A Mark/Eduardo song fic.
Title: Miss Me.
Rating: PG~
Summary: A song fic, based on Miss Me, by the fabulous Joe Purdy.
A/N: This doesn't have a happy ending. ~sigh~. This is what I come up with when listening to my iPod. In this, Eduardo doesn't have his percentage cut, the lawsuit, etc doesn't happen, and it's a little AU but kinda follows the story line. You'll see when you read it~
Some movie star told you this ain't where it's at,
So you packed your bags and one night you headed out
“If Sean thinks we should go to California, I think we should.” Mark Zuckerberg shrugged as he and his business partner, and best friend, Eduardo Saverin, sat in Mark’s dorm room. It was Winter, and the Harvard grounds were freezing, icy and altogether not worth going outside in. They’d had a meeting with Sean Parker (who founded Napster) recently, and he thought they need to move to California, to get in on the action. TheFacebook needed to be in the limelight.
“So, let me get this straight? You’re going to California because Sean Parker thinks you should?” Eduardo asked, his eyebrows raised and his tone disbelieving. Because, of all people, Sean fucking Parker was the one who had impressed Mark? It was madness.
Mark shrugged, averting his eyes from Eduardo’s. “I think he’s right. We need to get in on the action.”
Said, these small town blues got you going insane,
gone into the city, gonna change your name
“We weren’t getting it done in Cambridge, Wardo. It’s better out here. We needed to be here.” Mark explained over the phone. The line was crackling, the static sounds making it hard for Eduardo, who was back in Cambridge, hard to hear. “And I’m changing it, by the way.”
Wardo frowned a little, pressing the phone even closer to his ear. “Changing what?”
“The name. I’ve dropped the The. It’s just Facebook, now.”
And you never look back at where you came,
swore you'll never be the same
“I think I’m going to stay over here. Missing a few more semesters won’t hurt.” Mark told Eduardo, who’d flown over to California to check up on things, as CFO, and as Mark’s best friend.
“A few more semesters?” Wardo asked, looking at Mark.
“Yeah.” And it was then that they both knew - Mark wasn’t coming back at all. He was going to stay in California. “I’ve changed, Wardo. I don’t care about Harvard anymore. I care about my company, and I have to focus on that.”
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Eduardo looks at the two unsent texts he had saved to his cell phone - he’s sitting in his dorm at Harvard, his mind on Mark, whatever he’s doing in his offices in California. He wants to ask the question - but he can’t; because he misses Mark, he misses him a lot, but Mark’s never said anything of the sort to Eduardo - so what if Wardo asks the question, and doesn’t get the reply he wants? Snapping his phone shut, Eduardo rests his head in his hands. Nothing is the same.
You're a big boy now, got your big shoes,
and you're running around with big boy blues.
Eduardo knows Mark’s grown up. He’s not the kid he was back at Harvard, who was concerned about break ups and blogging. No, he’s got bigger things to worry about, bigger fish to fry. He’s got real problems now, not college problems.
I know you don't doubt yourself anymore,
when you feel like leaving, you’ll walk out the door
Time passes, and Eduardo knows he’s got the whole business sorted. He runs an Empire now, and his workers bow to him. He doesn’t doubt anything - and he’s got everything. The doubts Mark had at the start of it all have washed away, leaving nothing a new Mark, one who’s sure, and knows exactly what he wants, and how to get it.
I bet you ain't got nothing left to learn,
it's better that way cause you never get burned
Eduardo calls Mark from time to time to see how everything’s going. They talk about Facebook, and themselves, and each other. Usually, it’s a rushed call, because Mark has to get away to some meeting or get together or promotional thing, but Eduardo’s used to it now. Mark knows everything about Facebook, now. He knows every trick of the trade, knows how people and companies and the media will try things to annoy him; but he’s learnt it all. Nothing can surprise him anymore, because he’s seen it all. No one can touch him.
You try not to think about what might have been,
cause you know this town is just sink or swim
Wardo hasn’t seen Mark in a year. He’s nearly completed his studies at Harvard, and he’s ready to face the real world now. Eduardo’s grown up too. He thinks back a lot, though he knows he shouldn’t - thinks about what might have happened. Little does he know, Mark thinks back a lot, too. He thinks all of the ‘what-ifs’ and ‘how-it-could-of-beens’. He tries not to, and succeeds on the most part, but sometimes - especially at night, when he’s lying awake, feeling more alone than he ever has in his life - he can’t help but do it.
