TITLE: Slight Differences
DISCLAIMER: Disney, they're yours. And they'll never be mine. But, when I sent Jack and Boots home last night, I did give them my Christmas list to give to you.
AUTHORS NOTE: Based on a Far-Side cartoon. Go figure. And I like thinking of Dutchy as a bit of a ditz.
~ Slight Differences ~
Specs knew it was late, but still, he couldn't help it. He was thinking, and thinking hard.
You know.I think I'll tell him tomorrow. Tell Dutchy how I really, truly feel about him. I mean, if I'm as deeply in love with him as I think I am, he has a right to know, right? But what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he just thinks of me as a brother, a pal? Or what if.What if he hates me for it? It could happen-even if Dutchy is the type who doesn't even hate the Delancys. God, I love that about him. He's so happy, so carefree. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest he came from a country full of wooden shoes, tulips and windmills-if there is anything that's purely Dutchy, it's a windmill, seriously. But still.I'm sure he's capable of hate. Especially hating something unusual-like a boy, your best mate, telling you he loves you. He'd hate me if I said that. And I'd kill myself before having him hate me. Maybe, if I got him in a really good mood before I told him.Yes! That's it! I'll work extra hard tomorrow, raise enough money to get us both into a show at Irving Hall. No, I'll go one better- Irving Hall, chocolates (Dutchy loves chocolate) and a few rounds of beer. Then when I tell him, he'll be too happy to hate me, and possibly even too pissed to remember I said anything. Yes, that's a brilliant plan. But, if I want to get the money, I'm going to have to sleep. The sooner I fall asleep; the sooner tomorrow will come. And the sooner tomorrow comes, the closer I will be to having Dutchy be my boy. Tomorrows agenda-work my ass off, get my love into a show at Irving Hall with some chocolate and alcohol, then tell him how I feel, and hopefully, he'll feel the same. Yes. It's perfect.
Contented with this decision, he rolled over, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
~*~*~
Dutchy knew it was late, but still, he couldn't help it. He was thinking, and thinking hard.
You know.I think I like vanilla with cider more then chocolate with beer.
Contented with this decision, he rolled over, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
~ End ~
Man. That was fun to write. Can anyone think of a better title? Danke.
DISCLAIMER: Disney, they're yours. And they'll never be mine. But, when I sent Jack and Boots home last night, I did give them my Christmas list to give to you.
AUTHORS NOTE: Based on a Far-Side cartoon. Go figure. And I like thinking of Dutchy as a bit of a ditz.
~ Slight Differences ~
Specs knew it was late, but still, he couldn't help it. He was thinking, and thinking hard.
You know.I think I'll tell him tomorrow. Tell Dutchy how I really, truly feel about him. I mean, if I'm as deeply in love with him as I think I am, he has a right to know, right? But what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he just thinks of me as a brother, a pal? Or what if.What if he hates me for it? It could happen-even if Dutchy is the type who doesn't even hate the Delancys. God, I love that about him. He's so happy, so carefree. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest he came from a country full of wooden shoes, tulips and windmills-if there is anything that's purely Dutchy, it's a windmill, seriously. But still.I'm sure he's capable of hate. Especially hating something unusual-like a boy, your best mate, telling you he loves you. He'd hate me if I said that. And I'd kill myself before having him hate me. Maybe, if I got him in a really good mood before I told him.Yes! That's it! I'll work extra hard tomorrow, raise enough money to get us both into a show at Irving Hall. No, I'll go one better- Irving Hall, chocolates (Dutchy loves chocolate) and a few rounds of beer. Then when I tell him, he'll be too happy to hate me, and possibly even too pissed to remember I said anything. Yes, that's a brilliant plan. But, if I want to get the money, I'm going to have to sleep. The sooner I fall asleep; the sooner tomorrow will come. And the sooner tomorrow comes, the closer I will be to having Dutchy be my boy. Tomorrows agenda-work my ass off, get my love into a show at Irving Hall with some chocolate and alcohol, then tell him how I feel, and hopefully, he'll feel the same. Yes. It's perfect.
Contented with this decision, he rolled over, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
~*~*~
Dutchy knew it was late, but still, he couldn't help it. He was thinking, and thinking hard.
You know.I think I like vanilla with cider more then chocolate with beer.
Contented with this decision, he rolled over, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
~ End ~
Man. That was fun to write. Can anyone think of a better title? Danke.