He's been acting strange lately. Has not been quite himself and she doesn't know why. Eyes that used to look at her with love and adoration are now filled with something akin to contempt and another unrecognizable emotion. He hasn't brought their usual morning coffee in a while but instead he brings her – the flight attendant. The one who is the epitome of the type of woman who playboy Rick Castle would have gone for without so much of a second thought four years ago. But he's not that man anymore. Or is he? Maybe she's just been fooling herself all this time; seeing what she wants to see.
Fun & uncomplicated
The adjectives plague her thoughts. Who would have known that two commonly used words could inflict so much pain? But they do because it isn't what he said but how he said it. As if he was rejecting her for not meeting that standard. As if he had finally realized that she wasn't good enough, wasn't worth the wait. Because let's be honest, she is the complete opposite of fun and uncomplicated. By the book and complicated beyond measure are more accurate descriptions of her.
She forces all thoughts of him out of her mind in an attempt to focus on the man before her. Colin Hunt. Detective Inspector Colin Hunt of Scotland Yard. A normal man who didn't flaunt big breasted blondes in her face, who wasn't the cause of her tearful, sleepless night, who she hadn't opened up her heart to, only to have it crushed. This wonderful man who under other circumstances she would have considered a prime candidate for herself but this wasn't another circumstance and she doesn't want a normal man. She wants her goofy, annoying, self-centered, egotistical, metro sexual man-child. But he was never hers to begin with, and may never be.
She tries to focus on the man before her, to give him a fair chance, but he uses 'who' instead of 'whom' and the 'Alanis Morissette version of ironic' and just like that, he invades her thoughts again. She tries to take part in the conversation but the man before her doesn't make smut out of her jokes, doesn't waggle his eyebrows suggestively or invade her personal space. The man before her doesn't stand a chance. He never did.
She feels the sudden urge to leave and rises swiftly, obviously startling him but she doesn't care. She mumbles some lame excuse and turns to leave, isn't even sure if he hears but she honestly doesn't care. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder, says something about enjoying her company and leans in for a kiss. She turns her head, diverting it to her cheek because she can't even stomach the thought of kissing anyone but the man on her mind. She smiles apologetically and leaves for her apartment where hopefully she can clear her mind of him and whatever extracurricular activities he and the blonde bimbo are likely engaging in and actually get some sleep tonight.
Yea I know, it's pretty short but I do intend on continuing. This whole turning fangirl storyline fantasies into actual written work is fairly new to me. Please bear with me…and tell me what you think of this so far in a review!
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