Written
for Scribbler's Love Is Love fanfic contest.
Enjoy!
Dreaming Of A Perfect Tomorrow
"Principal
Kelly?"
"Yes?"
"You have a call from a Mr.
Trask on line three, sir."
"Ah, thank you. I'll take it
in here… would you hold my other calls for a while?"
"Alright,
sir."
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"Boliviar?"
"Edward!
How are you?"
"Me? I'm fine, but how are you? You said
you'd keep in touch, but it's been so long..."
"I'm
sorry. I truly am. I've just been working so hard... things are
really coming to a boil over here."
"You – you aren't
in trouble, are you? I worry about you, Boliviar, you do such
dangerous work, and sometimes I just..."
"Oh, come on,
Edward. You're a high school principal. If that's not a dangerous job
in this day and age, in this country, then I don't know what
is."
"Stop joking around, I'm serious! You could get
into serious danger at any moment!"
"Well, Edward –
and I am being serious, if rather clichéd, here – it's an
unpleasant job, but someone has to do it."
"I'm not
disputing the job, or that someone has to do it. I just don't
particularly like the fact that you are the one doing it."
"And
I'm not overly fond of that fact myself. I'd be a lot happier if
there was no need for me to do this work. But there is a need, and if
I can get the job done, it will be worth it. You can imagine the
benefits yourself."
"...yes, I suppose I can."
"Can't
you just see what it would be like?"
"Ha. No more
explosions at the football games."
"No more freak
earthquakes."
"No more 'demon sightings' during
Chemistry."
"No more sudden, unexplained,
hurricanes."
"No more mutants."
"Exactly,
Edward. It's within reach. And then, when the job's done, there's no
more reason to worry. Ever. And then... we could spend some more time
together... maybe?"
"I... I'd like that."
"Me
too."
"And I've been thinking."
"Did it
hurt?"
"Oh, ha-ha-ha, Boliviar. I'm rolling around with
laughter."
"Sorry. Keep going."
"Well, I
think that... when we get a chance... well, there's this nice little
place up in Queens. A quiet little suburb. And there's a house for
sale there for a tidy little price, too. So, if you ever wanted to...
I mean..."
"You mean... if we..."
"It's
just an idea."
"Well, it's a great one. But... I mean, I
thought you liked it in Bayville? It's where your work is."
"I
do like Bayville. But you don't, and I like you more than this town.
A... a lot more."
"...Edward, I"
"I know.
We can't – not yet. It's frowned upon for either of us to pursue
that kind of... relationship... with each other."
"I
hate that. Just because people are intolerant, we can't live the way
we want."
"I know they're intolerant, and I know you
hate it, and I hate it just as badly, if not more. But we can't do a
lot about it, it's the way things are. I just look forward to a time
when that doesn't matter any more and we can just be together."
"I
understand, Edward. You know how I feel. And when the time comes, you
know I'll be right there with you."
"I know. We just
have to do things right. Deal with the mutants, then start looking
for a little decency and tolerance in people while we're popular. Ah,
the things we do for love."
"...for... love?"
"Um,
I... well, I"
"...I should go."
"Boliviar,
you know I-"
"I know. And you know what I'd say in
return. But like you said... not yet. We can't do that yet."
"I
know."
"..."
"You
were right. We should go."
"I suppose."
"Don't
make me wait so long for your next call, alright? I miss you."
"I
miss you too. I will call, I promise."
"Alright."
"Goodbye,
Edward."
"Goodbye."
- FIN -