[Fic] Untitled (David Beckham / Ryan Giggs)
Because I remember I promised someone (trishkiss_x??) that I'll write a David/Ryan.
I still am not able to make my muse work properly. I've had this fic in my head for way too long, but absolutely struggling to put it into writing :S.
This is just a light something to kick off my writing again (I hope since I've managed to finish this, I'll be able to write more :)).
This one's a bit weak, I feel, but I hope you'll still enjoy it :). As always, comments are always craved for.
Title : Untitled
Author : hiro_chan
Pairing : David Beckham / Ryan Giggs
Rating : G
Disclaimer : Not mine, not real, lie, lie, liiieeee~~!
“I have a secret to tell.”
David knew those words would get him his friends’ attention and sure enough, three pairs of eyes stared at him. The chess match halted (Gary was being a nerd and insisted on chess match than poker, God only knew why) and Paul even pulled his magazine down so he could look at David.
“What?” Gary finally asked, his fingers, still holding the chess pawn, hanged in the air.
“This is going to be, well, perhaps strange, and I - I wasn’t really sure that I should tell you, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore, so - “
“Just spill it, Dave,” Nicky said, leaning closer towards David, curiosity painted on his face.
“Okay, here goes,” he said, looking around at his friends. Paul was still staring at him, which meant good. If he could get Paul’s attention, then it sure as hell would get Gary’s and Nicky’s attention. “I think - no, I know I’m in love with Ryan.”
David held his breath in anticipation, waiting for eruption, and three pairs of eyes stared blankly at him.
After a moment of silence, Paul lifted his magazine again, and Gary slammed the pawn down in Nicky’s territory. “Check mate, mate,” he declared with a satisfied grin.
Nicky groaned in dismay. “Fuck you, Gaz. What has come over you today? Three wins in a row, goddamit, I’m done. You can look for another opponent.”
David gaped at his friends. He couldn’t believe that his secret - his secret - was treated so flippantly like this. “Um. Hello? I’m in love with Ryan? Guys?”
“Yeah, Dave, we heard you,” Nicky said, still glaring at Gary who was grinning in satisfaction. Then he looked at David. “But what’s new? I mean, everyone is in love with Ryan. We are too,” he shrugged.
Gary chuckled at that. “So it’s not really a secret after all.”
David wasn’t sure what to do - shocked at Nicky’s revelation or kicked Gary for laughing at him. “You are too? What? You too, Paul?”
“That means, yes, he does,” Nicky supplied helpfully when Paul didn’t make any sound at all.
“I can’t believe it!” David said, aghast. “I mean - I’ve never noticed!”
“Well, cheers, mate,” Gary said, lifting his Coke can. “Welcome to the club. Ryan Giggs’ Appreciation Society,” he snickered, nearly choking on his coke. Nicky hit him with a tissue box.
“I mean, I love -love- him,” David said, frustrated. “Not in a ‘Oh I love his footballing skills’ or ‘oh I love his handsome face’ or ‘oh, he’s the most gorgeous man on earth’. No! I love him. I mean, those other things count, obviously, but it’s deeper than that!”
Gary raised his brows. “What? Love him as in you want to hold him, and kiss him and doing you know what with him? Love him like you love a girl?”
“That’s a bit too much information, Gaz,” Paul said from behind the magazine.
David felt his cheek burning. “I can’t believe you guys are making fun of me,” he said harshly. “I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
He stood up abruptly and walked away, slamming the door on his way out.
There was silence following David’s outburst, and Paul lowered his magazine to stare expectantly at Gary, and after a while, Nicky did too, and Gary - feeling their gaze crawling on the back of his head - turned his attention from the door to them.
“What?”
*
“I... didn’t mean to do that. You know?”
David kept his back to him, pointedly ignoring his presence. The cold wind blew against them and Gary shivered against the cold, wishing his sweater was thicker than this. David didn’t wear sweater and Gary frowned.
“Why aren’t you wearing any sweater? It’s fucking cold here!”
David ignored him still.
“You can get sick if you stay here too long, you know? The Gaffer will skin you if it happens. Come on! We have a match this weekend, remember? Remember?”
David rolled his eyes. He wondered whether the time would come when finally Gary would get a hold of the art of asking forgiveness. “Fuck off, Gaz.”
