Title: Only One Night
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
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Pairing: just read to find out
Rating: PG 13/NC 17
Disclaimers: I don't own Popular or anything attached to the show and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback.
Comments: I need feedback. Remember, FEED ME! This is in Nic's POV. Enjoy!
Only One Night
Why can't she see I'm down on my knees? Why do I of all people feel this way about her? Then again, why do I feel at all? I love her so deeply that it hurts my soul and I'm left here only vaguely smirking at the fact that she makes me feel, that she gave me my soul back.
All these years I've been dead. A scorned creature of evil hurting those in my way. I stepped on her once on my way to the top but found myself taking a step back so she could rule our kingdom. She's the only one strong enough to carry such a weight on her shoulders and not even falter when her knees are weak or her arms are tired.
I try day by day to show her how much I do care but she seems to pass it off for a good mood.
I nearly kissed her once but my strength gave out on me. The day was young and the leaves were chameleons in their autumn shades. It was cold. I remember because I had my arms wrapped around her with my warm leather jacket over both of our small bodies. We were fourteen I think. She was the first one I ever wanted, ever loved and she made me feel warm within. I didn't know it then but she was and still is my heart. Then it would have been easy to tell her I love her but now. . .now it's just a dying dream on the dust.
I feel others watching me. They know. They can see the way I look at her, the way her girlish smile can melt me into soft nothingness. The way her fleeting glances break my past, my reputation into nothing more than a memory. Espasito said to me once, when no one else was around, she said, "I know you act like a total bitch but I can see how much you love her. Tell her. Just tell her." All I need is one night. Only one night.
I haven't told her yet and no matter how hard I try, the time never seems to be right. But now, now feels right. Now when she's staying the night and she curled up beside me in her silk negligee. Maybe I'll tell her and maybe my dreams will come true. We'll see.
Restless and hoping,
Nicole
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: please ASK if you want to archive it.
Pairing: just read to find out
Rating: PG 13/NC 17
Disclaimers: I don't own Popular or anything attached to the show and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback.
Comments: I need feedback. Remember, FEED ME! This is in Nic's POV. Enjoy!
Only One Night
Why can't she see I'm down on my knees? Why do I of all people feel this way about her? Then again, why do I feel at all? I love her so deeply that it hurts my soul and I'm left here only vaguely smirking at the fact that she makes me feel, that she gave me my soul back.
All these years I've been dead. A scorned creature of evil hurting those in my way. I stepped on her once on my way to the top but found myself taking a step back so she could rule our kingdom. She's the only one strong enough to carry such a weight on her shoulders and not even falter when her knees are weak or her arms are tired.
I try day by day to show her how much I do care but she seems to pass it off for a good mood.
I nearly kissed her once but my strength gave out on me. The day was young and the leaves were chameleons in their autumn shades. It was cold. I remember because I had my arms wrapped around her with my warm leather jacket over both of our small bodies. We were fourteen I think. She was the first one I ever wanted, ever loved and she made me feel warm within. I didn't know it then but she was and still is my heart. Then it would have been easy to tell her I love her but now. . .now it's just a dying dream on the dust.
I feel others watching me. They know. They can see the way I look at her, the way her girlish smile can melt me into soft nothingness. The way her fleeting glances break my past, my reputation into nothing more than a memory. Espasito said to me once, when no one else was around, she said, "I know you act like a total bitch but I can see how much you love her. Tell her. Just tell her." All I need is one night. Only one night.
I haven't told her yet and no matter how hard I try, the time never seems to be right. But now, now feels right. Now when she's staying the night and she curled up beside me in her silk negligee. Maybe I'll tell her and maybe my dreams will come true. We'll see.
Restless and hoping,
Nicole
