A little angst to kick off the 4th of July.. and with PUCK!
Fireworks
Puck listened to the sound of his friends laughing and screaming from where he had climbed up into the tree. New Directions had decided to have a 4th of July fundraiser for next year, some new members had even joined. Of coarse after the traffic had died down it had turned into a full on water fight... which had migrated to his house for some reason, and now a kosher barbeque was taking place with Mike being in charge of the grill.
"Puck, aren't you going to come down and eat?" asked Kurt from down below, Puck looked down.
"Nah, maybe in a little bit, the fireworks are gonna start," said Puck, leaning back, "Nothing more bad ass than explosives."
"Hmm.. sure.. I'll save you a plate," said Kurt, and he glanced down the see the red hat Kurt wore disappear headed back to the back towards where the fire from the grill and torches pushed misquotes away.
Puck heard the first explosion go off and turned to focus. He watched the colors shower over the grounds and heard his friends cheering. He smiled slightly as he heard Rachel say something about central park having a huge firework display. He watched the colors change, the bright blues and green. The reds and yellows. His mind began to wander, thinking about New York. He had been glad nobody asked him what he'd done in his down time, he really was. He'd be lying if he said he didn't look in every phone book... searched anywhere... lying if he hadn't looked online before going... wondering... wishing... hoping. Hoping that maybe... maybe because of Rachel... they would have came... watched... maybe on television.
He pulled a leg up and relaxed in the branches, his breathing heavier as he closed his eyes. He pictured central park. The fireworks. All the lights and colors flooding everywhere. A baby girl with dark hair and green eyes watching them with excitement. Maybe saying how pretty they were and giggling. His image changed to him here now... sitting in the tree, but the little girl was sitting on his lap watching them. His friends laughing in the background and taking pictures... pictures. Lots of them covering the walls and mantel of the little girl.
He heard a loud explosion and opened his eyes as the finale went off. He felt the tears running down his face. The pictures were gone, the little girls face seemingly vanished and he couldn't see it anymore. It was always like that. Always the same, he could see her in his dreams, but when he opened his eyes... all he had left was the feelings. The loss all over again. He closed his eyes again, hoping to feel the happiness again, to see her face. Those eyes... hear the laughter... smell her again. He felt the sob come before it did and choked it, hoping nobody heard. All he had was these fake memories he'd created. The ideas that ran through his head. He had nothing else. No pictures. No clothing. Not even the warmth of feeling her in his arms. But he had his imagination... his hopes... hope that wherever she was.. she was happy and loved. He smiled as the fireworks ended.
"Happy 4th of July, Beth," he smiled sadly.
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