A rebuttal was on the tip of Gary’s tongue, but something in David’s voice held him back and whatever he was going to say was swallowed back. “If this is about my reaction to your confession, well I - I didn’t know you were being serious. I mean, you and Ryan - who would’ve thought it is possible?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Gary knew he made a big, big mistake. David spun around and was actually glowering at him, his eyes narrowed. Gary racked his brain to remember the last time Davis was this annoyed, this upset with him, and he couldn’t really recall anything recent. Him and David got along way too good with each other.
“Not a really smooth move there, Neville,” the taller boy spat. “I should’ve known you won’t get it.”
He moved to walk away, ready to dismiss Gary as if he was only a bug (which, in David’s mind at the moment, was true - Gary really was a bug), but Gary caught sight of Nicky and Paul watching him by the far window, and he knew he’d really be in a real mess if he couldn’t make things okay with David right now - and so he threw himself at the other boy, enveloping him in a big hug.
“Fecking hell, you’re freezing!”
“Hands off,” David said curtly.
“Don’t be angry with me, Becks. I love you!” Gary blurted out and, at David’s widened eyes and shocked face, he added hastily, “I mean, not love you like you, um, love Ryan, but I do love you. In a buddy-buddy way, of course. Don’t be angry please.”
“You were making fun of me - “
“I was NOT-! It was just - er - automatic reaction. I mean, I was in a high from winning a chess match three times in a row against Nicky, I wasn’t really in the mood to be serious!”
David was itching to point out that Nicky wasn’t the brightest chess player around and he really shouldn’t be that ecstatic - but he just remembered that Gary was piss poor in chess so any win was good enough for him to feel high and mighty. He sighed, willing his anger to seep out of him.
“Okay. Am not angry at you. Let go, now.”
Gary slowly let go of the other boy, searching David’s face to make sure that he really was not that angry anymore. “So,” he said. “You want to hear what I think about this?”
“I ... guess. Any advice?”
“Just go to him and confess,” Gary said confidently.
“Well duh, that’s the idea. Any other advice?”
Gary shrugged. “I’m not the type to - what do they say? Something about the bush being beaten? - so no. It’s better to confess directly. Spare you many miserable hours plotting your way to confess.”
David couldn’t help but snicker at that. It was somehow so Gary, straightforward and straight to the point.
Gary looked at him then, a small smile on his lips. “So. Am I forgiven?”
“Well, you haven’t asked for it yet.”
Gary rolled his eyes. Becks was such a girl sometimes. “Forgive me for behaving like an ass earlier?”
David grinned at him. “You’re forgiven.”
Gary grinned back at him, relieved and somewhat, strangely giddy. “So, when will you confess?”
“I don’t need to tell you that!” David laughed.
“Oh, just so I know when I have to wear that thick old sweater that’s always doing a good job absorbing all the tears...”
David punched him on the arm and Gary chuckled, and when he glanced at the far window, Nicky and Paul were not there watching anymore.
*
If he wasn’t sure about it before, David was definitely in love with Ryan now.
He’d asked Ryan whether they could have a private time or not because he had something he really wanted to say to the older boy. Ryan looked at him, his eyes big and bright and he smiled and said, “Of course, in fact, why don’t you have dinner at my place tonight?”
David was on Ryan’s doorstep on seven o’clock sharp, feeling way too conscious of his clothing, fussing whether it was the right cloth or not. But when Ryan opened the door, clad in a homey looking sweater and well-worn jeans, David felt pretty stupid for worrying.
So David found himself sitting in Ryan’s kitchen while the Welsh stood in front of the stove, cooking (David had offered to help, but Ryan had declined), and in the warm light of the kitchen, nothing apart from playing for United’s first team had ever felt so right for David.
He blurted out the confession when Ryan was putting the pasta onto his plate, and Ryan blinked, his hand froze momentarily mid-air, the melting cheese dripping from the big spoon onto his plate. It was just a moment, and then he put the pasta onto the plate and he watched the younger boy carefully, seating himself right across David.
David could feel Ryan’s eyes on him, watching him closely, closely, and he fought the urge to close his eyes and wait for the worse. He wanted to kick himself for blurting out like that - that was really not in the plan, but it had been too much, sitting here in Ryan’s house, watching Ryan cooking, hearing his voice chattering endlessly and when he looked at him and smiled (“I don’t know whether you like this or not, Becks, I just hope you like lots and lots of cheese”), David really couldn’t help himself.
