Challenge #24: Weekly Quick Fic #9
Title: Torn
Prompt: “All We Are” (song by Matt Nathanson)
Bonus? Yes (Missing Scene)
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original: Hideaway
Pairings (if any): Arthur/Carly (mentioned)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): No
Summary: This scene was just summarized in chapter 30 of Hideaway. Warning: Spoilers.
Arthur came back to school late on Tuesday night feeling and probably looking like hell. He had spent the last twenty-four hours in his car driving around Southern Minnesota. Once he went to the airport in the Cities and parked and watched the planes taking off. He was about thirty minutes away from working up the courage and buying a ticket to California, but he didn't know what he would have done once he got there, or even what he would have said to Carly, so he chickened out and drove back to St Peter.
And in the end the words won't matter
'Cause in the end nothing stays the same
And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain
-Matt Nathanson, All We Are
At noon the next day, Arthur had found himself parked alongside the freeway up near the Twin Cities and alongside the airport. He didn't know why he had driven there. He hadn't made a conscious decision to drive to the airport, but there he was, watching the planes take off just over his car.
It was loud each time one passed over, but the sound of the engines roaring above him helped drown out his tangled thoughts. And each time one flew off into the blue expanse and then it was quiet again, he thought about Carly, and how he missed her so badly he could feel it from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet. But at the same time, his heart was torn. In his chest he felt hurt from missing her, and the pain of her betrayal cut him like a knife. He wanted so badly to find a parking spot, go inside, and buy a ticket to California, but for some reason, he couldn't move from his seat. All he could do is stare at the no parking signs along the road and listen to the planes overhead.
He didn't know how long he sat there, unmoving, but he finally shook his head, trying to shake himself out of whatever kind of zone he had fallen into, and then turned on the radio. It was, of course, his song, still playing, as if on repeat on every radio station in Minnesota. He didn't know how to feel about it. Yes, it was exciting that he was on the radio, but at the same time, no one knew it was him. Well, no one except Carly. And he couldn't even make himself call her.
When the song ended, he turned the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. He couldn't go. His heart still hurt like hell, and he didn't know what he'd do once he got there. So he drove away from the frontage road and back on the freeway toward St Peter.
Prompt: “All We Are” (song by Matt Nathanson)
Bonus? Yes (Missing Scene)
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original: Hideaway
Pairings (if any): Arthur/Carly (mentioned)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): No
Summary: This scene was just summarized in chapter 30 of Hideaway. Warning: Spoilers.
Arthur came back to school late on Tuesday night feeling and probably looking like hell. He had spent the last twenty-four hours in his car driving around Southern Minnesota. Once he went to the airport in the Cities and parked and watched the planes taking off. He was about thirty minutes away from working up the courage and buying a ticket to California, but he didn't know what he would have done once he got there, or even what he would have said to Carly, so he chickened out and drove back to St Peter.
And in the end the words won't matter
'Cause in the end nothing stays the same
And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain
-Matt Nathanson, All We Are
At noon the next day, Arthur had found himself parked alongside the freeway up near the Twin Cities and alongside the airport. He didn't know why he had driven there. He hadn't made a conscious decision to drive to the airport, but there he was, watching the planes take off just over his car.
It was loud each time one passed over, but the sound of the engines roaring above him helped drown out his tangled thoughts. And each time one flew off into the blue expanse and then it was quiet again, he thought about Carly, and how he missed her so badly he could feel it from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet. But at the same time, his heart was torn. In his chest he felt hurt from missing her, and the pain of her betrayal cut him like a knife. He wanted so badly to find a parking spot, go inside, and buy a ticket to California, but for some reason, he couldn't move from his seat. All he could do is stare at the no parking signs along the road and listen to the planes overhead.
He didn't know how long he sat there, unmoving, but he finally shook his head, trying to shake himself out of whatever kind of zone he had fallen into, and then turned on the radio. It was, of course, his song, still playing, as if on repeat on every radio station in Minnesota. He didn't know how to feel about it. Yes, it was exciting that he was on the radio, but at the same time, no one knew it was him. Well, no one except Carly. And he couldn't even make himself call her.
When the song ended, he turned the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. He couldn't go. His heart still hurt like hell, and he didn't know what he'd do once he got there. So he drove away from the frontage road and back on the freeway toward St Peter.