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Sometimes, that’s all Eduardo can think about. He wonders how Mark’s life is going, Facebook aside, if he’s eating and if he’s doing okay and if he’s tired or angry or happy. Wardo tries not to wonder if he’s dating, because that sends a flare of jealousy through him that he doesn’t want to address. Wardo just wants to talk to Mark - but it’s been a long time, and they both get other people to do the talking, if it’s work related. Wardo wants to hug Mark and say ‘hey’ and tell him that he misses him. He wants too, but he can’t.
The last time I say you were waving goodbye
from the back of the plane with a tear in your eye.
Wardo always visits the last memory he had of Mark - Eduardo sitting on a plane, ready to fly back from California, and return to Cambridge. He’s sitting in the back, because it was a more than late booking, but he can see Mark, waving from the terminal. He can’t make out his features, he can’t really make out more than the fact Mark’s waving slowly, but Eduardo has to blink away tears as the engine starts to roar, and suddenly the plane is moving and he can no longer see Mark. It makes him terribly sad when he thinks about it.
Now I hear you're in love with some big city man,
and together you're making your big city plans.
Eduardo drops the glass he’s holding when he reads the news. It shatters, but Wardo can’t find it in him to care. He can’t tear his eyes away from the computer screen, his homepage a news website - and the cover, a picture of Mark, holding hands with some guy, and smiling into the camera, and it’s a smile that Eduardo hasn’t seen it three years. The story tells how Mark Zuckerberg (CEO and creator of Facebook), and Ben Barclay (Screenwriter), are getting married, and are working to make marriage between the same sex legal in California. Of course Mark has a boyfriend (Fiancée, Eduardo corrects his thoughts). It’s been three years - but it doesn’t stop Wardo feeling as though his heart’s been ripped out and stomped on. Wardo lets out a shuddering breath, wrapping his arms around himself, as if it will help hold him together. It doesn’t. It doesn’t help at all.
You hope he don't find out about who you are,
that we used to catch fireflies in mason jars.
Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about him. He wonders if Mark told Ben that they were best friends, all through High School and through the start of College. He wonders if Mark told Ben about the times he and Eduardo would sleep outside, under the oak tree up a little hill near Eduardo’s house. He wonders if Mark told Ben about the time he forced him to catch fireflies, and Mark got horribly attached to one in particular, and teared up when he let it go.
We used to go down to the county fair,
and we listened to blue grass in summer air.
Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about the time, when they were 16, and they went to the countryside with Mark’s family for the summer. Eduardo remembers it like it were yesterday; they’d walked to the county fair the little town was having. It was beautiful - it was dusk, the sky red and everyone happy. There were young girls with long dresses and men with jeans rolled up to their knees. Everyone was smiling, as the stalls and attractions began packing up. Eduardo and Mark went to a field nearby, the grass long, and the sounds of fair filtering through the air, filling their ears. They laid down, watching as the sky slowly darkened, music playing that Mark claimed to hate, but they both knew he was enjoying it. It was there that the two of them shared their first kiss; but by the morning, they acted like nothing had happened - but they were young, and scared, and stupid, and neither of them knew what they were feeling. Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about it. He hopes that he didn’t. He hopes Mark keeps that memory between them - sacred and special and more meaningful than anything Mark and Ben could ever have.
We danced all night as the rain came down,
and you held my hand as we slept on the ground
Eduardo remembers what happened when they returned home from the holiday on the countryside. They were happy, nostalgic and still high from the warm bubble the holiday had surrounded them in - they went to the Oak tree, as usual, laughing hysterically as it began to rain, and danced like lunatics for hours, smiling because nothing could touch them. They fell asleep together, their hands entwined from dancing together. Everything was perfect.
We wrote our names in the old oak wood,
I guess some things don't work out like they should.
When he and Mark had awoken, they’d laughed some more, their clothing damp from the rain, but their spirits lively as ever. They’d found a sharp rock, engraving their names into the tree - their tree. Eduardo still likes to visit it sometimes, when he goes home. He walks up the hill, his eyes searching for their names on the trunk - and he always finds it, though it’s more withered and hard to see every time he visits. Wardo wishes a lot of things - but he knows things don’t always work out, in life. That’s just the way it goes.