In the end, Ryan smiled and he took David’s hand in his, his thumb stroking gently in a calming manner. “I… don’t know what to say, really, Dave,” he said gently. “Thank you. I’m flattered you feel that way to me. It’s just that - “
“You don’t feel the same,” David sighed dejectedly, his worst worry finally coming true, and he tried to pull his hand but Ryan held on tight.
The older boy smiled apologetically to him. “I love you, David. But not in the same way like what you feel for me. I love you dearly like a brother, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon. I’m sorry. I really am and - “
“It’s okay, Ryan,” David cut him off, trying to smile but it came out like a grimace. “I - it’s okay. I understand. Kind of, anyway.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to - God, I hate awkward moments like this. I hope we’re still okay?”
David looked at the dark haired boy, and couldn’t find it in himself to even wish things were not okay between them - even when Ryan had rejected him, even when the pain still clawing at his heart, Ryan still mattered so damn much that the ache he felt seemed like a small matter.
“We’re okay,” he said, meeting Ryan’s eyes. “But I can’t say the same about me, though. I’ll be okay, but - but not at the moment, and I know this sound rude but I - I hope it’s okay if I skip the meal and um, take my leave.”
He pulled his hand from Ryan’s grip and this time Ryan didn’t prevent him to, and it felt like a finality to David as he felt Ryan releasing his hand, that he really had no chance to be with Ryan in a way he wanted it to be - at least not now.
He got up hastily, feeling Ryan’s eyes on him, and he was almost tempted to ask, was Ryan seeing someone right now? Was there something about him - about David - that made Ryan can’t accept him? David knew that such information, such revelation might ended up hurting him more - but he was hurting anyway and what was a little more pain to add to this?
But he caught himself in time, just before the question left his lips - because he realized that some question better left unasked, some things better left unsaid. What was the point of knowing anyway? It wouldn’t change a single thing, it wouldn’t change anything for the better.
“I’m sorry for ruining the dinner,” he said to the older boy at the door.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ryan replied gently. “Please don’t avoid me tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” he promised.
They stared at each other for a few moments then, David feeling like he really should say something more, but his brain didn’t supply him with any idea and he was left with shrugging and smiling a little at the host. “See you tomorrow,” he said, turning and jogging away from Ryan’s front door, feeling the cold night wind against his face.
Ryan watched the younger boy go, before walking back into the house and closed the door behind him. He sighed. He watched the pasta sitting untouched on the table, the melting cheese freezing fast, and he picked up the phone, automatically dialing a familiar number.
“Hey, Sharpey. Up for some leftover pasta?”
*
There was a slight scuffle before Gary’s voice answered the call with a disgruntled “This better be important.”
“I got rejected,” David replied concisely, feeling a strange pang in his heart when he said those words.
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and David heard someone calling out for Gary, distantly, and then Gary’s voice. “Becks?”
“The one and only.”
“And you got - Oh shit. Are you okay?”
David smiled at the obvious concern in Gary’s voice. “Well, I’m not feeling suicidal so far, so, yeah, I guess.”
“Why does he reject you?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied truthfully. “He didn’t say. I didn’t ask. It wasn’t important. Whatever the reason is, he doesn’t feel the same way to me.”
“Aw, Becks,” Gary groaned softly. “Sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come over? To cheer you up?”
“How?” David mumbled, the corner of his lips turned up in mild amusement. There was a distant clanging, somewhere in Gary’s end, and he frowned. “Is someone there? Am I disturbing something?”
A sigh. “It’s Scholesy. Looks like he was bored out of his mind and decided to come over and skin me with his wit for amusement. You want me to bring him over?”
David laughed at that. “Yeah, sure. I could definitely use a good laugh. And some company. I need to be distracted from this - this rejection. Ouch.”
“It’s not you, Dave,” Gary said gently, more seriously. “I mean, whatever his reason is, it’s not because you’re you and any lesser than anyone else. It’s just - perhaps because something just doesn’t click, but it’s not you as a person. So don’t start wishing yourself were any different just so he accepted you, okay?”
David smiled, melting just a little from his best friend’s words. “Okay. I know.” He laughed then. “Did we just have a girl’s talk?”
“I believe we just did,” Gary confirmed grimly. “I’ll just pack Scholesy up now, and we’ll be on your doorstep in no time at all. Then we can continue the girl talk. Or you can - you know, laugh at me while Ginger here sharpens his wits with me.”
