Description

Edgar loves Blanche... What about Alan? (Post movie/'Story Begins'. If you haven't read 'Story Begins', but plan to, this will contain a major spoiler!)

Characters

Alan, Blanche, mentions of Edgar.

Author note

Hi! This is a little note to fire storm pixie, I did tell you I'd make it up to you! Plus, I had an idea at one point while writing the other story. Hope everyone likes it!

...It's a little bit of a cheesy monologue. Could be worse!

Story Start

I've always loved you. Ever since I saw you for the first time. You were an actress then. I never thought I'd see you in the flesh. Then Edgar let you into our home. At first I was so angry with him. I'd warned him about inviting people inside; but as soon as he told me your name I knew you had to stay with us. I wanted you close. It never mattered that you were younger than me. Why should it?

God, I'm such an idiot. If I'd just confessed... If Edgar hadn't gone to find you that night, you'd probably be my girlfriend. I want you to know how much I've wanted you; wanted to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I dream about you so much. You're so beautiful, so kind. You've always meant so much to me and you've never known. You don't know how difficult it is to see you with my brother. I don't get jealous. I don't hate either of you. It's just that I've always wanted to be like that with you.

I've just got to show you how I feel. Maybe you'll change your mind.

...

'Blanche?'

She turned around. Suddenly she found Alan pushing her shoulders onto the wall. She gasped.

'Alan, what are you-'

He pressed his lips to hers, his head at an angle. A strange warm sensation crept along Alan's skin. It felt good. He had waited so long for this moment.

It was a tender, meaningful kiss, but something felt strange about it to Blanche. Different from when Edgar kissed her. Almost wrong. She didn't kiss back, but she didn't stop him either. She wasn't sure what to do.

He loosened his grip on her shoulders, relaxing his body but leaning forward, holding her closer to him. She felt the tip of his tongue touch her lips gently. In shock, she pushed him back. He stopped.

'No, Alan.'

'What?'

'Please, don't. Listen to me. I love Edgar, and I love you too-'

'Then what's stopping us?' Blanche felt every warm breath on her lips.

He started kissing her neck gently, tiny pecks travelling from her cheek down and across towards her shoulder. He could just about feel her rapid pulse when his hand moved to her neck.

'Let me finish!' She pushed him again.

'Look, I love both of you, but it's different. I mean... I...'

He shook his head, looking down at the floor. 'You love him more.'

'No. I love you both the same, but it's different! I'm sorry. I just... I can't explain it.'

He paused for a while before looking in her eyes.

His voice was soft as he spoke slowly. 'I understand. But please, Blanche. Just let me kiss you once more.'

She hesitated. 'OK. Just a quick kiss.'

He smiled slightly before kissing her warmly again. That feeling came back, but he tried to stop himself from taking it any further. If he did, Edgar might find him kissing her and then all hell would break loose. After a few minutes, he wistfully let her go.

'I'm going to miss that.' He said, stroking her cheek with his thumb before walking away.

...

I really am, Blanche. I'll never forget that kiss; but I really do understand. You really do care about Edgar, you don't want to hurt him. I don't either, even if it meant being with you. Christ, I'd do anything to make him happy. Well, I say anything... No, I think I really would.

I'm not going to suddenly stop loving you though. In time, maybe I can get over the kiss a little, but I'll always love you. Edgar had better take good care of you. If he ever tries to hurt you in any way, I promise you this, Blanche; I will break every bone in his body.