We'd been at the reception for a good hour, and we were feeling a little tipsy. Walking in Memphis had started to play, so Mulder and I had to dance. He claimed that it was tradition. I gave in to him, and he spun me around the dance floor like a pro. I could hear all the girls sighing and wishing it were them. I knew I was lucky, and I was going to relish in this moment. It was going to be hard to go back to D.C. and be just Mulder and Scully as work partners. I really wish things could be different for us.
After the song was finished, I excused myself to the bathroom. I wanted to use the restroom and touch up my face. I had only been in the restroom for five minutes. When I came out, I saw my arch nemesis talking to My Mulder. Her name was Moriah Krochel; we all called her Speedy because she talked at an abnormally fast pace. She was Amanda's second best friend, I the first. I hated her. Speedy thought she was the most gorgeous thing. She thought every guy wanted her, and I despised her. I saw right through her pathological lies, and called her out. It was childish, but I couldn't stand her.
I stood back and watched them for a moment. Speedy had definitely turned into a beautiful, young lady, and that pissed me off. Her dress flattered her, and if we were friends, I would compliment her. We aren't friends, so I am just furious with her. I watch her joke with Mulder, and she suddenly puts her arm on him to make her point. I am fuming at this point. Mulder seems to be enjoying her company, and it drives me insane. Didn't we just talk about how much we needed each other? I thought we had made that pretty clear. I guess Mulder isn't the open book I had once thought.
I don't want to be a drama queen and ruin Amanda's reception, so I storm outside and sit by the gazebo. Her reception really was beautiful, and I felt alone. I felt sorry for myself, and I wished that I could have what Amanda has. There were certain moments when I had girlish fantasies, though not very often. I was feeling angry, so in turn, I felt lonely. I felt like I wasn't good enough for Mulder. I felt like that a lot when it came to him.
About ten minutes had passed by and I can sense Mulder's presence. I turn around and he is right there watching me. I give him my death glare and he looks taken back. "Scully, I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing out here?" He really has no idea. He steps closer to me and I back away. I realize this hurts his feelings, but I am hurt with him right now. "I saw you talking to that girl. I couldn't stand that girl in high school. She's a little tramp. I don't blame you though, she is beautiful. She's blonde with legs to her chin and she's tall. She's just your type." I say this will too much venom in my voice, but I don't really care at his point. Mulder looks a little hurt and honestly dumbfounded. "Scully, what are you talking about?" "Mulder, I saw the way you were talking to her. Your body language suggested you were interested. If you want, I can go mingle while you get to know her." I honestly would rather die than let her mingle with Mulder. She's bad news, but I don't want Mulder to be bored. I know I sound like a jealous teenager but I am too pissed off to care.
He steps closer to me, and this time I am too hurt to back off. I glance down at my feet feeling foolish, and I let him invade my personal space. "Scully, you have to know that that is not true. I don't want anything to do with her. I was just trying to be polite. I had no idea she was your enemy. I was trying to mingle and get along with people. I do it all for you. Do you think I actually want to socialize?" He is right, and I know he is only here because I asked him to be. I feel a little guilty but not too much. "Besides, you have no room to talk. I saw the way you were when your ex-boyfriend walked up. You were in a daze. It's like you wish you could start all over with him. Almost as if you wanted it to work out. Do you know how that made me feel?" He is starting to pick a fight with me now. I get defensive. "Yeah, and let's not forget how possessive you got. You pulled me so close to you I thought we would mold together." Were we really doing this? I was almost in his face, yelling at him in a low tone.
"Mulder, what are we doing?" I suddenly realize how territorial we were getting. "I don't know, Scully. What just happened?" In all honesty, I have no idea what had just become of us. "I don't know. Why is it we get so jealous?" I question him even though I know the answer. We both love each other, and the thought of another person in the equation would be a disaster. "I think we both know, Scully." He says this and puts a gentle hand to my face. I relax in his touch and close my eyes. "Scully, you are my type. I could care less about the blonde bimbos. I was so bored with her. She had no idea what I was talking about. I thought I was talking to a child." I gave him an apologetic smile and a little giggle. "She really is a child. You have no idea how hard it was to pretend to like her." It really was hard to like her. I did it for Amanda, but it drove me nuts. "Scully, I just talked to her for five minutes, and I have no idea what she said. She talked so quickly. I just nodded and hoped it wasn't a question."
I grab Mulder's hand and suggest we go back inside and start over. "I am sorry for being foolish, Mulder. I am just having a hard time looking at all of these beautiful decorations and not be envious." He looks sad and guilty. " I know. I wish that you could have this." I look at him and see a genuine smile. He really does want the best for me. " I am happy where I am at right now. My place is here with you. I don't want to be anywhere else. It would be nice to have these things, but I am right were I belong." He seems to accept this, but I know he is still thinking about it. I go up on my tip toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. He turns a bright shade of red. "Alright, Scully, let's go back inside and enjoy your best friend's wedding. I still have yet to meet her."
I realize that Mulder is right. Amanda hasn't met the love of my life. It would only be fair to show her how incredible my significant other is. Would it be right to call him that? I don't really know how else to describe Mulder. I know we will be together forever, so that term seems to fit just perfectly.
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