So I was listening to music and I just kept thinking about Towen, so I decided to start this new project.
It's a compilation of one-shots. They're fun little songfics (omg tbt to the early 2000's). It's not linear. Each one is it's own thing based or inspired by whatever song I'm listening to. It could be literally be anything! At any time!
I'm really bored and I think it's a great use of my time haha.
If you have any songs that you feel like would be appropriate SEND THEM MY WAY! And let's see if there's anything I can do with it! :)
Here's the first one! :)
Grace is Gone - Dave Matthews Band
His phone buzzes again and he stares at it.
2am.
He's at a random bar because he'll run into someone at Joe's and he doesn't want to go home yet because then he will have to face the situation. He doesn't know where to go. He could go to his mom but she would ask questions he's not sure how to answer yet.
So he'll have another drink.
His phone buzzes again.
Her name flashing.
A text message.
He squints at it. The neon sign reflecting on his screen. Her message, blurry.
He motions for the bartender for another round.
He hasn't spoken to a single soul since the voicemail and he can't stop listening to it. Trying to make sense of it. Trying to maybe find some loophole, but it was pretty clear.
His heart breaks every time but he can't stop himself.
In the months since his daughter was born, he has been reflecting on how much sooner he could have everything he ever wanted if he would just stop being afraid.
She had been the love of his life. His best friend. She had always been there for him and he knew he could never hurt her.
In every tragedy he had to face when they were in Iraq, she had been by his side, holding his hand. Listening to him, giving advise, holding him.
When he thought he lost his sister, she held him when he cried for days.
For every friend in the army he's lost, she was by his side.
It came to a point where he could not imagine his life without her.
So he asked her to come to Seattle.
He needed his person.
It was complicated. His feelings for her were complicated.
When he finally figured them out, when he'd finally sort out his feelings, shit happens.
He doesn't want to think about it anymore.
So he orders another drink.
One more drink. Then maybe he'll go home.
It's impossible that she could do this to him. What was this? A one time thing? Is this something she's been doing behind his back?
Does it matter?
Does it matter how long it's been happening?
The only thing that matters is it is done.
You can't take that back.
She can't take it back.
What about their wedding? Their family?
Is that done?
Does he still want her? No, probably not.
Is it the drink talking? Probably.
He stares at his drink.
He loves her. More that he's ever loved anyone. Because this is not just any kind of romance he's ever had. This is his best friend.
This is Teddy.
The other day they happily called his mom and told her about their wedding plans. They told their family. They told their friends. They made love.
The other night they planned a little backyard wedding. They talked about the menu. The flowers. She was giddy. He loved watching her and seeing her smile.
The other day they spent the whole night awake trying to soothe their teething daughter and the made the most out of it, making each other laugh, watching bad television, keeping each other company while their daughter wails in their arms. There's no one else he'd rather go through a sleepless night than her.
The other day they went on a romantic date, what they said would be their last date before they're married, by the bay and he held her hand and he smiled at her. She even wears the heirloom engagement ring she promised to only wear during special occasions. They took home their dessert and ate in their kitchen and kissed all night.
Tonight they were supposed to in their bed, as a married couple, but instead it's two in the morning and he is in a dingy bar and all he got was a voicemail that brought him a kind of pain he never thought he'd experience.
He tries to think about them and he wonders when this all started. There were no secret texting or secret phone calls. He doesn't think she ever acted any differently. They spend every minute together.
How could he not have realized that she's been having an affair all this time?
When things that feel this terrible happen his first call is usually her. She would know what to say and what to do.
She would come to this bar and sit with him and help him process.
He doesn't want to think about it anymore.
He finishes his drink.
He doesn't want it to be over. But he can't go back to the way it was because maybe he doesn't know her that well. Maybe he doesn't know everything about her.
But he'll go home because home is home.
He still has his sweet son and his teething daughter.
And Teddy.
His phone buzzes again.
So he closes out his tab. He calls himself an uber, because god knows he should not be driving. And he goes home.
He gets home and she's in the kitchen waiting for him.
She jumps out her seat and calls out his name. He just shakes his head and heads to their bedroom.
"Owen"
"Dont—"
"Let me explain"
"Not now. I don't want to hear it. I'm tired. I'm…hurt? I'm—"
"Please, Owen. I have to—"
"There's nothing to explain. It was pretty clear to me that you were fucking someone else on our wedding day. That's all I needed to know."
"How did you find out?"
"Does it matter?"
"Who else knows?"
"Does it matter?"
"No—I just—"
"I can't even look at you right now. And frankly, I can't—do this" He says, vaguely and drunkenly gesturing.
"This?"
"This—You, me—not tonight. I don't want to think about it yet. The past twenty four hours, I went from the happiest I've ever felt to feeling the worst feeling imaginable, and then now—now, I don't feel anything at this moment, and I'd like to keep it that way for now, so I'm going to bed. And I'll figure out what to say and what to do and what to feel whenever I wake up or whenever I feel like it. But for now, could you just please stay away from me." He slurs and drags himself to the bedroom.
She doesn't follow him. She doesn't try to go into the room and force him to talk.
Silence fill their home.
No fussy toddler waking up in the middle of the night.
No wailing teething baby.
Just silence.
He wakes up with his head pounding. His mouth dry. He glances to her side of the bed. It's untouched. He doesn't want to get out of bed. He doesn't want to do anything. So he lays there with his eyes closed. He's going to lie there for as long as he can.
He hears Allison cooing through the baby monitor on his bedside. He glances at the screen. She's in their daughter's room holding her and giving her the teething toy. Leo is on the floor with some blocks.
"Weddy look" He says showing his stepmom a toy he couldn't quite make out.
He turns the the monitor off because he really can't even look at her. Not even through a tiny grainy screen.
He knows he'll have to face it eventually.
He will yell. So will she. And they will say things they don't mean each other. He will tell her to leave and runaway with Tom Koracick even though he knows that would kill him. And she will say she's not going anywhere. And that she loves him. And that she's sorry for what she did. And that she's not going anywhere.
And if that is true, he will eventually forgive her. He will fight, because he doesn't want Tom Koracick to win. He will fight for their kids. He will fight because even after all the hurt and the pain, he still loves her. They've gone through this before. They hurt each other but they find their way back.
But this time around, if that does happen, things will be different. He can't trust her. He can't see her near Tom Koracick. He'll be more aggressive if he has to be. He's not going to be the nice guy anymore. He's not going "cut him some slack" because everyone tells him to. He's not going to believe anyone who ever tells him that Tom Koracick is a Nice guy deep inside. He'd defibrillate his nuts again and again and again given a chance. Now he has every reason to hate him all over again.
But he can't hate her because she's Teddy. She's Teddy.
But he's not going to walk away. He hopes she doesn't either.