Title: C????????
Author: Penny
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they belong to JJ Abrams
Feedback: Yes, Please. Thank you.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Angst
A/N: This is the first part, and the second part is to come in a bit. I need to write it, and I need to thank MM for being the brilliant beautiful person she is and helping me with the planning of the second part. I love you MM!
Part One:
It was traditional and imitate, the prefect day; exactly how The Day should be, except for the groom. She felt as if she was six and playing dress up with her with Barbies. She rounded the corner and saw Ken -- Prom Ken in his tux -- waiting for her, smiling like an idiot, obvious to the actual situation. He didn't know he was only a consolation prize. That she didn't love him, just the existence of him. That her real Ken, her real prince charming, her soul mate, her guardian angel was the only one she loved and he wasn't there. And he was never going to be there. As much as she secretly hoped and prayed, he wasn't going to come storming in the church, stop the wedding, and whisk her off to France. She knew wasn't -- ever -- coming. So what not smile, say I Do, and move on? Because she'd tried that, that doesn't work. The priest asked her, "and do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?"
"No," she whispered, turned and run out off the church. Sometimes the prince doesn't come and you have to go searching. So that's what she did, she left in search of her prince.
*
She stopped in front of a two-story Colonial house. It was pale yellow with forest green shutters and a Volvo parked under the basketball hoop. Typical and normal, from the outside everything seemed wonderful. Did she really want to attempt to destroy this? Yes. Because appearances aren't everything… and there is only one car in the driveway. She cursed when she almost tripped on her dress while walking up the pathway. She rang the doorbell and waited. It seemed like forever before he answered the door.
Shocked and confused he searched for words when she bluntly told him, "I love you."
*
It was her, standing on his porch, looking like a fool in her long, white wedding dress.
"I love you," she started. "I always have, and I realize that five years ago I made a mistake." He was tempted to just slam the door in her face. How dare she? How inconsiderate and selfish of her. It's been too long for this; he'd moved on. And now here she was at his doorstep. What did she accept? Him to wrap his arms around her and console her like he did so long ago? She was about to continue, but she really didn't need to. He knew exactly what she was going to say. He could sense it, he almost taunted her to say the f-word.
"Can you ever forgive me."
Author: Penny
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they belong to JJ Abrams
Feedback: Yes, Please. Thank you.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Angst
A/N: This is the first part, and the second part is to come in a bit. I need to write it, and I need to thank MM for being the brilliant beautiful person she is and helping me with the planning of the second part. I love you MM!
Part One:
It was traditional and imitate, the prefect day; exactly how The Day should be, except for the groom. She felt as if she was six and playing dress up with her with Barbies. She rounded the corner and saw Ken -- Prom Ken in his tux -- waiting for her, smiling like an idiot, obvious to the actual situation. He didn't know he was only a consolation prize. That she didn't love him, just the existence of him. That her real Ken, her real prince charming, her soul mate, her guardian angel was the only one she loved and he wasn't there. And he was never going to be there. As much as she secretly hoped and prayed, he wasn't going to come storming in the church, stop the wedding, and whisk her off to France. She knew wasn't -- ever -- coming. So what not smile, say I Do, and move on? Because she'd tried that, that doesn't work. The priest asked her, "and do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?"
"No," she whispered, turned and run out off the church. Sometimes the prince doesn't come and you have to go searching. So that's what she did, she left in search of her prince.
*
She stopped in front of a two-story Colonial house. It was pale yellow with forest green shutters and a Volvo parked under the basketball hoop. Typical and normal, from the outside everything seemed wonderful. Did she really want to attempt to destroy this? Yes. Because appearances aren't everything… and there is only one car in the driveway. She cursed when she almost tripped on her dress while walking up the pathway. She rang the doorbell and waited. It seemed like forever before he answered the door.
Shocked and confused he searched for words when she bluntly told him, "I love you."
*
It was her, standing on his porch, looking like a fool in her long, white wedding dress.
"I love you," she started. "I always have, and I realize that five years ago I made a mistake." He was tempted to just slam the door in her face. How dare she? How inconsiderate and selfish of her. It's been too long for this; he'd moved on. And now here she was at his doorstep. What did she accept? Him to wrap his arms around her and console her like he did so long ago? She was about to continue, but she really didn't need to. He knew exactly what she was going to say. He could sense it, he almost taunted her to say the f-word.
"Can you ever forgive me."