I never did have the guts to post this anywhere. Guess I was too afraid of the flames. After reading this, a friend of mine decided that I had serious issues with my sister and ex-es. Go figure where that one came from :)
Strong ratings for dark imagery.
Read, review, flame as desired.
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I don't play second fiddle to anyone. Not now, not ever.
Even when I was younger, I refused to let Melissa be the centre of attention. Oh, of course her antics always turned heads, but I could always turn them back easily enough. Especially with the one who mattered most. All I had to do was bring out the latest A, report card, or let's face it, even look sideways at him, and my father would drop whatever he was doing and focus completely on me.
You know, being a Daddy's girl has its advantages. Even when the allowance was gone, bonuses were commonplace, things magically appeared in my room when I hinted that I liked them. Not even Melissa, with all her good looks and popularity, could get Daddy to do those kinds of things for her.
Even through University and Med School there was usually one guy who I could wrap around my finger. I have to be the centre of someone's world. That's all there is to it.
When I first met you, I didn't think you would do. After all, you were so obsessed with your missing sister, that there didn't seem to be any room for anyone else. But you have to admit, after awhile you became important to my life and I became vital to yours.
For a while it was quite apparent that I was the centre of everything in your life. You wanted to fawn all over me, but I wouldn't let you. I've always found that I get better results when I play hard to get. With you, it seems that the more distance I tried to put between us, the closer you
tried to get.
Believe me, it's a skill finely tuned from years of practice.
Everything was going so well until that person arrived. The re-entrance of your "chickadee" into your life has caused me to rethink my strategy more than once. I even pulled out the big guns, but to no avail.
I don't like that. Not one bit. I told you, I don't play second fiddle to anyone.
Especially her.
Suddenly your attention was divided between the two of us. And I was beginning to lose the race. No matter what I did, you still turned to her, trusted her, followed her.
Admittedly, your behaviour did seriously piss me off, but it also hurt me. You know? I think I actually had feelings for you. Took me completely by surprise. After all, I didn't get the Ice Queen nickname for no reason.
I came over here tonight intending to do nothing more than just talk rationally with you. I wanted to explain to you my thoughts about her, us, and my newfound knowledge of my feelings. But you had other things to do. You were rushing out the door to go see her as I arrived.
It was then that my plans changed.
I'll never forget the look of surprise on your face as I pulled out my gun and pointed it at you. You tried so hard to talk me out of anything rash. But I refused to listen. It's that nasty temper of mine. It takes a lot to make me blow up, but when I do. Maybe it's for the best. You didn't want me anyway. I was just a distraction from her.
I lean over and brush the hair off your forehead, wincing at the mess I managed to make. Sorry Mulder, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I lean over and press my lips to yours. Nice and soft. Too bad things didn't turn out different, we could have had something great.
But I digress. I must leave now. I have someone else to visit before this is over.
Strong ratings for dark imagery.
Read, review, flame as desired.
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I don't play second fiddle to anyone. Not now, not ever.
Even when I was younger, I refused to let Melissa be the centre of attention. Oh, of course her antics always turned heads, but I could always turn them back easily enough. Especially with the one who mattered most. All I had to do was bring out the latest A, report card, or let's face it, even look sideways at him, and my father would drop whatever he was doing and focus completely on me.
You know, being a Daddy's girl has its advantages. Even when the allowance was gone, bonuses were commonplace, things magically appeared in my room when I hinted that I liked them. Not even Melissa, with all her good looks and popularity, could get Daddy to do those kinds of things for her.
Even through University and Med School there was usually one guy who I could wrap around my finger. I have to be the centre of someone's world. That's all there is to it.
When I first met you, I didn't think you would do. After all, you were so obsessed with your missing sister, that there didn't seem to be any room for anyone else. But you have to admit, after awhile you became important to my life and I became vital to yours.
For a while it was quite apparent that I was the centre of everything in your life. You wanted to fawn all over me, but I wouldn't let you. I've always found that I get better results when I play hard to get. With you, it seems that the more distance I tried to put between us, the closer you
tried to get.
Believe me, it's a skill finely tuned from years of practice.
Everything was going so well until that person arrived. The re-entrance of your "chickadee" into your life has caused me to rethink my strategy more than once. I even pulled out the big guns, but to no avail.
I don't like that. Not one bit. I told you, I don't play second fiddle to anyone.
Especially her.
Suddenly your attention was divided between the two of us. And I was beginning to lose the race. No matter what I did, you still turned to her, trusted her, followed her.
Admittedly, your behaviour did seriously piss me off, but it also hurt me. You know? I think I actually had feelings for you. Took me completely by surprise. After all, I didn't get the Ice Queen nickname for no reason.
I came over here tonight intending to do nothing more than just talk rationally with you. I wanted to explain to you my thoughts about her, us, and my newfound knowledge of my feelings. But you had other things to do. You were rushing out the door to go see her as I arrived.
It was then that my plans changed.
I'll never forget the look of surprise on your face as I pulled out my gun and pointed it at you. You tried so hard to talk me out of anything rash. But I refused to listen. It's that nasty temper of mine. It takes a lot to make me blow up, but when I do. Maybe it's for the best. You didn't want me anyway. I was just a distraction from her.
I lean over and brush the hair off your forehead, wincing at the mess I managed to make. Sorry Mulder, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I lean over and press my lips to yours. Nice and soft. Too bad things didn't turn out different, we could have had something great.
But I digress. I must leave now. I have someone else to visit before this is over.