David laughed then, feeling better and lighter than he’d been all evening. The ache didn’t completely go away though - heartbreaks are not supposed to go away easily. But at least it had receded into a dull, bearable throbbing that he knew he’d learn to live with.
Gary and Paul would definitely help.
“Looking forward to it,” he grinned to himself. “And oh, Gaz, you don’t need to bring your thick old sweater. I most definitely won’t cry on your shoulder."
~end~
Well. That feels like a chicklit o___O . Um. Coments?
I still am not able to make my muse work properly. I've had this fic in my head for way too long, but absolutely struggling to put it into writing :S.
This is just a light something to kick off my writing again (I hope since I've managed to finish this, I'll be able to write more :)).
This one's a bit weak, I feel, but I hope you'll still enjoy it :). As always, comments are always craved for.
Title : Untitled
Author : hiro_chan
Pairing : David Beckham / Ryan Giggs
Rating : G
Disclaimer : Not mine, not real, lie, lie, liiieeee~~!
“I have a secret to tell.”
David knew those words would get him his friends’ attention and sure enough, three pairs of eyes stared at him. The chess match halted (Gary was being a nerd and insisted on chess match than poker, God only knew why) and Paul even pulled his magazine down so he could look at David.
“What?” Gary finally asked, his fingers, still holding the chess pawn, hanged in the air.
“This is going to be, well, perhaps strange, and I - I wasn’t really sure that I should tell you, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore, so - “
“Just spill it, Dave,” Nicky said, leaning closer towards David, curiosity painted on his face.
“Okay, here goes,” he said, looking around at his friends. Paul was still staring at him, which meant good. If he could get Paul’s attention, then it sure as hell would get Gary’s and Nicky’s attention. “I think - no, I know I’m in love with Ryan.”
David held his breath in anticipation, waiting for eruption, and three pairs of eyes stared blankly at him.
After a moment of silence, Paul lifted his magazine again, and Gary slammed the pawn down in Nicky’s territory. “Check mate, mate,” he declared with a satisfied grin.
Nicky groaned in dismay. “Fuck you, Gaz. What has come over you today? Three wins in a row, goddamit, I’m done. You can look for another opponent.”
David gaped at his friends. He couldn’t believe that his secret - his secret - was treated so flippantly like this. “Um. Hello? I’m in love with Ryan? Guys?”
“Yeah, Dave, we heard you,” Nicky said, still glaring at Gary who was grinning in satisfaction. Then he looked at David. “But what’s new? I mean, everyone is in love with Ryan. We are too,” he shrugged.
Gary chuckled at that. “So it’s not really a secret after all.”
David wasn’t sure what to do - shocked at Nicky’s revelation or kicked Gary for laughing at him. “You are too? What? You too, Paul?”
“That means, yes, he does,” Nicky supplied helpfully when Paul didn’t make any sound at all.
“I can’t believe it!” David said, aghast. “I mean - I’ve never noticed!”
“Well, cheers, mate,” Gary said, lifting his Coke can. “Welcome to the club. Ryan Giggs’ Appreciation Society,” he snickered, nearly choking on his coke. Nicky hit him with a tissue box.
“I mean, I love -love- him,” David said, frustrated. “Not in a ‘Oh I love his footballing skills’ or ‘oh I love his handsome face’ or ‘oh, he’s the most gorgeous man on earth’. No! I love him. I mean, those other things count, obviously, but it’s deeper than that!”
Gary raised his brows. “What? Love him as in you want to hold him, and kiss him and doing you know what with him? Love him like you love a girl?”
“That’s a bit too much information, Gaz,” Paul said from behind the magazine.
David felt his cheek burning. “I can’t believe you guys are making fun of me,” he said harshly. “I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
He stood up abruptly and walked away, slamming the door on his way out.
There was silence following David’s outburst, and Paul lowered his magazine to stare expectantly at Gary, and after a while, Nicky did too, and Gary - feeling their gaze crawling on the back of his head - turned his attention from the door to them.
“What?”
*
“I... didn’t mean to do that. You know?”
David kept his back to him, pointedly ignoring his presence. The cold wind blew against them and Gary shivered against the cold, wishing his sweater was thicker than this. David didn’t wear sweater and Gary frowned.
