Disclaimer: same as in part one.
AN: This part is all in Vaughn's POV
Preface
Romeo: I dreamt a dream last night.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
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After watching her walk away, I sank down onto one of the crates and shoved my hands into my hair. How much longer can we go on pretending that we're not what we really are and that we are what we aren't? She's right, we are star-crossed. Hell, if I'm completely honest with myself I can admit we're star-crossed lovers.
But why did she have to say it? Life was so much easier when we both pretended that we didn't feel anything, when we acted like a call from Joey's Pizza wasn't the highlight of our week. Instead of just feeling, we know. And knowing makes life infinitely harder.
So now I'm sitting in my living room, trying to figure out how to pretend that this afternoon never happened. Right now I've almost convinced myself that what she thought her dream was saying wasn't what it was really saying. Or maybe she changed parts of her dream to see how I would react. Of course I know that Sydney wouldn't do that, honesty is too important for her to lie about something so petty. But it makes me feel better to believe it, so I do for a few short hours.
That's it, she did have a dream about her school assignment but it didn't really have anything to do with us. She just added that in… it didn't really happen. In fact, I'm so comfortable with this conclusion that I settle back and flip the television on.
I can't believe this. I was just channel surfing, looking for something that caught my eye… and I came across Romeo and Juliet. The old version, not the Leonardo di Caprio version. I quickly changed the channel, because I knew that if I sat there and watched it, I would once again realize that she was right. And that just can't be possible.
Sighing in defeat, I turn the television off and go to bed. At least for a few hours, I'll be able to sleep and not think about Sydney or Shakespeare or star-crossed lovers. For a few unconscious hours, I can just be.
AN: This part is all in Vaughn's POV
Preface
Romeo: I dreamt a dream last night.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
***********************************
After watching her walk away, I sank down onto one of the crates and shoved my hands into my hair. How much longer can we go on pretending that we're not what we really are and that we are what we aren't? She's right, we are star-crossed. Hell, if I'm completely honest with myself I can admit we're star-crossed lovers.
But why did she have to say it? Life was so much easier when we both pretended that we didn't feel anything, when we acted like a call from Joey's Pizza wasn't the highlight of our week. Instead of just feeling, we know. And knowing makes life infinitely harder.
So now I'm sitting in my living room, trying to figure out how to pretend that this afternoon never happened. Right now I've almost convinced myself that what she thought her dream was saying wasn't what it was really saying. Or maybe she changed parts of her dream to see how I would react. Of course I know that Sydney wouldn't do that, honesty is too important for her to lie about something so petty. But it makes me feel better to believe it, so I do for a few short hours.
That's it, she did have a dream about her school assignment but it didn't really have anything to do with us. She just added that in… it didn't really happen. In fact, I'm so comfortable with this conclusion that I settle back and flip the television on.
I can't believe this. I was just channel surfing, looking for something that caught my eye… and I came across Romeo and Juliet. The old version, not the Leonardo di Caprio version. I quickly changed the channel, because I knew that if I sat there and watched it, I would once again realize that she was right. And that just can't be possible.
Sighing in defeat, I turn the television off and go to bed. At least for a few hours, I'll be able to sleep and not think about Sydney or Shakespeare or star-crossed lovers. For a few unconscious hours, I can just be.
