One Shot- Vanilla Icing
Title Vanilla Icing (one shot)
Author dntcloseurheart aka ME!!
Pairing Vam and Missam (Missy/Bam)
Rating Psht...Iono...PG? PG-13?
Summary Ville reminising about the good ole days
Disclaimer Don't know, Dont Own...Blah Blah Blah
Here I am, sitting in this god forskaen place, watching you try on tuxedos for the wedding. You look so handsome, and under any other sort of situations, I would probably be talking to you, telling you how good you look. Hell, I'd probably even be up there with you, trying on suits for the same occasion. I'm your best man! I should be doing it!
But I'm not.
Instead, I'm sitting on a white pleather couch behind you, only pretending to listen to you as you ramble to the tailor about how happy you are with Missy; about how the ceremony is planned; where you plan to go for the honeymoon. I'm sitting here, with a plastic container full of vanilla icing and a spoon. As you keep talking and allow the tailor to take your measurments, I spoon out some of the thick goop and place it on my tounge. I slowly remove it from my mouth, trying to get all I could from the metal spoon.
Swallowing the icing, the after taste takes affect. Fake sugar. Butter. Taking a deep breath, I dive in for more. It seems to be helping my mood. Sugar does that alot lately, along with the beer and smokes.
I really don't want to be here. I don't want to have to admit that you two are really getting married. I can't help but feel jealous; why can't I be the one up there instead of her?
Becuase you didn't tell him how you feel when you had the chance. says the voice in my mind. It's right you know. So many drunken nights. So many gigs. So many video shots, so many photo locations. I had so many chances to tell you that I love you, but never dove at them.
Smiling to myself, I think back to the "And Love Said No" shot we had done. While we were in London, as the camera was rolling, I was almost drunk enough to pull you in for a kiss. Almost. But I kept my wits about me. What if you pushed me away? What if you didn't feel the same? I don't think I could have handled that kind of rejection.
Not from you.
The time you were in Finland for Ruisrock. When you came to my house before you got on theplane back to the states. We had talked for hours about everything. Why didn't I just tell you then? We were both single, and I could have acted then. But did I?
Ofcourse not.
I dip my spoon back into the white icing, preparing myself for the taste. You turn around in a black suit with a white shirt.
"How about this one?" you ask. I smile the fake smile that I've used around you and your bride to be since you told me the wonderful news. You didn't know the diffrence.
You smile in joy and turn around and speak to the tailor. I continue my attack on my icing.
She'll hurt you, just like Jenn did. And I'll be here waiting, for you to come running to me. I'll wipe your tears away, whisper words of love. Then, maybe you'll see what I don't say.
Until then, however, I'll sit here, and enjoy my vanilla icing.
Author dntcloseurheart aka ME!!
Pairing Vam and Missam (Missy/Bam)
Rating Psht...Iono...PG? PG-13?
Summary Ville reminising about the good ole days
Disclaimer Don't know, Dont Own...Blah Blah Blah
Here I am, sitting in this god forskaen place, watching you try on tuxedos for the wedding. You look so handsome, and under any other sort of situations, I would probably be talking to you, telling you how good you look. Hell, I'd probably even be up there with you, trying on suits for the same occasion. I'm your best man! I should be doing it!
But I'm not.
Instead, I'm sitting on a white pleather couch behind you, only pretending to listen to you as you ramble to the tailor about how happy you are with Missy; about how the ceremony is planned; where you plan to go for the honeymoon. I'm sitting here, with a plastic container full of vanilla icing and a spoon. As you keep talking and allow the tailor to take your measurments, I spoon out some of the thick goop and place it on my tounge. I slowly remove it from my mouth, trying to get all I could from the metal spoon.
Swallowing the icing, the after taste takes affect. Fake sugar. Butter. Taking a deep breath, I dive in for more. It seems to be helping my mood. Sugar does that alot lately, along with the beer and smokes.
I really don't want to be here. I don't want to have to admit that you two are really getting married. I can't help but feel jealous; why can't I be the one up there instead of her?
Becuase you didn't tell him how you feel when you had the chance. says the voice in my mind. It's right you know. So many drunken nights. So many gigs. So many video shots, so many photo locations. I had so many chances to tell you that I love you, but never dove at them.
Smiling to myself, I think back to the "And Love Said No" shot we had done. While we were in London, as the camera was rolling, I was almost drunk enough to pull you in for a kiss. Almost. But I kept my wits about me. What if you pushed me away? What if you didn't feel the same? I don't think I could have handled that kind of rejection.
Not from you.
The time you were in Finland for Ruisrock. When you came to my house before you got on theplane back to the states. We had talked for hours about everything. Why didn't I just tell you then? We were both single, and I could have acted then. But did I?
Ofcourse not.
I dip my spoon back into the white icing, preparing myself for the taste. You turn around in a black suit with a white shirt.
"How about this one?" you ask. I smile the fake smile that I've used around you and your bride to be since you told me the wonderful news. You didn't know the diffrence.
You smile in joy and turn around and speak to the tailor. I continue my attack on my icing.
She'll hurt you, just like Jenn did. And I'll be here waiting, for you to come running to me. I'll wipe your tears away, whisper words of love. Then, maybe you'll see what I don't say.
Until then, however, I'll sit here, and enjoy my vanilla icing.