Valentines Day
DIsclaimer: Don't own, if I did little kiddies would be scarred for life... hehe
Summary: Valentines day... it sucks when you spend it alone but what happens when a special someone shows up unexpected on your doorstep? The outcomes aren't always good...
A/N: I know most people think of this as a good day... but to me it's a bad one. Well this year it wasn't as bad... heh Well on to the story!
Pink and red are the first two words that come to mind when I think of valentines day. The day were you give out paper hearts and roses. They have more meaning today. The kisses today are sweeter, have more love. The chocolate eaten in many different ways. Secert admires finally have the courage to tell their love how they feel.
But people don't see the dark side of V-day. After the day is over the paper hearts are thrown away, the roses die. The kisses are still as sweet as the day before. Chocolate give the eaters stomach aches and the secert admires were rejected. The beautiful pinks and red, put away until next year.
You ever notice that the red used on this day is the same shade as blood. The paper hearts can be ripped right down the middle. The day is so depressing to people, yet so cheery to others.
To me, it's horrible. I hate this day with a passion, could it be because I have no one? No one that loves me, that cares about me. I was left on this day, last year. The guy I loved dumped me for another man. One that can't even support himself.
Sighing slightly, I get up from my place on the kitchen counter and walk to our... my bedroom. His smell still lingers on his pillow, I haven't washed the sheets. I'm hoping he comes back, says he made a mistake. I wish he would embrace me in his strong arms and hold me forever.
I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I curse myself. I told myself I was done crying, I didn't want to feel the pain anymore. Getting up from the bed I head to the shower, grabbing a towel on my way.
Turning the hot water on, to as hot as my skin can take, I get in. The water forming little rivers, and turning me skin a slight pink color. One of the colors on this 'wonderful' day. Sighing again, I slide down the shower wall as the water runs on me. The tears come again, and I let them fall.
"Why can't I cry? He left me," I say to no one.
"Because crying doesn't suit you," someone whispers.
Turning around, I see no one. Frowning slightly, I let the tears fall again. He won't return to me, he's happy now. He wanted someone more daring, more trilling. I stay in the shower until the water is ice cold. As I'm getting out I hear the door bell ring.
Quickly tying the towel around my waist I walk over to it. Looking out the little peak hole I see him. My ex standing there, alone. I open the door and I see him flush alittle. Maybe I should have pulled on some clothes.
"What?" I ask more coldly than I wanted to.
He flinches slightly and answers with "I came to see if you were fine."
"You left me, remember. Just leave, don't linger here anymore." I whisper turning away.
"Can we talk?" he asks, pleading.
"I don't want to talk to you," I say.
"Please?"
"No?"
"Please? I'm not leaving until we talk."
"We just did now go!" I say as the tightening in my chest tightens harder.
"I'm sorry," he says looking down. "Please let me explain."
"Fine," I say sitting on the chair.
"Think you could put some clothes on?" he asks, blushing slightly.
"Sure, I'll be back." I say getting off the chair.
I walk over to our bedroom and shut the door. I sit on the bed and break down. Why is it so hard seeing him here? Why did he return after a year? I let out a body wrecking sob, and I hope he didn't hear. I get to my feet and pull on some pajamas. I look in the mirror, and shudder.
My eyes are blood-shot and hollow. No emotion in them, well besides depression. My skin pale, almost translucent. I walk out of the room and back into the living room. He's still sitting in the same place. Sighing slightly I sit next to him.
"What do you want to talk about, make it quick. I want to get back to my life," I force out.
"Look, I'm sorry for leaving you," he whispers.
"And I care?" I say harshly.
"I'm sorry, but I was scared. Dil, I love you," he says.
"Don't say it! I hate you! You think you can leave me here alone and come back a year later and say you love me? Do you really think I will take you back?" I say angry.
"No I don't, I just thought you should know."
"Look, you left me for Geeky..." I say.
