Criminal Case Oneshots

Water Under The Bridge

A oneshot for HHYtheking

Timmy's POV

It is a lovely sunny Saturday. I am currently trying on some new clothes. Instead of my usual clothes, I decided to go with something a little fancier. I put on a white shirt and put the sweater vest I just bought over it. I don't think the sweater is that bad, I like the color. The sweater is sky blue with some sort of plaid pattern on it. I also got a new pair of jeans which I think actually fit nicely. Now, the real question is what to do with my cap. Do I wear it? Do I not wear it? I mean, I do like it very much. Although it doesn't fit with my outfit. The clothes are too fancy to be paired with this ratty old cap. I do love the color of it though. I love maroon! Maroon doesn't really go with the blue though. But this is my favorite hat... it might even be my favorite piece of clothing or accessory that I own. Ugh, this is going to take forever! I go back and forth with myself on whether or not I'm going to wear my maroon cap, taking it off and putting it back on, wrestling with what I wanted to do. In the end, though I do decide to wear it. I like it so much, why wouldn't I wear it? I did my best with the allowance Samson gives us to change myself. Maybe I'll fit better into Ivory Hills now? The truth is, people in Ivory Hills look down on me and Harriet. It's either because we don't belong in the hoity-toity district of town or because of our appearance. Harriet and I didn't mind at first, we didn't really care about what those people thought about us, but soon it got annoying. To me at least. As time went on, I felt myself getting more and more sensitive to those comments. They probably affected me more than they should have but I can't even bring myself to go outside at times with Harriet. Unlike me, Harriet doesn't seem to care at all. Even though she didn't feel like changing herself, I still bought her a few dresses, just in case she, hopefully, changes her mind. I think the dresses are quite nice actually, they're in colors that she likes and that look good on her and they've got cool puffy sleeves.

Well, now that I have my outfit figured out, I have to fix the rest of me. I grabbed a spare hairbrush that was sitting on the counter next to the sink and began brushing my messy brown hair. If I could just get it to look less of a mess, that would be great! I brush it out, trying to have it be straight. It was sticking out and sticking up. I huff in frustration. It wasn't working very well. I brush out the sides but made sure to not make them look like side-burns. I fix the top of it to the best of my ability. I comb it with the brush to one side and quit there. I turn to the mirror, now to fix my teeth. I never really liked my teeth. The way that they look. They sort of look like buck teeth in how my front two teeth stick out. Harriet of all people said that they looked like a squirrel's teeth. That just made me feel even more self-conscious about them. That's the only thing that people will see when they look at me. I've got to figure out a way to cover them up, but how? I can't put dentures over them. Getting them fixed by a dentist or replacing them would take too long. I see them every time I smile and it makes me feel sad. Wait... that's it! Why don't I just smile with my mouth closed, not showing teeth? That's a much better idea. I try doing it in the mirror. It looks weird even if it hides my teeth. It feels unnatural too. Maybe I should... try something else? Oh... who cares... nothing is going to change it... and a part of me does feel like this is unnecessary.

I leave it be and decide to leave the bathroom. Sunlight sparkled off of something on the floor. I pick it up. A clover necklace? This is Harriet's. I recognize it as hers. It's not like I could see Samson wearing something like this. Speaking about Harriet, where is she? I haven't seen her since I woke up. I should go find her to give this to her. And I could say 'Good morning!' to her. I walk to the living room, she's probably there. I notice Harriet sitting on an armchair and reading the newspaper. I was about to step closer when I smelled something. I cringe. She's doing it again? Samson is out on a business trip, so it can't be him. I smelt cigarettes and cigarette smoke as I walk over to her. Harriet smokes now, much to my annoyance and Samson's displeasure. Now I'm standing in front of her. I call her name and she puts down the newspaper. A cigarette sticks out of her mouth and I frown.