GUYS. GUYS, I HAVE FIGURED OUT WHY SOCIETY SAYS 'STRAIGHT' IS NORMAL AND 'GAY' IS BAD.
IT'S CAUSE FANFICS GET EXTREMELY CONFUSING WHEN YOU HAVE ONLY THE WORD 'HE' TO REFER TO YOUR CHARACTERS WITH RATHER THAN BOTH 'HE' AND 'SHE.'
YES.
OBVIOUSLY.
Now, if some smart person would create two words, one that meant 'the girl in the relationship' and one that meant 'the guy in the relationship,' the world would be a better place.
*sigh* This is why no one ever comes to me when in need of help with solving the world's problems.
Title: One More Time
Pairing: This is one of those oneshots where you just insert your OTP into the story. The girl in the relationship will be in normal print, and the guy will be in bold. (Until the end, when the entire fic gets rather confusing.)
Code: YES, there is a code, but it's a crappy one that is totally not worth your time. Literally. Like, I wanted to put a code in here (Actually, I've been thinking of making an entire 'solve the code' oneshot book), but I didn't know what to put, so... yeah. It's fairly easy. I'm not gonna give you any hints.
Genre: Angst
Apologies: I'M SORRY, I FEEL LIKE I WRITE TOO MANY SAD ONESHOTS LATELY (someone even pointed it out on fanfiction, oops). I think it's my music choice. :P All I listen to is sad music about break ups and death and how tomorrow never dies... ugh. Does anyone know a HAPPY song about love? (that last song I referenced actually isn't about love, I've just been playing it – along with Lost Boy, Close as Strangers, and Beside You – for hours now.)
Warnings: bit of blood (not very graphic, though), self-harm, broken hearts, FEELS – kay, actually, I haven't gotten that many feels from this one. Then again, I wrote it, so... Whatevs. It has the capability for feels, I guess. Sort of.
Word Count: 857
He was used to being ignored.
Yes, he was certainly used to it.
But he was also used to having his best friend – his secret crush – to rely on.
Which is why he cracked so quickly, so easily, when that best friend moved on.
Not to the next life – no, no.
Just to the next lunch table.
He was tired of being just friends.
Yes, so tired. So, so tired.
But he was able to get through each day by remembering that his best friend had never done anything that looked even remotely like the actions of a straight man.
Which is why he cried for so long after seeing his friend kissing one of the most popular girls in the school.
He didn't know that his friend was being kissed against his will – no, no.
He had no idea.
He was sick of hiding the cuts.
Yes, sick. In more ways than one.
But he was able to survive the horrors of his life simply by staring wistfully – and uninterrupted – at his old friend where he sat at the 'popular table.'
Which is why he freaked out so much when, one day during lunch, his old friend turned around in his seat and glared at him, telling him to "Stop eying me, freak! I'm way out of your league."
His old friend's friends obviously didn't feel the weight behind those words like he did – no, no.
They just laughed.
He was used to listening to his 'friends' complain about how annoying his old best friend (but he still thought of him as his best friend) was.
Yes, he was definitely used to it.
But he was not at all used to hearing his 'friends' urge him to turn around and tell off the boy who was giving him googoo eyes and had been all year.
Which is why he was surprised – to say the least – when he realized the boy was his best friend.
The boy didn't sit and take the insult as he normally did from other kids – no, no.
Instead, he exited the cafeteria with tears leaving tracks on his cheeks.
He was fed up with all the drama.
Yes, fed up with it. Done with it.
But he was not one to give up at the slightest obstacle (though this obstacle was a far cry from the 'slightest'), so he put the blade down at the last minute.
Which is why he was still alive to watch through the window as his old friend ran up the path to his house, looking frantic.
His old friend wasn't there to ridicule him more – no, no.
He was there to apologize.
But the boy did not care.
With an almost longing glance toward the door, which his old friend was now knocking on loudly, the boy picked up his blade one more time.
He decided that this was, indeed, much more than the 'slightest obstacle.'
He decided no one would think any lower of him if he gave up now.
At least, no lower than they already thought of him.
The boy smiled for the first time in several years as he brought the blade to his wrist one more time.
Scraped the blade against his skin one more time.
Shed a tear one more time.
Collapsed on the floor in a heap of tears, blood, and bruised feelings.