Geeky was code name for Chucky in high school. He always had his nose buried in a book or doing some project. He put his whole life savings in stocks that crashed.
"I'm sorry, he was there. I was scared Dil, I never felt that way about someone before. You know me I was a player." He says waving his hands.
"I know," I whisper. "I can't trust you, what if you hurt me again?"
"I'm sorry and I promise I won't. Geeky and I broke up a month ago. I never wanted him, I just needed to take some time away. To straighten things out."
"I'm willing to try again, but I need time to trust you again," I say.
I can't resist it, I know I shouldn't say yes. I know I should throw him out, but I love him to much to. I wouldn't care if he was cheating on me as long as I had him in my arms. Well as long as I was in his arms. I just want to feel warm and loved.
"Ok," he says. "Can I show you how much I love you?"
"To soon," I say, knowing I want to have him show me.
"Ok," he says. "Can I hold you tonight? Like we used to do?"
"Yes," I whisper.
That night we laid in each others embrace. He whispers sweet things in my ears and I could help but fall in love with him again. The next few years were heaven for us. He was always around, always there to help me.
"I love you Dil," I hear next to me as I lay down in the bed next to my love.
"I love you too Phil," I say back.
I guess V-day isn't always a bad day. It was the day that I lost a love, but it was the day that I found him again. Now years later I'm happy to say, Valentines day is my favorite holiday.
~Fin~
A/N: Well that was interesting... Tell me what you think!
Review Thanks:
Spice of Life: Hehe, I made a new story! Oh yes! Well talk to you on Yahoo! Peace! Oh and you get some more of the chocolate tuna in my shoes!
Voiceless009: Cool cool! Thanks for the review, it made me smile! You get a pair of socks! hehe everyone loves socks!
A/N2: The Geeky in this story has no relation to the Geeky in WMoOC... oh does he... ::evil laugh:: you don't know! haha... this is the first story that I actually made Dil get with one of the characters of the show! Phil/Dil kinda weird... but hey I'm a weird person! so Read and Review for Lake!
DIsclaimer: Don't own, if I did little kiddies would be scarred for life... hehe
Summary: Valentines day... it sucks when you spend it alone but what happens when a special someone shows up unexpected on your doorstep? The outcomes aren't always good...
A/N: I know most people think of this as a good day... but to me it's a bad one. Well this year it wasn't as bad... heh Well on to the story!
Pink and red are the first two words that come to mind when I think of valentines day. The day were you give out paper hearts and roses. They have more meaning today. The kisses today are sweeter, have more love. The chocolate eaten in many different ways. Secert admires finally have the courage to tell their love how they feel.
But people don't see the dark side of V-day. After the day is over the paper hearts are thrown away, the roses die. The kisses are still as sweet as the day before. Chocolate give the eaters stomach aches and the secert admires were rejected. The beautiful pinks and red, put away until next year.
You ever notice that the red used on this day is the same shade as blood. The paper hearts can be ripped right down the middle. The day is so depressing to people, yet so cheery to others.
To me, it's horrible. I hate this day with a passion, could it be because I have no one? No one that loves me, that cares about me. I was left on this day, last year. The guy I loved dumped me for another man. One that can't even support himself.
Sighing slightly, I get up from my place on the kitchen counter and walk to our... my bedroom. His smell still lingers on his pillow, I haven't washed the sheets. I'm hoping he comes back, says he made a mistake. I wish he would embrace me in his strong arms and hold me forever.
I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I curse myself. I told myself I was done crying, I didn't want to feel the pain anymore. Getting up from the bed I head to the shower, grabbing a towel on my way.
Turning the hot water on, to as hot as my skin can take, I get in. The water forming little rivers, and turning me skin a slight pink color. One of the colors on this 'wonderful' day. Sighing again, I slide down the shower wall as the water runs on me. The tears come again, and I let them fall.
"Why can't I cry? He left me," I say to no one.
"Because crying doesn't suit you," someone whispers.
