Title: Bed
Category: TV Shows Gilmore Girls
Author: Jessica L.A
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, but if I did Rory and Logan would have been endgame and there would be a Gilmore Girls movie where they reunite, making them still endgame.
Claimer: Only own the bad grammar and spelling as well as the thoughts, ideas, and storyline.
Rating: The first chapter will be T, but the next one might end up M so you are forewarned.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Feedback: Why of course, it is definitely much appreciated!
Characters: I'm not gonna tell ya ;)
Full Summary: Two-shot – a relationship lies in the "hands" of their Vera Wang 'Sweetheart' bed. What will their bed decide?
Two-Shot Started: July 13, 2015
Chapter Finished: July 13, 2015
Revised: August 19, 2015
Author's Note: I know, I know what am I doing writing this two-shot when I know a lot of have been wanting me to update "Highway Don't Care", but the truth is I was stumped on HDC until I talked to my muse, my "twin sister", Cloe (Girly411, here on fanfiction), and she just proved one of the many reasons as to why I love her to death and well into the afterlife! So here's my news for HDC: I am definitely working on Chapter Three, it's already semi-wrote, I just need to revise what I have wrote so far and then finished the chapter up, revise that part and post it. Hope that makes my HDC-fellowship happy – I know it does me – if it does send thanks to Cloe! Now onto this two-shot, here's the first chapter and as a mentioned earlier this chapter is going to be rated "T" while the next on might be rated "M", or at the very least straddle that line so, please do watch out for that if you're not comfortable with "M" chapters. I hope you all enjoy this Rogan two-shot! Please read and review, and remember I love you all for staying with me as my updates come few and far away! Just know that I'm still here and still writing because I love you guys, XO!
=Bed=
-Part I: The Bed-
On his side of the bed
He's sleeping like a baby, dreams are dancing in his head
Lying his lady, it's a peaceful night
And everything's just fine, on his side of the bed
In New York City, New York in a beautifully massive mansion, a handsome 25-year-old man slept on his side of his and his newlywed wife's Vera Wang 'Sweetheart' bed that was covered in pillows with Yale-blue satin pillow cases, Yale-blue satin sheets, and a white satin comforter. While sleeping like a baby, he was dreaming of what a future would bring to them: a romantic vacation in Bora-Bora, blooming careers and lives as Newlyweds, and hopefully a year later a beautiful baby with his blonde hair and her blue eyes that they would spend time with and raise, all the while being happily married and continuing to love each other unconditionally.
But on her side of the bed
Those big brown eyes are crying from the things he never says
And deep inside she's dying as she turns to face the wall
There's no love at all, on her side of the bed
While the young man slept, his Newlywed wife's big blue eyes were crying from the things he never says or does anymore as she sat up on her side of the bed. Laying down as the tears started to subside, she turned to face the wall and look out through the balcony doors while she died inside because there was no love at all, on her side of the bed.
If he'd just reach out, she'd forget about
All the times that he let her down
Oh, but in his mind everything's alright
When the lights go out
Inside the husband's blonde haired head, before and after falling asleep, he knows that everything's alright between him and his beautiful wife because nobody could touch them for their love could withstand anything that was thrown at them, just look at their college years for example, and they had proved it, over and over again, that their love was "forever and always, to infinity and beyond".
Now on his side of the bed
He never even noticed her negligee of red, the very same one that
She wore on the night they were wed
But he never turned his head, to her side of the bed
Dressed in a shimmering navy blue negligée that featured beautiful white lace insets at that the thigh and bust with spaghetti straps, a slide slit and a X-back, she sniffled and started to fall asleep, while on her husband's side of the bed, he never even turned his head to look at her. He never even notices the infamous negligee of blue, the very same one that she wore in the Bahamas for the first night of their beautiful and romantic honeymoon that would continue on to Asia and then finishing up in Tahiti.
If he'd just reach out she'd forget about
All the times that he let her down
Oh, but in his mind everything's alright
When the lights go out
The blue eyed beauty knew that if her blonde haired, brown eyed husband would just reach out and do something, anything, to show her that he still loved her, she'd forget about all the times that he had let her down, but she knew that he thought everything was alright because she never had the confidence to bring up the topic of what has been happing to their marriage of only four months. So, as she laid there, not being able to sleep, the blue-eyed beauty knew she had to find the confidence and courage to follow through with the decision that she had made earlier in the day while her husband was a work with the Huntzberger Publishing Group and she with the New York Times.
Now on his side of the bed
He wakes up and turns to say "I love you"
But instead all he finds are pages full of words, she never said
And that's all she left on her side of
As the husband woke in the middle of the night the next night, he rolled over and turned to say something he realized earlier in the day that he had not been saying, but instead of finding his beloved, all he found were pages full of words she never said, laying on her pillow, and that's all she left…
My dearest husband,
This is bound to be one of the hardest things that I have ever had to do, but I realize, finally, that it is something that I have to do, not just for my sake, but for yours too. My Master and Commander, I've tried to open my eyes in hopes that you'll say all the words and do all the things you haven't said since we got back from our honeymoon, but sometimes it's funny because you find yourself looking from the outside looking in.
My Darling, I've been standing here looking at you sleep and all I want is to be with you, not to write this letter and walk out that door – but I have too. I know you think I am with you in every way imaginable, but lately it doesn't feel like that and it makes me think: why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen because now I have to pretend that I don't really care.
I thought you were my fairytale, a dream when I'm not sleeping, a wish upon a star that's coming true, but I guess that I confused my feelings with the truth for all of these years when it came to you and me. I swore I knew the melody and that I heard you singing because when you told me you loved me or even smiled at me, you made me feel like, I could sing along…but it's amazing how someone can break your heart and leave it empty, but you can still love with all the little and broken pieces, leaving me with only bittersweet memories, used-to-be's, promises, and once upon a dream, a song, and a one and a million.
Yet, your actions and words have made me realize that after five-almost six years together, you're not a fairytale because dreams were meant for sleeping and wishes on a star just don't come true because I've confused my feelings with the truth and because I liked the view of you and me together. I was so blinded by you and me that it was like you were floating while I was falling, but I didn't really mind because I liked the view and because….I thought you felt it too.
I guess…since you're probably reading this you have realized that I not in bed nor am I any where's in the house, playing hide and go seek with you, I have left for…for a place where I will be safe and be able to mend my broken and shattered heart, please don't look for me and don't think of me just move on and I'll do the same and maybe someday – hopefully someday soon – we'll cross paths again and we can start all over again like we have so many times before, but for now I think it's best if I go my own way and you go yours.
Ever thine.
Ever mine.
Ever ours.
Love,
Your beloved wife, Ace.
And that's all he found on her side of…
The bed.
Well, there you all have it! The first official part of this two-shot and I wonder who the couple could possibly be, although I know most of you all know already, haha! Hmm…makes you wonder, huh? ;) Aren't I just a meanie.
So I want to take this small amount of time and apologize for being kinda MIA as of lately, but as of lately and I don't know why I have lost my spark to write and everything that I try and do, I seem to be failing, witness the above Exhibit A. I really don't know when I'll update any of my stories (besides HDC, like I've mentioned before), but hopefully I will update and soon…but for now I guess this crappy would will just have to do, if I'm not too ashamed to post it.
I love you all.
Thanks for sticking with me,
Jessica.
Song: Bed by Gretchen Wilson (which inspired this story!)