Feeling Electric // Gabriel Brown // Fireworks
Title: Fireworks
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Fandom: Feeling Electric
Medium: Stage musical.
Genre: General.
Characters: Gabriel and Natalie. [Could be Gabriel/Natalie if you want to see it that way. That is, if you're Aubrey. ;)]
Prompt: 100_situations prompt #17: Beach; alphabetasoup prompt: K is for Kaboom!
Word Count: 619.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: "I thought you might like some company.
Author's Notes: This was written on the 4th of July, when it made a little more sense. I just didn't get around to posting it until now. Written in 2nd person, because Gabe demanded it that way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Feeling Electric. I am not nearly that cool.
You can tell she’s there before you can even see her. It’s like you can sense her somehow. Not that you’re surprised that she’s there. She’s come down here every July 4th since she’s lived near here. She used to come with Mom and Dad, before Mom was too sick to come. Then, it was just she and Dad, until Mom got even worse and Dad needed to stay with her. For the past few years, though, she’s been coming down here all alone. Well, not exactly. You’ve been with her every year. Every time she’s been here, you’ve been with her. She hasn’t always acknowledged your presence, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t there.
This year, things are different. She’s still down here at the water’s edge by herself, but the circumstances aren’t the same. She’s not alone because Mom’s in the hospital, and Dad’s at her side. She’s alone because Dad is in the hospital, and Mom’s gone. Mom couldn’t deal with everything anymore, so she just packed up and left. Dad went crazy, as crazy as Mom had been. And Natalie hasn’t been the same since.
Despite the fact that she feels like her life is falling apart before her eyes, she can’t bring herself to break this tradition. It’s one of the few things that she still clings to from her childhood.
You walk up behind her, and she speaks without turning. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might like some company.”
“I don’t want you here,” she whispers, drawing her knees up to her chest.
“Well, you’ll just have to deal with me, anyway. I’m not going anywhere.” You sit down beside her on the beach, and mimic her posture.
A few moments pass, and the two of you stare out at the sun setting over the lake. Neither of you speak, but the tension between you is all but palpable. Eventually, she breaks the silence. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” You don’t need to look at her to know that there are tears sliding down her cheeks.
“Because you shouldn’t be alone. Because you don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m the only one left who isn’t crazy. I don’t want to go crazy.”
You slide a bit closer to her, so that your arm is just barely touching hers. “You’re not crazy.”
“I am. I’m just as fucking crazy as they are.” She sighs exasperatedly. “If I’m not a fucking nutcase, then why the hell am I talking to you?”
“Because I’m your brother. Because I care.”
“But you’re not real!” Her voice carries and echoes across the lake.
“I’m as real as you’ll let me be.”
She slowly turns her head to face you; tears flowing freely down her face. “If I admit you’re real, it means that I’m going to end up like them. I don’t want that.”
“I didn’t do this to them,” you whisper softly. You move closer, and feel her hesitate briefly. After a momentary pause, she scoots over to you, and rests her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, and press a soft kiss to the top of her head.
An explosion sounds overhead, and you both look up in time to see the projectile explode into a blossom of color. You hold her tighter, and she relaxes into you.
As you sit in silence, watching the fireworks explode overhead, you wonder if your relationship is going to change, or if you just caught her in a particularly vulnerable moment. The embers fall into the lake, and you realize that you don’t care. You’re just going to enjoy what you have now, and let tomorrow bring what it may.
X-posted to 50thousandvolts, 100_situations, alphabetasoup, and bohemian21.
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Fandom: Feeling Electric
Medium: Stage musical.
Genre: General.
Characters: Gabriel and Natalie. [Could be Gabriel/Natalie if you want to see it that way. That is, if you're Aubrey. ;)]
Prompt: 100_situations prompt #17: Beach; alphabetasoup prompt: K is for Kaboom!
Word Count: 619.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: "I thought you might like some company.
Author's Notes: This was written on the 4th of July, when it made a little more sense. I just didn't get around to posting it until now. Written in 2nd person, because Gabe demanded it that way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Feeling Electric. I am not nearly that cool.
You can tell she’s there before you can even see her. It’s like you can sense her somehow. Not that you’re surprised that she’s there. She’s come down here every July 4th since she’s lived near here. She used to come with Mom and Dad, before Mom was too sick to come. Then, it was just she and Dad, until Mom got even worse and Dad needed to stay with her. For the past few years, though, she’s been coming down here all alone. Well, not exactly. You’ve been with her every year. Every time she’s been here, you’ve been with her. She hasn’t always acknowledged your presence, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t there.
This year, things are different. She’s still down here at the water’s edge by herself, but the circumstances aren’t the same. She’s not alone because Mom’s in the hospital, and Dad’s at her side. She’s alone because Dad is in the hospital, and Mom’s gone. Mom couldn’t deal with everything anymore, so she just packed up and left. Dad went crazy, as crazy as Mom had been. And Natalie hasn’t been the same since.
Despite the fact that she feels like her life is falling apart before her eyes, she can’t bring herself to break this tradition. It’s one of the few things that she still clings to from her childhood.
You walk up behind her, and she speaks without turning. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might like some company.”
“I don’t want you here,” she whispers, drawing her knees up to her chest.
“Well, you’ll just have to deal with me, anyway. I’m not going anywhere.” You sit down beside her on the beach, and mimic her posture.
A few moments pass, and the two of you stare out at the sun setting over the lake. Neither of you speak, but the tension between you is all but palpable. Eventually, she breaks the silence. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” You don’t need to look at her to know that there are tears sliding down her cheeks.
“Because you shouldn’t be alone. Because you don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m the only one left who isn’t crazy. I don’t want to go crazy.”
You slide a bit closer to her, so that your arm is just barely touching hers. “You’re not crazy.”
“I am. I’m just as fucking crazy as they are.” She sighs exasperatedly. “If I’m not a fucking nutcase, then why the hell am I talking to you?”
“Because I’m your brother. Because I care.”
“But you’re not real!” Her voice carries and echoes across the lake.
“I’m as real as you’ll let me be.”
She slowly turns her head to face you; tears flowing freely down her face. “If I admit you’re real, it means that I’m going to end up like them. I don’t want that.”
“I didn’t do this to them,” you whisper softly. You move closer, and feel her hesitate briefly. After a momentary pause, she scoots over to you, and rests her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, and press a soft kiss to the top of her head.
An explosion sounds overhead, and you both look up in time to see the projectile explode into a blossom of color. You hold her tighter, and she relaxes into you.
As you sit in silence, watching the fireworks explode overhead, you wonder if your relationship is going to change, or if you just caught her in a particularly vulnerable moment. The embers fall into the lake, and you realize that you don’t care. You’re just going to enjoy what you have now, and let tomorrow bring what it may.
X-posted to 50thousandvolts, 100_situations, alphabetasoup, and bohemian21.