I Say What I Don't Mean and Mean What I Don't Say
A Butchubbles Ficlet
By thecakehater
She said boy can I tell you a terrible thing?
-Mayday Parade
He was five and she was five.
Children, created by two scientists. The other mad while the other only slightly insane.
He was snails and she was sugar.
He created havoc and she restored peace.
He told her she was stupid while she just cried like the crybaby that she was.
He was a boy, a five year old boy. He, who believed in cooties and what not. He just couldn't let her infect him with those now could he?
She was a girl, a stupid little girl. She, whose hair smelled like apple-pie. He liked apple-pie.
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He was ten and she was ten.
Children whose powers they have lost but gained the childhood that was rightfully theirs.
He preferred video games and she preferred dress-ups.
He told her she was ugly while she just cried like she did when she was five.
He was a boy, a ten year old boy. He, who liked teasing girls with golden hair that reminds him the silk his Father often wears.
She was a girl, an ugly little girl. She, whose face resembled the princesses in videogames that he had to save. Yes, she was ugly indeed.
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He was fifteen and she was fifteen.
No longer children but not yet adults. Teenagers who preferred to enjoy life while they still can rather than to think about the unknown future.
He told her that she was worthless her but this time she didn't cry. This time, she didn't care.
She didn't need his opinion. She never even asked about his opinion in the first place.
He was a boy, for he was not yet a man, a fifteen year old boy. He, who liked to mess around with different girls every night while trying to forget about that dumb blonde who didn't care about his damn opinion.
She was a girl, a rather pretty girl. She, whose smile never reached for him. She, who he detested with all his might because she never gave him a good-night's rest because she keeps on hovering in and out of his mind.
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He was twenty-four and she was twenty-four.
They, whose lives moved forward after high school with discussing about their lives at their reunion party.
They didn't speak. He kept giving her glances while she never noticed him.
He was a man, who was a foolish boy. Foolish, very foolish he was.
She was a girl, a rather wonderful girl. The one girl that made his heart malfunction.
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He was forty-five.
Alone and lonesome, inside his shabby apartment, hangover from all that drinking the night before.
Remembering that girl with golden silk-like hair that smelled like apple-pie.
She died three years ago.
He cursed her husband's child for killing her during childbirth.
He loved her, he fucking loved her.
And now, He was the fool, who never said the truth.
She was the girl, who died without ever knowing the truth.
Remember guys that life is short no matter how long you'll live. So say whatever you have to say to your loved ones now because if you keep on saving it for later you'll never say it at all. So no matter how little that little thing that you have to say is, no matter how silly , say it. In fact, I'm going to go right now and tell my best friend that he's a jackass but I love him..