Happily Ever After
I was once in love with him. I suppose that was stupid on my part. I shouldn't have ever fell for him. I really shouldn't have. Or at least I should have said something. Hmph. He's such a jerk. I should have told him I hate him, even if was a lie. Heh, it still is. On the very first day I met him, June 18th, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. All through my teen years I just... I just laid on my bed every night dreaming of what my life would like when we were older. In our twenties maybe, when I would confess my true feelings and he'd love me back just as much as we'd live happily ever after. I can't believe I ever thought that. Happily ever after is a fairytale. It's not real life, it's a goddamned fairytale. Not real life. I used to picture him lying next to me on my bed, playing with my hair and telling me that from now, I would live the Happily Ever after. Bullshit.
As teenagers, I would get laid almost everynight. Always thinking of Evan though. Visions of Chocolate mixing with Vanilla; becoming one. Evan, on the otherhand was neglected in the dating area. Until Jenna. Even thinking of her name makes me want to vomit. She is the most vile rude creature I ever have had the displeasure of meeting. I wish she would die. That is what kills me the most. She's alive.
That night when Evan came to me.... told me what she had done to him. The pressure of alcohol and XTC and all of that.... I told him that everything would be alright. I told him white lies. Yeah, I was lying to him while I carressed his sweatdrawn face. And I kissed him. Or he kissed me. I can't remember which. Some fairytale.
Like a coffee pot, I poured out to him my feelings. I'd almost call it stupid, accepting the fact that he kissed me again because of it. He said he's always loved me but was too afraid to tell me. We were both crying and I promised him I'd get him out of this relationship with Jenna.
Turns out my services weren't needed.
I heard from Todd that Evan had gone to a party with Jenna. Jenna forced him to take XTC. She was drunk out of herself and tried to drive them home. She crashed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pietro wiped a tear away from his eye as he placed the single red rose in front of Evan's gravestone. Then he drew a knife. The blood poured from his wrists as he slumped down against Evan's grave. He smiled as his world faded to black and the last thought of our dear Pietro Maximoff was:
"Now Evan, we can live the happily ever after...."
A/N: thats the end of it. nice agnst one-shot. :) I gotta go to bed now... r/r!
I was once in love with him. I suppose that was stupid on my part. I shouldn't have ever fell for him. I really shouldn't have. Or at least I should have said something. Hmph. He's such a jerk. I should have told him I hate him, even if was a lie. Heh, it still is. On the very first day I met him, June 18th, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. All through my teen years I just... I just laid on my bed every night dreaming of what my life would like when we were older. In our twenties maybe, when I would confess my true feelings and he'd love me back just as much as we'd live happily ever after. I can't believe I ever thought that. Happily ever after is a fairytale. It's not real life, it's a goddamned fairytale. Not real life. I used to picture him lying next to me on my bed, playing with my hair and telling me that from now, I would live the Happily Ever after. Bullshit.
As teenagers, I would get laid almost everynight. Always thinking of Evan though. Visions of Chocolate mixing with Vanilla; becoming one. Evan, on the otherhand was neglected in the dating area. Until Jenna. Even thinking of her name makes me want to vomit. She is the most vile rude creature I ever have had the displeasure of meeting. I wish she would die. That is what kills me the most. She's alive.
That night when Evan came to me.... told me what she had done to him. The pressure of alcohol and XTC and all of that.... I told him that everything would be alright. I told him white lies. Yeah, I was lying to him while I carressed his sweatdrawn face. And I kissed him. Or he kissed me. I can't remember which. Some fairytale.
Like a coffee pot, I poured out to him my feelings. I'd almost call it stupid, accepting the fact that he kissed me again because of it. He said he's always loved me but was too afraid to tell me. We were both crying and I promised him I'd get him out of this relationship with Jenna.
Turns out my services weren't needed.
I heard from Todd that Evan had gone to a party with Jenna. Jenna forced him to take XTC. She was drunk out of herself and tried to drive them home. She crashed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pietro wiped a tear away from his eye as he placed the single red rose in front of Evan's gravestone. Then he drew a knife. The blood poured from his wrists as he slumped down against Evan's grave. He smiled as his world faded to black and the last thought of our dear Pietro Maximoff was:
"Now Evan, we can live the happily ever after...."
A/N: thats the end of it. nice agnst one-shot. :) I gotta go to bed now... r/r!