Proud Of Your Boy | TTS

Proud Of Your Boy

Varian stomped into his workshop, tears forming in his eyes. He walked to his table examining all of the blueprints and books that sat on top. With a grunt, his  arms swiped everything off the table and onto the floor. He always seemed to mess everything up. Granted, he had a very good idea; it just wasn't ready. He tried to make a hot water machine for the village, he wanted to make their lives better. But sadly, he just made their lives worse. He sighed. He had ruined a lot of the farm land and even a few houses. Varian felt horrible, but the worst part was seeing his dads face. The disappointment.

"I just wanna make you proud, proud of your boy." Varian whispered.

Varian picked his things up off the floor and placed them neatly back on the table. He knew that he shouldn't sit here and feel sorry for himself. He needed to fix what he'd done. A smile creeped onto his face. He had an idea. Varian was going to repare all of the damage he had caused. Then, when the time was right, he'd try his plan again. But he'd make sure it was ready this time.

He thought of his dad. He pictured his father was a smile of approval, scooping his son up into a big hug. I'll make you proud of your boy. He thought. 

He got to work on his plans. He wrote a list of the damages, and started to gather the materials to fix them. "Believe me, bad as I've been, Dad; you're in for a pleasant surprise."

He put his tools in a large box. He sighed. "I've wasted time. I've wasted me. So say I'm slow for my age," he shrugged. "A late bloomer. Okay, I agree." 

He thought of what the villagers thought of him. They wished that he'd just stay inside, not bothering anything. Not screwing anything up. "Say that I've been one rotten kid." He sighed. "Some son, some pride and some joy." 

He ran his fingers through his hair. He smiled, "But I'll get over these lousin' up, 
messin' up, screwin' up times." He got back to his work. He picked up his note book, looking at his notes. It wouldn't be too hard to modify his designs. "You'll see, Pa, now comes the better part."

He started to draw a small sketch in his book. "Someone's gonna make good, cross his stupid heart." He looked up from his work and smiled. "Make good and finally make you proud of your boy."

He paced around his workshop. "Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer. You won't get a fight here, no sir." He thought back to when the people were yelling at him. He shuttered at some of the things that were said. "Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good." He sighed once again, his shoulders dropped in defeat. "But, that couldn't be all that I am."

"Water flows under the bridge. Let it pass, let it go!" He sung out. "There's no good reason that you should believe me. Not yet, I know, but someday and soon. I'll make you proud of your boy."

He passed a mirror and stopped to look at himself. "Though I can't make myself taller,
or smarter, or handsome, or wise." He walked off shaking his head. "I'll do my best, what else can I do?"

He picked up his box and left his workshop. He passed the portrait of his family. His father and mother, holding him as a baby. He smiled at the painting. "Since I wasn't born perfect like Mom or you."

He exited the house, making his way to the village. He smiled thinking of how he was going to fix everything. "Dad, I will try hard to make you proud of your boy."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I don't know if you've ever heard this song, but it's so Varian! It's from Aladdin on broadway (which I was lucky enough to see.) anyways watching this song I could only think of Varian. Doesn't it give off "Let Me Make You Proud" vibes? Hope you enjoyed it!

~ Becca