AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Silly fic 'cause I just watched Anne and feel a lot was left unsaid
SPOILER: Becoming, Anne (sort of)
DISTRIBUTION: My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
I remember weird things, like the first time I had a peanut butter sandwich. My father, an idiot *and* a health food nut wouldn't let me have it. I was four and spending the night with my mother's parents so my parents could try to "work their relationship out". I've got a feeling they weren't working anything out, but that they were fighting and fucking. Even so, Grandma knew I was upset and made me a peanut butter sandwich. I still eat them every day.
The first time I skinned my knees was at Disneyland. I was seven, pretty old for a first skinned knee, I know, but you have to know my life. I went straight from diapers to designer duds, and there was no time to play outside and possibly get dirty. We were getting in line for It's A Small, Small World and I tripped on a straw someone had littered. I cried so hard my parents bought me two new dolls to quiet me down. I guess it would be an understatement to say I was a spoiled child.
I was a spoiled preteen too. I went to the very first day of sixth grade in an five hundred dollar outfit my parents probably couldn't afford. I got my first kiss that day too. Right in front of Ford.
That was what I wanted, too. To make him miserable. So I guess that day was full of firsts. First middle school class, first middle school pop quiz that I failed, first kiss, first time using somebody. First time hurting somebody.
I'd already had my first heartbreak, Ford, and you know all about that so why bore you?
You also know about the first time I fell in love. Well, the first is the last.
Loving Angel has been the most ama--
Sorry, the driver made a sharp turn so I had to find another pen, mine went flying. Where was I? Oh yeah.
Loving Angel has been the most amazing experience of my life. He's sweet, tender, caring, loving, funny, creative, quiet, perfect. He's my heart, my soul, my life.
And he's gone.
I can't keep pretending that he's coming back, because he's not. Hell is sorta the It on stuff like this. It's not a revolving door, it's one-way.
And as the bus almost reaches Los Angeles, I wonder what awaits me in the City of Angels, and if I did the right thing leaving.
And if I'll ever have another first worth remembering.