"Rival" - A Repost
After seeing Hal Sparks this weekend (and getting to meet - and hug! - him), I'm kinda in a Mikey mood tonight. So I am re-posting this short one shot from my old LJ.
Rival
I have him to myself, for the moment. But that'll change, as soon as you show up. You will; you always do. You'll sidle up to him, with your wide smile and lovesick eyes. You'll wiggle your cute little ass and stick out your tongue, and command all of his attention.
You're just a kid. And you have no idea what you're up against. But, I do. Because I know him better than anybody else does.
I've been friends with him since we were kids, younger than you. I'm the one he tells his secrets to, his hopes and dreams and even his fears. I'm the one whose bedroom window he'd climb into, late at night, seeking refuge from his bastard of a father and bitch of a mother. I'm the one he laughs with, gets high with, goes clubbing with. I'm his best friend.
And you? Well, you're a nice kid and all, but I doubt he sees you as someone who'll be a permanent fixture in his life. In fact, I know he doesn't see you that way. You're a pleasant distraction, his "stalker," somebody he can go to when he's bored and horny. I don't know what it is about you, but you've got something no one else has. You have a way of keeping his interest, at least for now.
He'll say good-bye to you soon enough. And when he does, I'll still be here. I'll always be here for him, because I care about him.
But, for now, I'll just sit back and watch as you steer him away, onto the dance floor or into a dark corner somewhere. I'll let you two have your fun. I'll look at him smiling at you and looking into your eyes and holding you, and try to ignore the sharp pang that pierces my heart.
Rival
I have him to myself, for the moment. But that'll change, as soon as you show up. You will; you always do. You'll sidle up to him, with your wide smile and lovesick eyes. You'll wiggle your cute little ass and stick out your tongue, and command all of his attention.
You're just a kid. And you have no idea what you're up against. But, I do. Because I know him better than anybody else does.
I've been friends with him since we were kids, younger than you. I'm the one he tells his secrets to, his hopes and dreams and even his fears. I'm the one whose bedroom window he'd climb into, late at night, seeking refuge from his bastard of a father and bitch of a mother. I'm the one he laughs with, gets high with, goes clubbing with. I'm his best friend.
And you? Well, you're a nice kid and all, but I doubt he sees you as someone who'll be a permanent fixture in his life. In fact, I know he doesn't see you that way. You're a pleasant distraction, his "stalker," somebody he can go to when he's bored and horny. I don't know what it is about you, but you've got something no one else has. You have a way of keeping his interest, at least for now.
He'll say good-bye to you soon enough. And when he does, I'll still be here. I'll always be here for him, because I care about him.
But, for now, I'll just sit back and watch as you steer him away, onto the dance floor or into a dark corner somewhere. I'll let you two have your fun. I'll look at him smiling at you and looking into your eyes and holding you, and try to ignore the sharp pang that pierces my heart.