One more time.
He closed his eyes, preparing to face death.
One more time.
He waited, with fading senses, as his old friend beat down the front door and jogged through the house, calling the boy's name.
One more time.
And one more time... the boy did not move.
One more time, the boy hoped for death.
One more time.
He hoped it would only be one more time.
But, one more time, the boy's old friend held in his arms the boy's body, and tears slid down his face and onto the boy's torso.
One more time, the friend could not bear to lose the love of his life.
Even if the love of his life wanted to die.
So, one more time, the old friend closed his eyes.
One more time, he allowed himself and the boy another chance, even though he knew from experience that it would turn out the same way.
One more time, he backtracked to the beginning of the story. The beginning of the fanfic. Once again, he read the feels warning and wondered how anyone could possibly get the 'feels' from his pain.
One more time, he started off down the page, reliving the story even though it wouldn't change anything.
One more time, simply because he was not anywhere near content with the story's horrific ending. He was not content with the blood of his crush decorating the floor. He was not okay with his only love leaving the world because of him.
And yet, one more time, he could not help it.
One more time, his love died in his arms.
And one more time, he vowed to only repeat the story one more time.
xXx
WOAH PLOT TWIST
SORT OF.
I'm sorry! I just, I started thinking, what do the characters do when we finish reading a story? Are they forced to relive the story's events over and over and over until their own thoughts are overcome by the lines they were forced to say, the paths they were forced to take?
Or are they just words on a page?
I have too much time to myself.
Also, I feel like this truly sucked compared to some of my other oneshots. Like, seriously, Hannah, what's your problem!?
You see, I think I've been using up all my writing powers on Games, which currently has only 47,000 words. You'd think I'd have more by now, but I've been focusing on nanowrimo and school.
GAMES IS LITERALLY SO BOSS THO
LIKE, IF YOU WANT A GOOD BOOK WITH LOTS, AND I MEAN LOTS OF FEELS AND DRAMA, GO READ THAT
THERE'S NO SELF HARM OR ANYTHING
IT'S PRETTY SAFe
BUT DUDe
IT'S LIKE
MY FRICKIN MAGNAMOPUS
I DONT KNOW HOW TO SPELL THAT
SPELL CHECK HAS NO SUGGESTIONS, EITHER
I MUST BE WAY OFF
BUT WHATEVER
IT'S BASICALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER MADE IN MY CAREER AS A WRITER
LIKE OMN
WHAT THE FLIP HANNAH
NOW YOU CAN SEE WHY I'VE SUCKED LATELY WITH MY ONESHOTs
IVE BEEN POURING MY AWESOMENESS INTO GAMES
Seriously, though, go read it. You will not regret it.
Well, you might, actually. :P The first few chapters are the freaking epitome of boredom. BUT THEN IT GETS SO MUCH BETTEr
LIKE, THE READERS ON THAT STORY ARE FLIPPING OUT ABOUT CH TWELVE AND THIRTEEN, AND I'M JUST LIKE, LOL, YOU THINK THAT'S BAD?
JUST WAIT TILL THE SECOND CHALLENGE IN CHAPTER FIFTEEN AND SIXTEEN, OMG
AND THEN THE MEROME WILL KILL YOU IN CH EIGHTEEN AND NINETEEN
AND THEN YOU'LL DIE AT LEAST TWICE IN CHAPTER TWENTY
AND OMG, TWENTY-NINE
I JUST
WOAH
LOOK AT THAT
AN ENTIRE PAGE OF SELF-ADVERTISING
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL THAT
BUT I CALL IT INTENSE SKILL
im sorry I need sleep this was a bad idea why do I always write these late at night ughaf aghuhgh and see im hyped up on chocolate but also about to die from sleep deprivation and ugh my hand hurts is cnat type weell at all and uuuhguhughguhgughughguhguhu
IM SO DONE
GO READ GAMES
LOL HALF THIS DOCUMENT (on open office) IS THE SHAMELESSLY SELF-ADVERTISING AUTHOR'S NOTe
I LIKE THAT
KTHX BAII RULERS
literally the authors notes combined were only 100 words less than the actual oneshot XD
As a side note, I should probably wish you a happy Thanksgiving, so...
Happy Thanksgiving!