OOC, self-insertion of main character, again apologise for the depressingness, this was after i talked to an ex girlfriend... i promise i am working on some happy fics! ill finish them eventually!
And I know that this is a departure from my normal style of Relena-bashing. But hey, there has to be a good side to her right? Maybe there is something that we don't understand behind her "obsession" with heero? at least that was the basic premise that i was going on. knock yourself out and if you are wonderful please review?
oh and sorry one last warning there is shojo ai implications
oh yeah and i dont own them. darn. wish soooo much i did. i men who wouldnt want to? and all those interesting positions...anyway yeah.
And still I remember...
The way she rebleached her hair, one night when we were drunk, at three in the morning, only to find that they turned off the water, and we went down to get carafes of water. And how we argued in our bad french about whether she should have to pay, only to come back up and find they had turned on the water again, and then her screaming because the water was so cold. It was so funny to think that her, the princess of Sanq, couldn't even get hot water...
And those birkenstocks, the only shoes she brought, those and a pair of flip flops that she never wore. So no matter what we did, she did it in birks. I could see her advisors in my head complaining about how undignified it was!
And the way she rolled her clothes instead of folding them, the only other person I've ever found to do that. It took up less space and was neater.
And the way we decided to go out to the secret castle, that wasn't secret, but it would be at full tide. And when we scratched our names in the sand and then took photos of them. Then when we thought someone had stolen our shoes, her precious birkenstocks.
The time we bargained with a guy in the subway for twenty minutes to get a bag down from 700 francs to 200 francs. And the way she didn't scream when a rat ran over her foot.
The way we played hide and seek in the gardens at versaille. And then ate ice ream in the shade of a tree, just lying there together,
The way she was more pissed that the sales-lady had used tu instead of vous, when the lady had told her to fuck off, then the fact that the lady had told her to fuck off.
The way we would play card-games at four in the morning talking about love, sex and god knows what. Definately not appropriate topics for a Princess...but perfect for a teenage girl. Which is what she was, for that one summer.
The way we played drinking games, and then both got equally drunk no matter who one or who lost.
The way we would lie in bed and talk about anything while we warmed each others toes. Or listen to dave matthews sharing set of headphones.
I miss everything about her. As her nuances are engraved in my heart, her oddities are engraved in my memory. And...well to quote chasing amy, "if this isn't love I don't think I could handle the real thing." Only it turns out that I didn't even handle that very well now did I?
And now she is back in her castle, I hear she is going to get married soon. And I haunt the places we went, that one golden parisian summer, we were just two teenage girls in love. But you see, she was a princess not a prince, so obviously I couldn't be her Cinderella.
I hear a gundam pilot is going to make her happy. I wonder whether all along it was him for her? Or whether for that one free teenage summer she really was mine. Loved me, even though, I am a girl.
How I miss her blond hair, her sweet smile. The "tv smile" just isn't the same. It lacks the warmth and depth. And even when she smiles at him it isn't the same. Was that smile just for me in that parisian summer?
And I know that this is a departure from my normal style of Relena-bashing. But hey, there has to be a good side to her right? Maybe there is something that we don't understand behind her "obsession" with heero? at least that was the basic premise that i was going on. knock yourself out and if you are wonderful please review?
oh and sorry one last warning there is shojo ai implications
oh yeah and i dont own them. darn. wish soooo much i did. i men who wouldnt want to? and all those interesting positions...anyway yeah.
And still I remember...
The way she rebleached her hair, one night when we were drunk, at three in the morning, only to find that they turned off the water, and we went down to get carafes of water. And how we argued in our bad french about whether she should have to pay, only to come back up and find they had turned on the water again, and then her screaming because the water was so cold. It was so funny to think that her, the princess of Sanq, couldn't even get hot water...
And those birkenstocks, the only shoes she brought, those and a pair of flip flops that she never wore. So no matter what we did, she did it in birks. I could see her advisors in my head complaining about how undignified it was!
And the way she rolled her clothes instead of folding them, the only other person I've ever found to do that. It took up less space and was neater.
And the way we decided to go out to the secret castle, that wasn't secret, but it would be at full tide. And when we scratched our names in the sand and then took photos of them. Then when we thought someone had stolen our shoes, her precious birkenstocks.
The time we bargained with a guy in the subway for twenty minutes to get a bag down from 700 francs to 200 francs. And the way she didn't scream when a rat ran over her foot.
The way we played hide and seek in the gardens at versaille. And then ate ice ream in the shade of a tree, just lying there together,
The way she was more pissed that the sales-lady had used tu instead of vous, when the lady had told her to fuck off, then the fact that the lady had told her to fuck off.
The way we would play card-games at four in the morning talking about love, sex and god knows what. Definately not appropriate topics for a Princess...but perfect for a teenage girl. Which is what she was, for that one summer.
The way we played drinking games, and then both got equally drunk no matter who one or who lost.
The way we would lie in bed and talk about anything while we warmed each others toes. Or listen to dave matthews sharing set of headphones.
I miss everything about her. As her nuances are engraved in my heart, her oddities are engraved in my memory. And...well to quote chasing amy, "if this isn't love I don't think I could handle the real thing." Only it turns out that I didn't even handle that very well now did I?
And now she is back in her castle, I hear she is going to get married soon. And I haunt the places we went, that one golden parisian summer, we were just two teenage girls in love. But you see, she was a princess not a prince, so obviously I couldn't be her Cinderella.
I hear a gundam pilot is going to make her happy. I wonder whether all along it was him for her? Or whether for that one free teenage summer she really was mine. Loved me, even though, I am a girl.
How I miss her blond hair, her sweet smile. The "tv smile" just isn't the same. It lacks the warmth and depth. And even when she smiles at him it isn't the same. Was that smile just for me in that parisian summer?