Summary: Same as before.
AN: Again if you don't support the coupling and are going to be a butt about it up front don't read the fiction if you are willing to give a new pairing a try this is a fic for you.
I hear soft and delicate sighs from the figure next to me. She's been like this for a while now and I can't seem to figure out why. Maybe her boyfriend did something. I don't know whenever I ask her about them she becomes really quite and distant these days. It's the same way whenever she sees me with my boyfriend.
Not having him around could be the reason but I somehow don't think this is the case anymore. Something else is up. Ever since I can remember I've been able to easily read her mind. Unknown to her and probably the world she's the one person who makes me truly happy. I mean I know my boyfriend is trying his best that's why I over play everything.
He gives me gifts all the time like two days ago he gave me our eight-month anniversary gift. It was a donation to Green Peace worth a hundred fifty dollars. Most boyfriends would think to give their girlfriends expensive gifts like jewelry and odd trinkets of their affection. But he knew that the donation was worth more than anything. I know her boyfriend gets her little bracelets, necklaces, and rings all the time.
My mind wants to go back before we even discovered the meaning of the words boy and boyfriend. I miss the golden days when she and I were just us. From the start the two of us were inseparable. During story time or naptime in school it would take the teachers and faculty easily ten minutes to get us apart. The two of us sometimes even then quietly made our way to the other's mat and cuddled up to each other.
Years later I discovered the Internet and started a hap hazardous relationship with it. She protested the whole way but me being well stupid me failed to realize her wisdom and mistook her advice and urgings as her being jealous and trying to hold me back. A part of me actually wished this to be the case I think. I wanted her to tell me not to see him but not because it was dangerous to me but because she simply didn't want to see me with any one else.
He then came into my life. The first time we saw each other my heart fluttered it was strange I mean the only other person I had felt this for was her. Feeling these emotions for someone that wasn't her scared me. Subconsciously the whole time I kept on hoping that either one of us would mess up and give me reason to not feel what I felt any more. I wanted the chaotic feelings and mixed feelings to stop. He pushed me and in that small act I found an exit from those emotions.
With him out of the way for a while I hoped I could go back to loving only her the way she deserved to be loved. And for awhile things really were back to normal or as normal as they could be when I still hurt a bit from all the drama I experienced with him. But she seemed to want to push me away from her then. She invited him back into my life and I accepted it. All her protesting to me hurt. Why was she pushing me back to him and all those conflicting feelings?
I don't know why but I figured that it was worth a second try. I was still hurting, hating yet loving her all the while for what she had done. But I was able to hide the things I felt for her with him. I some how forced my mind to put every single emotion and feeling I felt for her into him.
He and I kept up at our romance tango. Every once in a while we experienced a bump. Once was when my parents insisted on meeting him formally. The dinner it seemed was disastrous. Maybe I was to blame partially for not making it go any smoother. I found him drunk at a party later He told me he'd never be any good but I had already invested too much into trying to put her behind me that I convinced him and myself that things would work out alright.
Later that year we kept at it. We seemed to be a perfect couple. Hell we even won a cute couples contest at the mall over the summer. It felt good for awhile being a perfect couple, lying to myself that if this was true it meant that my feelings for her had disappeared and that I could move on with my life and forget what she meant to me.
Boy was I wrong. We came back to school for our sophomore year and things went downhill drastically, I found my real father and he was insane. My adopted father was diagnosed with cancer of all things and things were getting rocky between my boyfriend and myself. He and I kept on finding problems and more problems. And he couldn't handle not being a top priority in my life.
She changed too; suddenly she wasn't content enough with just being with me. It hurt me so badly knowing that I wasn't able to make her truly happy and that I had been holding her back from truly being happy and beautiful both on the inside and outside. But what hurt the most was that she looked to guys for fulfillment and happiness. I could never give her that even if I tried.
The pain was just too much the two of us had a rocky friendship for the longest time. This time it was my turn to be truly jealous of others talking to her. But things seemed to look up the next year when she and I began talking again. It was refreshing we were both two new people but we were also at the core the same people. And she was still the lovely girl I had fallen in love with over the years.
But then I went through something that most people wouldn't think to handle alone. But I figured being seen as a strong girl and independent to a fault I couldn't let others especially not her see the pain I was carrying. For a short while I was able to hold it in and let others believe that I was okay. Well obviously I hadn't overcome anything from the incident because a boy took advantage of my weakness.
I remember her now confronting me about that. It was horrible seeing her look at me like that. She was mad and upset with me I know but there was something else like it pained her to know I didn't open up to her and let her in on what really was going on. That I hadn't asked her of all people for help in this situation, not like I would have thought of putting this all on her though. I'd never become a burden to her.
The two of us bonded again. We found strength in each other that time around instead of pulling apart from one another. This time it was easier we both had been branded school sluts for our nefarious misdeeds. That summer though was magical nothing was making our friendship bumpy. This time I hoped it would be different. I was about ready to tell her exactly how I felt.
But this one day we were at the pool the two of us stood staring at a bunch of random guys in the water. I saw him and I became semi numb. It wasn't nearly half the same numbness that I felt when I saw either her or my ex but it was enough for my hormones to get the best of me as I decided to push through with him. But because of his transgression and negative acts she wound up living with me. I felt a bit guilty for this all happening. He had finally made my biggest wish of sharing a bed with her night after night come true. But it came with the price of loosing her family and some of her self-respect. Things wound up going down hill from there and quickly. He messed up big time with her and the two seemed to be mortal enemies. I could feel jealousy coming from both parties. Each wanted to be the center of my life. It just became too much. I couldn't make either her or him happy. So I found a cheap way out.
Our secret was something that made her happy and brought us closer together in that special way. The happiness that radiated off her was enthralling. If I had more energy myself I think I would have come close to admitting all this to her. But I never got that opportunity. She cared too much for me and wound up telling mom and dad what was going on. They sent me to the hospital and I wound up in a rehab type center.
Those nights were extremely lonely. I had become used to sharing a bed with her and enjoying it as much as I could without sending her a wrong message.
I feel tremble for a minute remembering just how lonely the bed in the hospital was without her. Suddenly for a brief moment I can't control it any longer. I need to feel her to know she's still their breathing and living. I let my fingertips gently glide themselves across her delicate skin. Her body vibrates from the touch. It's oh so tantalizing with her being this close yet I can't truly tell her what I feel.
I wind up falling asleep softly barely whispering out loud, "Manny Santos I love you."
AN: Depending upon reviews I might make an actual story based upon this concept. Again coupling strange to most but if you open yourself up you might discover a good new thing.