A/N: I know there's alot of OC haters and lovers out there, I'm not blind to that, but seeing how this is my collecton of personal freeverses[some of which will be connected and stated as such, while the majority are stand-alone pieces]are focused around my own original female character, Dylan, who I once used in a story that has been deleted for a while now. While I plan to some day write a new story, for now, I'll be writing 100 freeverses with 100 different prompts to smooth out some creases in her personality, make sure she isn't a bloody Mary Sue, and to think of a plot/pairing for my future fanfic. :]
I found a list of 100 prompts a little earlier in the week, and saved them to a word document, I can't remember if I found them while randomly googling or somewhere on here, so forgive me if it's your list!
My first prompt of choice is #17:Behind my back, and will be featuring a friend's OC, as well, seeing how I kindof wanted to mess with some of her future!gen storylines a bit. Even if I could have made things simpler, and remain closer to canon, if I just had George cheating on Angelina instead.
I would love reviews, but even if there's zero interest in this, I'll continue until I use all 100 prompts. :]
Chapter Summary; The worst part of it always was, that you never saw it coming. Never.
Pairing[s]: George/OC[Billie]marriage. George/OC[Dylan]affair.
.XXX.
whydiditcometothis
?
[everything]
he
said
promised
did
promised
when had it lost all of it's meaning
?
the ring on his finger was
a
[mistake]
promise
itself
.
he had promised her
[everything]
hadn't
he
?
forever and ever,
an
i n t e r t w i n e d
furture
as
friendsloversparents
.
no lies
no secrets
no regrets
.
he didn't lie
he never had
how can youlie
when you're
nevernevernever
asked in the
[f i r s t]
place
?
but
secrets,
oh, Merlin, there were
a l o t
of
them
butthenagain
how were they secrets when the
sheets on their bed
and the
countertop in the kitchen
and the
floor beside the fireplace
had all been
[s i l e n t]
witnesses
?
there were only more regrets
.
there were very, very few things
he
d i d n ' t
regret;
he did not regret marrying Billie
she was his everything
heknew what he regretted
and that was the
f
a
c
t
he
couldn'tdidn'ttried
to stop
.
.
.
but
greengreenacidic
eyes would say
[o t h e r w i s e]
while
Dylan's
smirkingsmirkinglaughing
mouth would say
[n o t h i n g]
at all
.
he was beginning to
hatehatehate
himself
but he
hatedhatedhated
her so much more
hated her for how easy she made it all seem
[when she was her friend, too]
.
then it all went to
hellinaflaminghandbasket
b e c a u s e
his hands were on her hips
[and]
his lips&tongue&teeth were on her neck
t h e n
blazingblurredblue
were locked in that
same old [haunting] dance
with
gluttonousglimmeringgreen
and
Billie
[billiebilliebillie]
was in the
doorway
horrorpaindisbelief
a l l
over her face
with
her
[lipsmovingatmachspeed]
saying the same thing
over andover and over and
over and over
and
o
v
e
r
.
"You two... B-behind my back, h-how could you? George? Dylan? Why!"
.
why
?
.
.
.
whydidyoudothis?
with her?
why?
whydidyougobehindmyback?
with her?
why?
?
with her?
why?
whydiditcometothis
?
