Hey TCC here, just wanted to let those of you reading know that this is a short one-shot originally posted on My Candy Love's forum, so it's short by FFN's standards. If you see something that looks like [i][/i], [colour=blue][/colour], don't hesitate to tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Candy Love or Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye.
Now and then I think about when we were together...
Like when you said you were so happy you could die...
I scowled as the music I'd come to hate made a strangely loud entrance. I figured that was probably Carmen's work.
I tried to focus on the intricate geometric patterned camisole in front of me, the laced bottom having frayed. As I wound the marred strands, reminding me faintly of lint, the music became louder as it broke down.
But you didn't have to cut me off...
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don't even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.
"Lysander," I called coldly. A face framed by white hair popped out from the door in the back. "Please turn that music off."
Lysander smiled sadly. "Carmen is intent on keeping it on. I really don't care for it myself. It lacks good quality."
I abruptly pushed the stool back from my desk. Since no one was in the store, I didn't need to hide my irritation.
"Carmen!" I shouted, hearing a rustling towards the back of the store, where we kept the petticoats. A long, long ponytail flashed in my vision, the palest color of ice. I grunted and strode towards the evasive girl. Talented in fashion as she was, I hired her nearly five minutes into her interview.
She stepped out from behind a rack of jackets I'd taken days to finish, grinning as she tuned herself into the lyrics.
"Now you're just somebody that I used to know," she sang softly.
"Where is the stereo? I know you have it," I accused. She looked sullen; waving me off, she replied, "Fine, change it. I think we all know you're still hung up over her."
I flinched. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to talk about that," I muttered, casting a discreet glance at my brother, craning his neck over the endless sea of clothing racks to peer comically at us. Despite his usually calm demeanor, he rather reminded me of a curious ferret, and in a way that helped me ignore the ache from Carmen's words.
Somewhat.
"You brought it on yourself," she whispered, blinking as something liquid-like shone in her eyes. The silver glitter on her lids caught the light, framing her crimson orbs. Her ridiculously long lashes had been curled out of her eyes, though not a speck of makeup was to be found on them. When she turn and flounced away, heeled boots echoing loudly on the linoleum, I couldn't help but stare after her.
She looked a lot like somebody that I used to know.