Fred's POV:
Oh- how it's so wrong to lie to Wilma... but I can't help it!
This situation has my head spinning.
Wilma has been the light of my life since we started dating... but Barney's been my "bestest friend" since we were just toddlers.
Choosing one over the other might be the death of me.
I feel so selfish! I want them both.
...
I close my eyes and rest my head, envisioning Barney's beautiful hair as I run my fingers through it.
Jumping between thoughts, I see a whole scene- as if from a movie- begin playing in my brain:
I see... myself...and Wilma.
Teenagers who finally got to be alone.
...
Oh my, I look so nervous- and her too.
We're sitting on my dad's couch, my arm around her.
Her head rests comfortably on my shoulder.
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I notice little details like the thin facial hair I had, and how I was so proud of it.
Feeling like such a man, but I truly was a bumbling fool- not much has changed since then, I'm ashamed to admit.
...
The "movie" resumes, continuing in a third-person, high-angled perspective.
She scoots closer, causing my face to turn bright red and my body to twitch
It was then, she kissed me. I turned my head towards her- not knowing what to expect... our eyes locked and she planted her lips on mine... so swiftly. Like a goddess in my mind.
Some of my fears disappeared right then.
The look on my face is priceless- surprised, aroused, and terrified- all wrapped up into one.
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Another movie begins playing:
Barney and I are just kids.
He has tears in his eyes, curled up in a ball behind a big tree at the playground.
Little me sits down beside him, a concerned expression comes over my face
He holds out his arms and I hug him. His tears soak into my shirt as he sobs.
...
The other kids were being mean to him- he needed a friend.
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The movie ends abruptly and I snap back into reality
"Fred!"
"Hey, Fred?"
"Are you alright!?"
I open my eyes to see Wilma standing over me, looking very worried.
"...huh?" I groan, confused about what just happened
"Oh, Fred... you scared me half to death!"
"You were having some sort of nightmare or something... and you were crying." She tells me
Out of instinct, I touch my face and feel the wet tears that remain from my apparent crying.
"I'm sorry, Wilma..."
"I was dreamin' or something.." I apologize, truly heartbroken to have scared her like that.
She sits down across my lap and brings me into a warm embrace- planting a kiss on the tip of my nose.
"It's okay, Fred...the bad dream is over... I love you."
Another tear drips down my cheek and lands on Wilma's hand. I smile despite it, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world- being cared for by two people who matter most.
Deep within me, I hope she doesn't dump me when I confess to kissing Barney...
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"Let's hit the hay, honey.." I lift her as I stand up, then walk into our bedroom- carrying her bridal style.
"You're not hungry?" She asks, clearly surprised
"Heh-heh... no."
"Let's just snuggle for a while."
The warmth remains in my heart
"Oh Fred... you romantic little devil!"
She squeals as I plop her down onto her side of the bed
"Now, now.. don't get carried away now, dear." I tell her, not wanting to initiate anything that's too much.
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I lay down and hold onto Wilma, putting my arm around her and covering us both up. In all reality, I'm not tired at all. The goal is to comfort both of my lovers tonight. Resting before that happens is not possible.
"Goodnight, Fred..." She says, already sounding drowsy.
"Goodnight, Wilma..."