this is what i do in economics.
for bwr, because you finally inspired me. and for abby, because she's the reason i'm still around and because she's updating FST again.
the couple is your choice. the beginning is for your imagination. the end is for your dreams. (aka, make up the details.)
disclaimed. i own very little. actually, this is barely a fanfiction until you give him and her names. so, i own plot.
It wasn't their first fight or their biggest fight or their hardest fight. It was just a fight, and some people wouldn't even call it that. It wasn't fighting words or yelling or actions or silent treatments. It was just wrong. Words weren't said from him and she couldn't get the past the stage of denial. Her actions said nothing was wrong. His silence said otherwise.
She still said "I love you" when they parted ways or in a text before she fell asleep. She answered his questioning look two days after the beginning with "I still love you and I'm going to keep telling you that." A simple answer, a quick kiss, and she was flying down the hallway. He still didn't understand.
She still called him sweetie, cutie, baby, all the ugly pet names she once cringed at. "You're still my baby." She explained with a grin, four days after the beginning, before scurrying away, her hair blowing behind her as she ran away. He still didn't get it.
Her plastic smile, the hurt of every little thing going on in her life, especially him, turned real as soon as his name was displayed on her phone or he walked through the doors. He didn't notice.
She still kissed him. They were quick, not even enough time to see if he'd respond. "I will kiss you until the day you break my heart." she promised six days after the beginning. He didn't see the pain in her eyes.
It was still him that kept her going. When she noticed that new pound, heard the insults trailing after her, when she wanted to claw off her own face, she saw herself through his eyes. Beautiful. He'll never know what's back in her mirror as the days get longer and the trick stopped working.
Denial was her favorite state. A week goes by and she still pretends nothing wrong. It reaches a week and a half, though, and her plastic smile starts to wear out. Two weeks go by and her eyes grow tired and everybody can see the hurt and exhaustion. Sixteen days later, she turns when he walks down the same hall as her, ignores his calls, and never texts him back.
"What about the kisses you promised? What about saying "I love you" and calling me baby and the smiles that turn real when you see me?" He asks, cornering her nineteen days after the beginning. "What happened?"
"My two weeks of actions explained more love than there is words for, the hurt became too much. You noticed too late." The tears spilled over for the millionth time, but she looked him straight in the eye. "You finally broke my heart." She ran before the break-up words could be spoken.
He started saying I love you twenty days after the beginning.
i pictured derrick/dylan, and hoped they lived happily ever after. still don't know what the fight was about. tell me what you think?