TITLE: Curdled Milk, Chocolate Bull
AUTHOR: Ananova Crowe
SUMMARY: Stomping grounds are about to be invaded, and a war will be fought...
RATING: PG-13/R i dunno, depends on what i write later
AUTHOR'SNOTE: I'm back!! Woo-hoo!! it feels so good to be home!!! *stretches out on SYL fic couch* oooo! comfy! and look! my butt print's still there! *wipes away tear* aw, the memories...
P.O.V = Jane
:: indicates thought ::
CHAPTER ONE
In The Four Bellies Of The Bull
"Jane?"
::He was fidgety, he was only this way when there was something wrong. "I, have something very important t-to, tell you," his words were spaced, that meant he was about to tell me something I probably didn't want to know.
Oh no, was he ending our marriage? No, no. Everything's going so well. That couldn't be it… …could it?::
"Now, I know that this is gonna involve a lot of discussion, and I completely agree…" ::Why is he grabbing my hand? Is there something wrong with him? Is he dying? He's shaking and sweating all over and his hands are cold.
Does he have a mistress he hasn't been telling me about? Now that I think about it, the apartment does smell kind of different when I come home lately. But-nah. I would have caught him; he's not that smart.
I mean, I give the poor guy some credit, but once it comes out of the realm of boobs and bed, he's a blind man explaining the color blue.
God, he's really nervous. It looks like he's going to keel over. And he's stuttering so much he's starting to sound like the Rain Man.::
I grab both his hands and try to calm him, looking him straight in the eye. "Eddie?" He nods his head, droplets of sweat sliding off his brow.
::He's back to fidgeting again. It's more like squirming really, yeah, squirming like a worm under a microscope. Let's pin this sucker down.::
"What the hell is going on?" I whisper it so the other tables don't hear it. It probably wouldn't be too nice to shout out profanity in a nice restaurant.
::I feel weird, all dressed up and doing nothing but sitting here. I couldn't eat, because as soon as we sat down, Eddie plowed through three whole orders of entrees, before I had to convince him that our meals would come soon.
I mean, he consumed all the breadsticks like they were nothing. He's really starting to scare me.
And you should have seen him while we were getting ready, he was so neurotic! His hands were shaking so much that he dropped his toothbrush in the toilet! And the weirdest part was, Eddie never brushes his teeth - besides morning and afternoon - but not on communal events, not even when we go out! The most he usually does is eat a stick of gum, then spit it out before we go into public.
I just don't understand him tonight.
Look. He's pulling on his tie again. I didn't tie it that tight, at least, I tried not to. He reminds of those little kids you see sitting in the back pews of the church, trying to get out of their Sunday clothes.
Anyway, he looks like he's gonna pass out.::
"Well, um," He licks his lips, the color gone from his face. "There were- was. There was, a, uh, woman, be-before you, that, that I…i…i…iii I dated."
::That's what he took me down here for? Well that's the most insightful news flash I've ever heard.::
"Yeah?" I'm not that surprised. Maybe one of 'em died, those poor old cows. But some of 'em, I wouldn't be surprised if they sprouted horns and spontaneously combusted.
"Well, she was before, before 'becca too…"
::Now I know what a neurotic breakdown looks like. Interesting.::
"Uh-huh…" I coax him on. Still holding his cold, shaky hands.
"Well, we, uh, did it…"
"Did it?"
"You know," he makes some motions with his shaky hands, but hides them when someone walks by. "IT."
"Oh." ::Sex. I never thought he'd be so shy talking about it. The only time he's casual with it is when he's gloating about it, but that's all a façade. Hmm. Never knew that.:: "So…?"
::I'm still not getting it.::
"Well, we um-I mean, she was…" Poor brute looks like he's just come inside from the rain. The key thing is that it's not raining.
"Her name was Charlotte,"
"Charlotte?" ::Never heard that one before, and believe you me, I thought I'd heard them all.::
"Yeah…"
"Okay, what about her?" ::He's tugging at his tie again. Maybe he hates ties.::
"Well, something happened and this is gonna take some discussing, but-"
"You said that," ::I'm getting tired of this, I know he doesn't mean to, but it's really rubbing me the wrong way.::
I grab his hands again and hold on tight.
"Eddie." I make him look me in the eye. "Tell me, in plain English, what you need to say. It doesn't matter what you say, I won't get mad, angry, distressed, or sad. Just tell me."
He takes a really deep breath, then does his monologue.
"I dated Charlotte before Rebecca and we were really close. But not that close, because I didn't feel the same way with her as I did with 'becca and you right now, where we have this lasting relationship. And so, Charlotte and I, we dated for about six months and like how all my dates go, we had a couple or more flings and well, something recently happened to Charlotte and a problem's come up that really needs some discussion. And if you would agree to it, it'd be great, but if you don't I understand. And I'm not holding you accountable, it's just that I feel that in our marriage we've gotten to a point where we need to discuss things together and I felt that you should be included in this, considering you are living in the same place, but I'm in a hole here and I could really use your help."
::Damn. That's what i forgot to put on my promise list : wonderment.::
I just kinda sit back and smile.
::I have no clue what he just said. I got to "I", then I was gone.
But from the looks of it, he just spilled his guts across the table and gave me a new meal to munch on. Or fat to chew, ha, ha…that wasn't funny…::
"So…what're you saying?"
Another big breath.
