Emotions
Disclaimer. I don't own these people. Or essentially anything, I'm dirt poor.
Part One
Character: Stu Collins
Time: After Amy tells him she doesn't want to marry him (I cheered, so please don't think I'm a Stu sympathizer. I hate him. And.if you don't, I'm sorry, and this fic is probably something you'll like.)
Stuart Collins had run.
He had gotten out and flagged down a taxi and when he had gotten to the airport he had waited for his flight to Hawaii. He had cashed in the second ticket and that was that, Stu Collins was gone and he was never going to see Amy again.
He hadn't even brought a change of clothes, instead choosing to buy new ones, tourist clothing. He had thrown the kilt away.
And so, wearing an orange T-shirt and a pair of blue slacks and ugly shoes with the cheap socks they gave you when you were trying them on.
Then he went into the bathroom and leaned his forehead against the cracked ceramic wall and started to cry.
This morning he had been happy. Amy had given up on the kilt issue and they had been getting married and he hadn't even noticed that anything was wrong.
He remembered the way she had called him a bully and the way she had been shaking and the tears that had streamed down her face when she told him she wasn't sure.
He was angry at her and he was angry at Bruce for not coming and making Amy uncertain and he was angry at his mother and he was furious at himself because he wasn't so convinced that Amy was wrong.
"It's like a train wreck," he declared softly, and he wiped his face.
Then he heard the announcement that his flight was leaving, and he left his old life.
Disclaimer. I don't own these people. Or essentially anything, I'm dirt poor.
Part One
Character: Stu Collins
Time: After Amy tells him she doesn't want to marry him (I cheered, so please don't think I'm a Stu sympathizer. I hate him. And.if you don't, I'm sorry, and this fic is probably something you'll like.)
Stuart Collins had run.
He had gotten out and flagged down a taxi and when he had gotten to the airport he had waited for his flight to Hawaii. He had cashed in the second ticket and that was that, Stu Collins was gone and he was never going to see Amy again.
He hadn't even brought a change of clothes, instead choosing to buy new ones, tourist clothing. He had thrown the kilt away.
And so, wearing an orange T-shirt and a pair of blue slacks and ugly shoes with the cheap socks they gave you when you were trying them on.
Then he went into the bathroom and leaned his forehead against the cracked ceramic wall and started to cry.
This morning he had been happy. Amy had given up on the kilt issue and they had been getting married and he hadn't even noticed that anything was wrong.
He remembered the way she had called him a bully and the way she had been shaking and the tears that had streamed down her face when she told him she wasn't sure.
He was angry at her and he was angry at Bruce for not coming and making Amy uncertain and he was angry at his mother and he was furious at himself because he wasn't so convinced that Amy was wrong.
"It's like a train wreck," he declared softly, and he wiped his face.
Then he heard the announcement that his flight was leaving, and he left his old life.