A/N: This, believe it or not (you'll know what I mean once you read it), is installment 1 of the added in fluff. Please review!
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:13 pm
Subject: I'm sorry :(
I know you're upset with me and that you're not talking to me at the moment, and I'm sure you must have good reason. I know I shouldn't have done what I did (or should have done what I didn't do).
Forgive me?
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:18 pm
Subject: Re - I'm sorry :(
Are you honestly telling me you don't know exactly what you did (or didn't do)?
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:19 pm
Subject: Ha!
Tricked you into talking to me :)
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:20 pm
Subject: Did not
Email doesn't count, not with us sitting in the same room. If I were talking to you, I'd be talking to you.
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:21 pm
Subject: I am really, really, really, really…
…really, really sorry. Please, please tell me what I've done (or not done)? How can I make things right unless I know what to fix?
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:22 pm
Subject: Fine
Do you recall yesterday, August 14th? Yes, I know you remembered my birthday (and after nigh on seventeen years of friendship, let me tell you, there's no reason for you to be looking for brownie points for remembering it – if you had forgotten it, I would have murdered you by now).
After gifting me with a copy of Lord of the Rings and telling me I should read something other than Harry Potter for once (for the record I was so utterly thrilled with this present of a long-winded fantasy trilogy you've been bugging me to read for what feels like forever – by the way, this is a pretty accurate description of how long one chapter of the book reads to me), you then told me you had a surprise for me, which I'd find out about in the evening.
Okay, I thought to myself, the book must have been a tongue-in-cheek present. My boyfriend (emphasis so that you remember that this is indeed what you are) has clearly got something awesome and romantic planned. He's dropped cryptic hints about how he thinks I'll like the surprise. He's waiting until John and Izzy leave for their ('no-particular-occasion-just-feel-romantic-and-in-love-even-though-we've-been-married-for-like-a-million-years') date, and then the surprise will be revealed.
So I dressed in a very adaptable combination – I felt smart, I felt casual, I felt like I would fit in well enough anywhere you'd planned to take me. I made an effort.
Entering the living room, I realised – oh dear; I'm a little overdressed next to my knight in shining pyjama pants. And yippee, the surprise appears to be a rented DVD of The Princess Bride and a pizza.
I spent the next hour and a half eating admittedly my favourite pizza (again no brownie points – see seventeen year friendship clause above) and watching The Princess Bride which we have seen a billion times already, sitting next to a teenage boy who acted all of his shoe size as he smirked contemptuously and rolled his eyes at the romantic scenes between Westley and Buttercup and avidly watched the sword-fighting and giant-rat-wrestling scenes.
Admittedly your arm was around me, but I don't know if it's because you wanted it to be, or because you could reach the pizza more easily that way; you didn't kiss me (and in light of the fact that we'd both eaten pizza with garlic, maybe that's just as well – but my point is that pizza was a mistake); and apart from the occasional 'Oh, this part is good, you have to see this' (which was totally unnecessary since I have seen it, like a billion times – see above) you practically ignored my existence. It was as if the past three months had never happened and we were just friends again.
And after the two of us staying with John and Izzy – aka winners of the Most Sickeningly Cute Couple of the Century award – for the past two weeks, this was just salt in a bleeding, burning, festering wound.
I guess all that's left to say is, thank you, Mr. Knight, for the most romantic night of my life.
I trust you are no longer in any doubt of my sentiments?
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:41 pm
Subject: Ah.
Oh dear… I take it you weren't in the mood for a movie night?
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 6:42 pm
Subject: Re - Ah.
If it had been any other night, I might have been – but it was my freaking eighteenth birthday! Something a little special might have been nice.
By the way, I poured my heart out to you (which you've been bugging me to do for the past half hour), and that's all the reply I get? A single line? Get stuffed.
A/N: Just a note to warn you not to be too hard on Jerry until you hear his side of things (I'm too fond of him to let him bear the full brunt of your censure before you know all).