Charades
Joke me something awful, like kisses on the necks of best friends…
It may have been a charade, but it was their charade, and they felt no remorse. She was the actress – passionate and dedicated to perfecting her lie. Each movement she made was well rehearsed and flawlessly executed. And why wouldn't it be? After all, she had the world's greatest director to guide her.
He was the director. It was his vision that came to life as they moved about the stage. It was he who led her into the deepest of lustful kisses, and his hands that roamed freely over her body. He breathed life into their lie, their masterpiece.
And their audience was quite captivated by the beautiful propaganda. Each time they performed, the show became more intense – even though they were acting for a sole pair of eyes. The eyes of an unloved lover. Eyes that sparkled with rage as they glared at the liars embracing each other as if they truly enjoyed it.
Yes, they had their audience fooled.
After each show, the actress and her director would laugh at how gullible love struck individuals could be.
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A/N: Well, that's the end. This was just a short one-shot for Nikki, because she requested one based upon the lyrics at the beginning in italics. They don't belong to me , by the way. They belong to Fall-Out Boy. Grumble
I
don't own Fowl either. So no legal action. Review please!
Thanks to Evie for the beta! She's great! Cheers!