Rating: PG~
Summary: A song fic, based on Miss Me, by the fabulous Joe Purdy.
A/N: This doesn't have a happy ending. ~sigh~. This is what I come up with when listening to my iPod. In this, Eduardo doesn't have his percentage cut, the lawsuit, etc doesn't happen, and it's a little AU but kinda follows the story line. You'll see when you read it~
Some movie star told you this ain't where it's at,
So you packed your bags and one night you headed out
“If Sean thinks we should go to California, I think we should.” Mark Zuckerberg shrugged as he and his business partner, and best friend, Eduardo Saverin, sat in Mark’s dorm room. It was Winter, and the Harvard grounds were freezing, icy and altogether not worth going outside in. They’d had a meeting with Sean Parker (who founded Napster) recently, and he thought they need to move to California, to get in on the action. TheFacebook needed to be in the limelight.
“So, let me get this straight? You’re going to California because Sean Parker thinks you should?” Eduardo asked, his eyebrows raised and his tone disbelieving. Because, of all people, Sean fucking Parker was the one who had impressed Mark? It was madness.
Mark shrugged, averting his eyes from Eduardo’s. “I think he’s right. We need to get in on the action.”
Said, these small town blues got you going insane,
gone into the city, gonna change your name
“We weren’t getting it done in Cambridge, Wardo. It’s better out here. We needed to be here.” Mark explained over the phone. The line was crackling, the static sounds making it hard for Eduardo, who was back in Cambridge, hard to hear. “And I’m changing it, by the way.”
Wardo frowned a little, pressing the phone even closer to his ear. “Changing what?”
“The name. I’ve dropped the The. It’s just Facebook, now.”
And you never look back at where you came,
swore you'll never be the same
“I think I’m going to stay over here. Missing a few more semesters won’t hurt.” Mark told Eduardo, who’d flown over to California to check up on things, as CFO, and as Mark’s best friend.
“A few more semesters?” Wardo asked, looking at Mark.
“Yeah.” And it was then that they both knew - Mark wasn’t coming back at all. He was going to stay in California. “I’ve changed, Wardo. I don’t care about Harvard anymore. I care about my company, and I have to focus on that.”
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Eduardo looks at the two unsent texts he had saved to his cell phone - he’s sitting in his dorm at Harvard, his mind on Mark, whatever he’s doing in his offices in California. He wants to ask the question - but he can’t; because he misses Mark, he misses him a lot, but Mark’s never said anything of the sort to Eduardo - so what if Wardo asks the question, and doesn’t get the reply he wants? Snapping his phone shut, Eduardo rests his head in his hands. Nothing is the same.
You're a big boy now, got your big shoes,
and you're running around with big boy blues.
Eduardo knows Mark’s grown up. He’s not the kid he was back at Harvard, who was concerned about break ups and blogging. No, he’s got bigger things to worry about, bigger fish to fry. He’s got real problems now, not college problems.
I know you don't doubt yourself anymore,
when you feel like leaving, you’ll walk out the door
Time passes, and Eduardo knows he’s got the whole business sorted. He runs an Empire now, and his workers bow to him. He doesn’t doubt anything - and he’s got everything. The doubts Mark had at the start of it all have washed away, leaving nothing a new Mark, one who’s sure, and knows exactly what he wants, and how to get it.
I bet you ain't got nothing left to learn,
it's better that way cause you never get burned
Eduardo calls Mark from time to time to see how everything’s going. They talk about Facebook, and themselves, and each other. Usually, it’s a rushed call, because Mark has to get away to some meeting or get together or promotional thing, but Eduardo’s used to it now. Mark knows everything about Facebook, now. He knows every trick of the trade, knows how people and companies and the media will try things to annoy him; but he’s learnt it all. Nothing can surprise him anymore, because he’s seen it all. No one can touch him.
You try not to think about what might have been,
cause you know this town is just sink or swim
Wardo hasn’t seen Mark in a year. He’s nearly completed his studies at Harvard, and he’s ready to face the real world now. Eduardo’s grown up too. He thinks back a lot, though he knows he shouldn’t - thinks about what might have happened. Little does he know, Mark thinks back a lot, too. He thinks all of the ‘what-ifs’ and ‘how-it-could-of-beens’. He tries not to, and succeeds on the most part, but sometimes - especially at night, when he’s lying awake, feeling more alone than he ever has in his life - he can’t help but do it.