"Jane. I want you to meet my daughter."
AUTHOR: Ananova Crowe
SUMMARY: Stomping grounds are about to be invaded, and a war will be fought...
RATING: PG-13/R i dunno, depends on what i write later
AUTHOR'SNOTE: I'm back!! Woo-hoo!! it feels so good to be home!!! *stretches out on SYL fic couch* oooo! comfy! and look! my butt print's still there! *wipes away tear* aw, the memories...
P.O.V = Jane
:: indicates thought ::
CHAPTER ONE
In The Four Bellies Of The Bull
"Jane?"
::He was fidgety, he was only this way when there was something wrong. "I, have something very important t-to, tell you," his words were spaced, that meant he was about to tell me something I probably didn't want to know.
Oh no, was he ending our marriage? No, no. Everything's going so well. That couldn't be it… …could it?::
"Now, I know that this is gonna involve a lot of discussion, and I completely agree…" ::Why is he grabbing my hand? Is there something wrong with him? Is he dying? He's shaking and sweating all over and his hands are cold.
Does he have a mistress he hasn't been telling me about? Now that I think about it, the apartment does smell kind of different when I come home lately. But-nah. I would have caught him; he's not that smart.
I mean, I give the poor guy some credit, but once it comes out of the realm of boobs and bed, he's a blind man explaining the color blue.
God, he's really nervous. It looks like he's going to keel over. And he's stuttering so much he's starting to sound like the Rain Man.::
I grab both his hands and try to calm him, looking him straight in the eye. "Eddie?" He nods his head, droplets of sweat sliding off his brow.
::He's back to fidgeting again. It's more like squirming really, yeah, squirming like a worm under a microscope. Let's pin this sucker down.::
"What the hell is going on?" I whisper it so the other tables don't hear it. It probably wouldn't be too nice to shout out profanity in a nice restaurant.
::I feel weird, all dressed up and doing nothing but sitting here. I couldn't eat, because as soon as we sat down, Eddie plowed through three whole orders of entrees, before I had to convince him that our meals would come soon.
I mean, he consumed all the breadsticks like they were nothing. He's really starting to scare me.
And you should have seen him while we were getting ready, he was so neurotic! His hands were shaking so much that he dropped his toothbrush in the toilet! And the weirdest part was, Eddie never brushes his teeth - besides morning and afternoon - but not on communal events, not even when we go out! The most he usually does is eat a stick of gum, then spit it out before we go into public.
I just don't understand him tonight.
Look. He's pulling on his tie again. I didn't tie it that tight, at least, I tried not to. He reminds of those little kids you see sitting in the back pews of the church, trying to get out of their Sunday clothes.
Anyway, he looks like he's gonna pass out.::
"Well, um," He licks his lips, the color gone from his face. "There were- was. There was, a, uh, woman, be-before you, that, that I…i…i…iii I dated."
::That's what he took me down here for? Well that's the most insightful news flash I've ever heard.::
"Yeah?" I'm not that surprised. Maybe one of 'em died, those poor old cows. But some of 'em, I wouldn't be surprised if they sprouted horns and spontaneously combusted.
"Well, she was before, before 'becca too…"
::Now I know what a neurotic breakdown looks like. Interesting.::
"Uh-huh…" I coax him on. Still holding his cold, shaky hands.
"Well, we, uh, did it…"
"Did it?"
"You know," he makes some motions with his shaky hands, but hides them when someone walks by. "IT."
"Oh." ::Sex. I never thought he'd be so shy talking about it. The only time he's casual with it is when he's gloating about it, but that's all a façade. Hmm. Never knew that.:: "So…?"
::I'm still not getting it.::
"Well, we um-I mean, she was…" Poor brute looks like he's just come inside from the rain. The key thing is that it's not raining.
"Her name was Charlotte,"
"Charlotte?" ::Never heard that one before, and believe you me, I thought I'd heard them all.::
"Yeah…"
"Okay, what about her?" ::He's tugging at his tie again. Maybe he hates ties.::
"Well, something happened and this is gonna take some discussing, but-"
"You said that," ::I'm getting tired of this, I know he doesn't mean to, but it's really rubbing me the wrong way.::
I grab his hands again and hold on tight.
"Eddie." I make him look me in the eye. "Tell me, in plain English, what you need to say. It doesn't matter what you say, I won't get mad, angry, distressed, or sad. Just tell me."
He takes a really deep breath, then does his monologue.
"I dated Charlotte before Rebecca and we were really close. But not that close, because I didn't feel the same way with her as I did with 'becca and you right now, where we have this lasting relationship. And so, Charlotte and I, we dated for about six months and like how all my dates go, we had a couple or more flings and well, something recently happened to Charlotte and a problem's come up that really needs some discussion. And if you would agree to it, it'd be great, but if you don't I understand. And I'm not holding you accountable, it's just that I feel that in our marriage we've gotten to a point where we need to discuss things together and I felt that you should be included in this, considering you are living in the same place, but I'm in a hole here and I could really use your help."
::Damn. That's what i forgot to put on my promise list : wonderment.::
I just kinda sit back and smile.
::I have no clue what he just said. I got to "I", then I was gone.
But from the looks of it, he just spilled his guts across the table and gave me a new meal to munch on. Or fat to chew, ha, ha…that wasn't funny…::
"So…what're you saying?"
Another big breath.
"Jane. I want you to meet my daughter."