Keep It Secret
By GH
Author's Note: Wow. I actually wrote a BMW fic that doesn't involve somebody dying. Freakin Amazing. :P I have no idea where the insparation for this fic came from...blame it on pancakes and gummi worms at 3am. ;)
Keep It Secret
By GH
We are alone. It's just me and him. His intense eyes burn into mine and he places a passionate kiss on my lips. I am no stranger to these moments, nor am I resistant. He holds me and he hugs me and he tells me that he loves me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and I think of how our lives could have been if we'd just done things differently.
It was different back then, it was so simple. He was the rebel and I was the smart girl. He had no reason to talk to me unless it was through taunting and tormenting. My "boyfriend" was the only thing that linked us.
Yet over the years, he matured. The taunting and tormenting turned into shared jokes and playful teasing. I don't know when it happened, but somehow I began to look at him in a different light. His always long locks began to not seem so unruly and his crooked grin began to make my heart feel lighter. The extreme fanaticism for WWF- while screaming like a madman in the Matthews' living room- became a deep loving and talent for poetry while drinking a cappucino in a cafe.
...But I was tied down. I always had my boyfriend on my arm, my lips on his, and his eyes on mine.
What would Cory do if he knew that my eyes had strayed from himself? That they had begun to focus away from him, and onto his best friend? Onto those locks of hair and that crooked smile? Would he hate me? Would he hate me for the fact that I wished to join Shawn in that cafe? Or would he cry? Cry because he had not seen the signs and recognized my change of heart sooner?
I don't know, and I don't ever want to. Cory is precious to me. He's my best friend...but that's all he'll ever be. I knew that from the moment I first hugged Shawn...the first time we touched, I felt it. That connection that I just can't explain.
The reason I'll never tell Cory is that I can't -I WON'T- hurt him. Shawn has made a promise to me to keep it secret, as has everyone that knows about it. Cory will never find out, and we won't let him.
Why do I find my nights with Shawn to be so fulfilling? Is it the rush from getting away with something I shouldn't be doing? Why Do I do this?!?! WHY?! I'm hurting Cory, who's been nothing but loving and kind to me for as long as I've known him! what do I do?
There are headlights shining through the windows, and immediatley the TV comes on from the remote in Shawn's hand. We untangle ourselves from eachother and sit at opposite sides of the couch (Not too far away though, should my husband suspect anything). Cory walks in with his jacket and some books from the college library. He grins to Shawn and kisses me, not noticing when I pull back too soon.
He believes that Shawn was keeping me company while waiting for him. Oh, if only he knew.
If only he knew.
By GH
Author's Note: Wow. I actually wrote a BMW fic that doesn't involve somebody dying. Freakin Amazing. :P I have no idea where the insparation for this fic came from...blame it on pancakes and gummi worms at 3am. ;)
Keep It Secret
By GH
We are alone. It's just me and him. His intense eyes burn into mine and he places a passionate kiss on my lips. I am no stranger to these moments, nor am I resistant. He holds me and he hugs me and he tells me that he loves me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and I think of how our lives could have been if we'd just done things differently.
It was different back then, it was so simple. He was the rebel and I was the smart girl. He had no reason to talk to me unless it was through taunting and tormenting. My "boyfriend" was the only thing that linked us.
Yet over the years, he matured. The taunting and tormenting turned into shared jokes and playful teasing. I don't know when it happened, but somehow I began to look at him in a different light. His always long locks began to not seem so unruly and his crooked grin began to make my heart feel lighter. The extreme fanaticism for WWF- while screaming like a madman in the Matthews' living room- became a deep loving and talent for poetry while drinking a cappucino in a cafe.
...But I was tied down. I always had my boyfriend on my arm, my lips on his, and his eyes on mine.
What would Cory do if he knew that my eyes had strayed from himself? That they had begun to focus away from him, and onto his best friend? Onto those locks of hair and that crooked smile? Would he hate me? Would he hate me for the fact that I wished to join Shawn in that cafe? Or would he cry? Cry because he had not seen the signs and recognized my change of heart sooner?
I don't know, and I don't ever want to. Cory is precious to me. He's my best friend...but that's all he'll ever be. I knew that from the moment I first hugged Shawn...the first time we touched, I felt it. That connection that I just can't explain.
The reason I'll never tell Cory is that I can't -I WON'T- hurt him. Shawn has made a promise to me to keep it secret, as has everyone that knows about it. Cory will never find out, and we won't let him.
Why do I find my nights with Shawn to be so fulfilling? Is it the rush from getting away with something I shouldn't be doing? Why Do I do this?!?! WHY?! I'm hurting Cory, who's been nothing but loving and kind to me for as long as I've known him! what do I do?
There are headlights shining through the windows, and immediatley the TV comes on from the remote in Shawn's hand. We untangle ourselves from eachother and sit at opposite sides of the couch (Not too far away though, should my husband suspect anything). Cory walks in with his jacket and some books from the college library. He grins to Shawn and kisses me, not noticing when I pull back too soon.
He believes that Shawn was keeping me company while waiting for him. Oh, if only he knew.
If only he knew.