Welcome to Sappy Ficlet Theater! Currently, it's a collection of three unrelated- well- sappy ficlets. ^_^;; They're sappy... and short. So they're sappy ficlets- of the 1x2x1 variety, naturally. More perhaps to come. I'll just throw here anything that I don't think has enough substance to be a legitimate fic ^^;;
Warnings: Sappity sap sap, shounen ai, fuzz
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. And this goes for all my other fics when I was too young and naive to know that disclaimers are a good thing. Please don't sue.
Comments: It's sappy, it's cliche... Read it anyway ^.^ (please?)
Something Wonderful
Throughout my life, I've always felt like I've been on the brink of something brilliant and wonderful. I didn't know how I would find that something wonderful, but I did know that I was probably delusional.
So in order to find my calling, I would sit myself down in a chair with a pencil and paper, a beautiful sketch in my mind, and try to draw it. Unfortunately for me, my beautiful sketches always turned out as blobs or unidentifiable farm animals. Eventually, I crumpled up my drawing paper and traded it in for lined.
Once again I tried, and sat down at the same desk, with the same pencil, and my shiny new lined paper. Well, perhaps it wasn't shiny, but I knew it would soon have flowing words of literary masterpiece spread across it, so the paper really seemed to sparkle to me.
The best thing I ever wrote during that particular phase was probably the little gem that started out, 'It was a bad day for Bob. Bob was unhappy. Bob had seen John walking down the hall that day in school. Bob noticed that John's tight jeans clung to his-' and it probably got worse from there.
A friend told me I'd be good at writing children's books, what with all the short, choppy sentences. But I wondered what sort of childhood she had had if she had spent her days sounding out the words in explicit male/male sex scenes. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if she had.
Drawing and writing out of the way, I decided to move on to music. Piano looked easy. I signed up for lessons and was playing middle C correctly on a 50/50 basis by the end of the month. I hadn't imagined it would be so difficult, I thought to myself while plucking out a barely recognizable version of 'Ode to Joy.' I hoped composing was easier. Maybe I would try violin if this didn't turn out so well.
It didn't turn out so well, and I was assured by many people that if I couldn't play piano, I probably couldn't play violin, either. Which was just as well. Less money for me to waste, I supposed.
Next on my list was acting. I skipped that one; I couldn't pull of a convincing enough British accent while saying 'To be, or not to be?' so I pretty much figured my career was over before it started.
I considered inventing something or starting a multimillion-dollar business, but I couldn't think of anything that hadn't already been done before. If only people thousands of years ago hadn't made all the discoveries there were to be made. I wished they had left some easy ones for me. Like that straight line one. That was common sense, right? All someone had to do was say it out loud, and people thought he was some kind of genius.
So anyway, I could go on all day about my quest for grandeur. But you know, while I was doing all that, it never occurred to me that rather than making my own something great or waiting for it to find me, I should go out and find it.
So there I am, ever standing on that brink of something brilliant. Then you were introduced to me by a mutual friend, and a few days later, I realize I've suddenly been falling.
All I had to do was meet you, and I'm falling off of the cliff I've been standing on my entire life.
And I think you're my something wonderful.
Warnings: Sappity sap sap, shounen ai, fuzz
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. And this goes for all my other fics when I was too young and naive to know that disclaimers are a good thing. Please don't sue.
Comments: It's sappy, it's cliche... Read it anyway ^.^ (please?)
Something Wonderful
Throughout my life, I've always felt like I've been on the brink of something brilliant and wonderful. I didn't know how I would find that something wonderful, but I did know that I was probably delusional.
So in order to find my calling, I would sit myself down in a chair with a pencil and paper, a beautiful sketch in my mind, and try to draw it. Unfortunately for me, my beautiful sketches always turned out as blobs or unidentifiable farm animals. Eventually, I crumpled up my drawing paper and traded it in for lined.
Once again I tried, and sat down at the same desk, with the same pencil, and my shiny new lined paper. Well, perhaps it wasn't shiny, but I knew it would soon have flowing words of literary masterpiece spread across it, so the paper really seemed to sparkle to me.
The best thing I ever wrote during that particular phase was probably the little gem that started out, 'It was a bad day for Bob. Bob was unhappy. Bob had seen John walking down the hall that day in school. Bob noticed that John's tight jeans clung to his-' and it probably got worse from there.
A friend told me I'd be good at writing children's books, what with all the short, choppy sentences. But I wondered what sort of childhood she had had if she had spent her days sounding out the words in explicit male/male sex scenes. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if she had.
Drawing and writing out of the way, I decided to move on to music. Piano looked easy. I signed up for lessons and was playing middle C correctly on a 50/50 basis by the end of the month. I hadn't imagined it would be so difficult, I thought to myself while plucking out a barely recognizable version of 'Ode to Joy.' I hoped composing was easier. Maybe I would try violin if this didn't turn out so well.
It didn't turn out so well, and I was assured by many people that if I couldn't play piano, I probably couldn't play violin, either. Which was just as well. Less money for me to waste, I supposed.
Next on my list was acting. I skipped that one; I couldn't pull of a convincing enough British accent while saying 'To be, or not to be?' so I pretty much figured my career was over before it started.
I considered inventing something or starting a multimillion-dollar business, but I couldn't think of anything that hadn't already been done before. If only people thousands of years ago hadn't made all the discoveries there were to be made. I wished they had left some easy ones for me. Like that straight line one. That was common sense, right? All someone had to do was say it out loud, and people thought he was some kind of genius.
So anyway, I could go on all day about my quest for grandeur. But you know, while I was doing all that, it never occurred to me that rather than making my own something great or waiting for it to find me, I should go out and find it.
So there I am, ever standing on that brink of something brilliant. Then you were introduced to me by a mutual friend, and a few days later, I realize I've suddenly been falling.
All I had to do was meet you, and I'm falling off of the cliff I've been standing on my entire life.
And I think you're my something wonderful.