Turning around, I see no one. Frowning slightly, I let the tears fall again. He won't return to me, he's happy now. He wanted someone more daring, more trilling. I stay in the shower until the water is ice cold. As I'm getting out I hear the door bell ring.
Quickly tying the towel around my waist I walk over to it. Looking out the little peak hole I see him. My ex standing there, alone. I open the door and I see him flush alittle. Maybe I should have pulled on some clothes.
"What?" I ask more coldly than I wanted to.
He flinches slightly and answers with "I came to see if you were fine."
"You left me, remember. Just leave, don't linger here anymore." I whisper turning away.
"Can we talk?" he asks, pleading.
"I don't want to talk to you," I say.
"Please?"
"No?"
"Please? I'm not leaving until we talk."
"We just did now go!" I say as the tightening in my chest tightens harder.
"I'm sorry," he says looking down. "Please let me explain."
"Fine," I say sitting on the chair.
"Think you could put some clothes on?" he asks, blushing slightly.
"Sure, I'll be back." I say getting off the chair.
I walk over to our bedroom and shut the door. I sit on the bed and break down. Why is it so hard seeing him here? Why did he return after a year? I let out a body wrecking sob, and I hope he didn't hear. I get to my feet and pull on some pajamas. I look in the mirror, and shudder.
My eyes are blood-shot and hollow. No emotion in them, well besides depression. My skin pale, almost translucent. I walk out of the room and back into the living room. He's still sitting in the same place. Sighing slightly I sit next to him.
"What do you want to talk about, make it quick. I want to get back to my life," I force out.
"Look, I'm sorry for leaving you," he whispers.
"And I care?" I say harshly.
"I'm sorry, but I was scared. Dil, I love you," he says.
"Don't say it! I hate you! You think you can leave me here alone and come back a year later and say you love me? Do you really think I will take you back?" I say angry.
"No I don't, I just thought you should know."
"Look, you left me for Geeky..." I say.
Geeky was code name for Chucky in high school. He always had his nose buried in a book or doing some project. He put his whole life savings in stocks that crashed.
"I'm sorry, he was there. I was scared Dil, I never felt that way about someone before. You know me I was a player." He says waving his hands.
"I know," I whisper. "I can't trust you, what if you hurt me again?"
"I'm sorry and I promise I won't. Geeky and I broke up a month ago. I never wanted him, I just needed to take some time away. To straighten things out."
"I'm willing to try again, but I need time to trust you again," I say.
I can't resist it, I know I shouldn't say yes. I know I should throw him out, but I love him to much to. I wouldn't care if he was cheating on me as long as I had him in my arms. Well as long as I was in his arms. I just want to feel warm and loved.
"Ok," he says. "Can I show you how much I love you?"
"To soon," I say, knowing I want to have him show me.
"Ok," he says. "Can I hold you tonight? Like we used to do?"
"Yes," I whisper.
That night we laid in each others embrace. He whispers sweet things in my ears and I could help but fall in love with him again. The next few years were heaven for us. He was always around, always there to help me.
"I love you Dil," I hear next to me as I lay down in the bed next to my love.
"I love you too Phil," I say back.
I guess V-day isn't always a bad day. It was the day that I lost a love, but it was the day that I found him again. Now years later I'm happy to say, Valentines day is my favorite holiday.
~Fin~
A/N: Well that was interesting... Tell me what you think!
Review Thanks:
Spice of Life: Hehe, I made a new story! Oh yes! Well talk to you on Yahoo! Peace! Oh and you get some more of the chocolate tuna in my shoes!
Voiceless009: Cool cool! Thanks for the review, it made me smile! You get a pair of socks! hehe everyone loves socks!
A/N2: The Geeky in this story has no relation to the Geeky in WMoOC... oh does he... ::evil laugh:: you don't know! haha... this is the first story that I actually made Dil get with one of the characters of the show! Phil/Dil kinda weird... but hey I'm a weird person! so Read and Review for Lake!