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
Sometimes, that’s all Eduardo can think about. He wonders how Mark’s life is going, Facebook aside, if he’s eating and if he’s doing okay and if he’s tired or angry or happy. Wardo tries not to wonder if he’s dating, because that sends a flare of jealousy through him that he doesn’t want to address. Wardo just wants to talk to Mark - but it’s been a long time, and they both get other people to do the talking, if it’s work related. Wardo wants to hug Mark and say ‘hey’ and tell him that he misses him. He wants too, but he can’t.
The last time I say you were waving goodbye
from the back of the plane with a tear in your eye.
Wardo always visits the last memory he had of Mark - Eduardo sitting on a plane, ready to fly back from California, and return to Cambridge. He’s sitting in the back, because it was a more than late booking, but he can see Mark, waving from the terminal. He can’t make out his features, he can’t really make out more than the fact Mark’s waving slowly, but Eduardo has to blink away tears as the engine starts to roar, and suddenly the plane is moving and he can no longer see Mark. It makes him terribly sad when he thinks about it.
Now I hear you're in love with some big city man,
and together you're making your big city plans.
Eduardo drops the glass he’s holding when he reads the news. It shatters, but Wardo can’t find it in him to care. He can’t tear his eyes away from the computer screen, his homepage a news website - and the cover, a picture of Mark, holding hands with some guy, and smiling into the camera, and it’s a smile that Eduardo hasn’t seen it three years. The story tells how Mark Zuckerberg (CEO and creator of Facebook), and Ben Barclay (Screenwriter), are getting married, and are working to make marriage between the same sex legal in California. Of course Mark has a boyfriend (Fiancée, Eduardo corrects his thoughts). It’s been three years - but it doesn’t stop Wardo feeling as though his heart’s been ripped out and stomped on. Wardo lets out a shuddering breath, wrapping his arms around himself, as if it will help hold him together. It doesn’t. It doesn’t help at all.
You hope he don't find out about who you are,
that we used to catch fireflies in mason jars.
Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about him. He wonders if Mark told Ben that they were best friends, all through High School and through the start of College. He wonders if Mark told Ben about the times he and Eduardo would sleep outside, under the oak tree up a little hill near Eduardo’s house. He wonders if Mark told Ben about the time he forced him to catch fireflies, and Mark got horribly attached to one in particular, and teared up when he let it go.
We used to go down to the county fair,
and we listened to blue grass in summer air.
Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about the time, when they were 16, and they went to the countryside with Mark’s family for the summer. Eduardo remembers it like it were yesterday; they’d walked to the county fair the little town was having. It was beautiful - it was dusk, the sky red and everyone happy. There were young girls with long dresses and men with jeans rolled up to their knees. Everyone was smiling, as the stalls and attractions began packing up. Eduardo and Mark went to a field nearby, the grass long, and the sounds of fair filtering through the air, filling their ears. They laid down, watching as the sky slowly darkened, music playing that Mark claimed to hate, but they both knew he was enjoying it. It was there that the two of them shared their first kiss; but by the morning, they acted like nothing had happened - but they were young, and scared, and stupid, and neither of them knew what they were feeling. Eduardo wonders if Mark told Ben about it. He hopes that he didn’t. He hopes Mark keeps that memory between them - sacred and special and more meaningful than anything Mark and Ben could ever have.
We danced all night as the rain came down,
and you held my hand as we slept on the ground
Eduardo remembers what happened when they returned home from the holiday on the countryside. They were happy, nostalgic and still high from the warm bubble the holiday had surrounded them in - they went to the Oak tree, as usual, laughing hysterically as it began to rain, and danced like lunatics for hours, smiling because nothing could touch them. They fell asleep together, their hands entwined from dancing together. Everything was perfect.
We wrote our names in the old oak wood,
I guess some things don't work out like they should.
When he and Mark had awoken, they’d laughed some more, their clothing damp from the rain, but their spirits lively as ever. They’d found a sharp rock, engraving their names into the tree - their tree. Eduardo still likes to visit it sometimes, when he goes home. He walks up the hill, his eyes searching for their names on the trunk - and he always finds it, though it’s more withered and hard to see every time he visits. Wardo wishes a lot of things - but he knows things don’t always work out, in life. That’s just the way it goes.