This is a Lissa/Christian one shot.
It's just because I was bored, and I felt like we didn't see enough of a lot of the secondary characters in VA and that some subplots aren't explored enough.
It's set in my story Final Choice, but it could be set in the original series or anyone's really.
So here it is
P.S I would really love to see some reviews for this. Thanks!
I loved Christian. Really I did. But it just felt like we never did anything anymore. We had "dates" sure. But they mostly consisted of him coming over to my house for a make out session and vice versa. It never seemed like we did anything romantic. And that, that was what I really really wanted. I sighed and rolled over, off the bed and got to work on my hair. My hair, like many Moroi's was very straight naturally and so I felt like a change tonight so I curled it. Well, I say curled it…but really it was just a fight with the curlers and surprise surprise, they won. I sighed again, more heavily this time. Looking into the mirror a familiar face stared back at me. I had pale skin, just like most Moroi, jade green eyes, and pale blonde hair.
I always felt so plain, so boring when I looked at Rose.
I was the washed out, pale and dull one out of two of us. The ordinary one. The responsible one. I wasn't like Rose; I couldn't just do what I wanted and forget the consequences. I loved Rose, and the envy I felt for her wasn't bitter. I loved her like my sister; I just wished that I was more like her.
Oh well. We can't always have what we want, and I was pretty happy with my life right now. A small smile crept onto my face as I thought of Christian….Ok, so I was very happy with my life right now….
10 minutes later Christian knocked at the door and I felt my heart do that little flipping thing it did whenever I knew he was near.
"Just a sec!" I called from the top of the stairs. I was frantically trying to take off the ridiculously painful and dangerous shoes that I had borrowed from Rose, as it had become apparent that I really couldn't walk down the stairs in them. Well, not without breaking something. Possibly my neck. So I had vetoed the shoes, and was trying to undo the catch on the side of the 6 inch heels, but it was proving to be waaaay to difficult, as there were straps, and buckles and twisty bits and I had no idea how to take them off.
"Fine," I muttered, "be that way. I will just have to walk really, really slowly."
So I took a very tentative step down the first stair...and yes! I could do it! Of course I could do it, I was being stupid. They were high, sure, but I only had 25 steps left!
I lowered my foot onto the next step and for a moment thought I had managed it.
Or not.
I fell down the remaining stairs smacking every single one on the way down. And then, hitting the table in my hallway. Because it wasn't like just falling down the whole staircase was enough. Oh no.
Life really did have a sick sense of humour at times.