Sk8er boi? Naahh....
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk belongs to Inoue Takehiko.
Sakuragi and Rukawa belong to Inoue Takehiko. Duuhhh....
Sk8er Boi belongs to Avril Lavigne
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(Rukawa's POV)
It's been a year. A year since I turned him down. A year filled with sorrow and angst.
He was sort of a punk back then. Gangster friends; always in a street fight. He wanted me, and he said so, too.
Secretly, I also wanted him. I wanted him to be mine. Mine forever. But............
I turned him down. I never wanted to have a gay relationship. So..... no matter how much I loved that redheaded punk, I can never accept him.
'You're not good enough for me,' I told him when he proposed. Shit. I hate myself. I wanted to swallow those awful words that came out of my mouth.
I miss him. I wanted to run right back to him, hug him, kiss him, tell him I loved him. I want to be with him forever, 'till the end of time.
Too bad. He's with somebody now. Someone I thought was just a good friend, turned out to be someone really special to him. Now they're together. I feel somewhat jealous, but I ask myself: "Whose fault was it, anyway?" He gave me the opportunity to love him, care for him, and what did I do? I turned him away.
Now I realize how much I want to have him back. But that can't happen now.
I turn on the radio, hoping to drown out the angst in me, then I hear a song...
--"He's a sk8er boi/ She said see you later, boy/ He wasn't good enough for her.../"
Yeah... that song by Avril Lavigne. Strangely, I felt like she's telling my story to a thousand listeners.
--"We are in love/ haven't you heard/ How we rock each other's world........./
Stop! I can't take it anymore. The pain in me is welling up; I dare not release it. I feel like I'm about to break down. Like I'm about to die. When will this pain ever stop?
*Two knocks at the door*
It's the middle of the night, who the hell can that be?
"Hey. Kitsune."
Sa-Sakuragi? What is he doing here?
"Remember last year?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Well, are you giving this genius a second chance?"
What?! He's proposing again! But...
"What about Yohei?"
"Yohei's my best friend. So, what about it?"
"Yes."
"That's great, Kaede. I love you."
" Love you, too, Hana."
~ OWARI~
Okay. This is my first yaoi fic ever. Anyway, you're free to review this fic if you want to. I don't tolerate flames, but a little CONSTRUCTIVE criticism won't hurt. I guess.
Oh.... I dedicate this thing to my friend M. Y. (She's too shy too see her name here, so I guess I'll place her initials instead) She really wanted me to post my fics here on FFN. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk belongs to Inoue Takehiko.
Sakuragi and Rukawa belong to Inoue Takehiko. Duuhhh....
Sk8er Boi belongs to Avril Lavigne
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
(Rukawa's POV)
It's been a year. A year since I turned him down. A year filled with sorrow and angst.
He was sort of a punk back then. Gangster friends; always in a street fight. He wanted me, and he said so, too.
Secretly, I also wanted him. I wanted him to be mine. Mine forever. But............
I turned him down. I never wanted to have a gay relationship. So..... no matter how much I loved that redheaded punk, I can never accept him.
'You're not good enough for me,' I told him when he proposed. Shit. I hate myself. I wanted to swallow those awful words that came out of my mouth.
I miss him. I wanted to run right back to him, hug him, kiss him, tell him I loved him. I want to be with him forever, 'till the end of time.
Too bad. He's with somebody now. Someone I thought was just a good friend, turned out to be someone really special to him. Now they're together. I feel somewhat jealous, but I ask myself: "Whose fault was it, anyway?" He gave me the opportunity to love him, care for him, and what did I do? I turned him away.
Now I realize how much I want to have him back. But that can't happen now.
I turn on the radio, hoping to drown out the angst in me, then I hear a song...
--"He's a sk8er boi/ She said see you later, boy/ He wasn't good enough for her.../"
Yeah... that song by Avril Lavigne. Strangely, I felt like she's telling my story to a thousand listeners.
--"We are in love/ haven't you heard/ How we rock each other's world........./
Stop! I can't take it anymore. The pain in me is welling up; I dare not release it. I feel like I'm about to break down. Like I'm about to die. When will this pain ever stop?
*Two knocks at the door*
It's the middle of the night, who the hell can that be?
"Hey. Kitsune."
Sa-Sakuragi? What is he doing here?
"Remember last year?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Well, are you giving this genius a second chance?"
What?! He's proposing again! But...
"What about Yohei?"
"Yohei's my best friend. So, what about it?"
"Yes."
"That's great, Kaede. I love you."
" Love you, too, Hana."
~ OWARI~
Okay. This is my first yaoi fic ever. Anyway, you're free to review this fic if you want to. I don't tolerate flames, but a little CONSTRUCTIVE criticism won't hurt. I guess.
Oh.... I dedicate this thing to my friend M. Y. (She's too shy too see her name here, so I guess I'll place her initials instead) She really wanted me to post my fics here on FFN. Thanks!
