AN: Well, this is what a boring English lesson drives me too. A CaboosexDonut Drabble. I do hope I did a good job on keeping Donut as IC as possible. I do love the pairing, but I can't really do that romantic rubbish.
Please enjoy, and feel free to review however you wish.
"Red and Blue, they're the same" You've no idea how much my heart leaped at that comment, it surely gave me the chance to be with you. Those haste moments and chaste kisses weren't quite enough, I wanted something more. More substantial, more of a relationship, more of the love. You do love me, don't you? That would be so painful, to hear the reply of 'No'. Then again, do you even comprehend that term?
You knew what we were doing wasn't normal, was different...wrong. Yet still, we continued, stealing those rare moments in the cave or anywhere else across the canyon. You didn't care if they disapproved, thought it disgusting and argued that The Reds were just using you. None of it mattered as long as I had you and you had me.
"They're all a lie" Ha, I wish the rest were a lie, then we could be alone. None of the fear or scorn, anger directed our way. We'd be free to live without a care, forever together, without any problems. We could laugh, talk, run, paint, joke and so much more, never having to worry. I could cook for you, bring you breakfast in bed. You could make up and tell stories to which I would raptly listen.
"Red and Blue, they're the same." It could have been a dream, the idea of it not mattering was a wonder. It would be perfection, bliss for me. There was that trickle of hope for us, to keep the magic alive. I wish so desperately every day; pray so hard every night, even when I have my doubts over his existence. I' just that desperate to be with you.
"It's a lie, they're both the same" That means we're the same then? No, I don't want that. I want us to have our differences, it would drive me nuts living with another me. I want to discover how your mind works. I want to interest you with my cooking stories and fan fiction; I want you to explain your dreams and silly ways. It would be a nightmare amongst the dream if we were the exact same.
I like what makes you different, what makes you, well, you. I love how adorably naïve you are, your childish innocence. It' beautiful how protective you are, the innocent way you believe everyone likes you; how could they not? Your adorable quirks that make you how you are. Everything that makes me love you, get those butterflies rushing through my stomach.
"It's all a lie" God, I hope not. I want, so desperately, for you to be real. I'd die if you weren't true. That feeling I'd get, gut-wrenching, heart-stopping, breath-ripping agony. No one understands that pain. You'd never know it either, just how much pain loving you can cause. Knowing your so close, yet so far. I love you Caboose. I really, really do.