“Why aren’t you wearing any sweater? It’s fucking cold here!”
David ignored him still.
“You can get sick if you stay here too long, you know? The Gaffer will skin you if it happens. Come on! We have a match this weekend, remember? Remember?”
David rolled his eyes. He wondered whether the time would come when finally Gary would get a hold of the art of asking forgiveness. “Fuck off, Gaz.”
A rebuttal was on the tip of Gary’s tongue, but something in David’s voice held him back and whatever he was going to say was swallowed back. “If this is about my reaction to your confession, well I - I didn’t know you were being serious. I mean, you and Ryan - who would’ve thought it is possible?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Gary knew he made a big, big mistake. David spun around and was actually glowering at him, his eyes narrowed. Gary racked his brain to remember the last time Davis was this annoyed, this upset with him, and he couldn’t really recall anything recent. Him and David got along way too good with each other.
“Not a really smooth move there, Neville,” the taller boy spat. “I should’ve known you won’t get it.”
He moved to walk away, ready to dismiss Gary as if he was only a bug (which, in David’s mind at the moment, was true - Gary really was a bug), but Gary caught sight of Nicky and Paul watching him by the far window, and he knew he’d really be in a real mess if he couldn’t make things okay with David right now - and so he threw himself at the other boy, enveloping him in a big hug.
“Fecking hell, you’re freezing!”
“Hands off,” David said curtly.
“Don’t be angry with me, Becks. I love you!” Gary blurted out and, at David’s widened eyes and shocked face, he added hastily, “I mean, not love you like you, um, love Ryan, but I do love you. In a buddy-buddy way, of course. Don’t be angry please.”
“You were making fun of me - “
“I was NOT-! It was just - er - automatic reaction. I mean, I was in a high from winning a chess match three times in a row against Nicky, I wasn’t really in the mood to be serious!”
David was itching to point out that Nicky wasn’t the brightest chess player around and he really shouldn’t be that ecstatic - but he just remembered that Gary was piss poor in chess so any win was good enough for him to feel high and mighty. He sighed, willing his anger to seep out of him.
“Okay. Am not angry at you. Let go, now.”
Gary slowly let go of the other boy, searching David’s face to make sure that he really was not that angry anymore. “So,” he said. “You want to hear what I think about this?”
“I ... guess. Any advice?”
“Just go to him and confess,” Gary said confidently.
“Well duh, that’s the idea. Any other advice?”
Gary shrugged. “I’m not the type to - what do they say? Something about the bush being beaten? - so no. It’s better to confess directly. Spare you many miserable hours plotting your way to confess.”
David couldn’t help but snicker at that. It was somehow so Gary, straightforward and straight to the point.
Gary looked at him then, a small smile on his lips. “So. Am I forgiven?”
“Well, you haven’t asked for it yet.”
Gary rolled his eyes. Becks was such a girl sometimes. “Forgive me for behaving like an ass earlier?”
David grinned at him. “You’re forgiven.”
Gary grinned back at him, relieved and somewhat, strangely giddy. “So, when will you confess?”
“I don’t need to tell you that!” David laughed.
“Oh, just so I know when I have to wear that thick old sweater that’s always doing a good job absorbing all the tears...”
David punched him on the arm and Gary chuckled, and when he glanced at the far window, Nicky and Paul were not there watching anymore.
*
If he wasn’t sure about it before, David was definitely in love with Ryan now.
He’d asked Ryan whether they could have a private time or not because he had something he really wanted to say to the older boy. Ryan looked at him, his eyes big and bright and he smiled and said, “Of course, in fact, why don’t you have dinner at my place tonight?”
David was on Ryan’s doorstep on seven o’clock sharp, feeling way too conscious of his clothing, fussing whether it was the right cloth or not. But when Ryan opened the door, clad in a homey looking sweater and well-worn jeans, David felt pretty stupid for worrying.
So David found himself sitting in Ryan’s kitchen while the Welsh stood in front of the stove, cooking (David had offered to help, but Ryan had declined), and in the warm light of the kitchen, nothing apart from playing for United’s first team had ever felt so right for David.
He blurted out the confession when Ryan was putting the pasta onto his plate, and Ryan blinked, his hand froze momentarily mid-air, the melting cheese dripping from the big spoon onto his plate. It was just a moment, and then he put the pasta onto the plate and he watched the younger boy carefully, seating himself right across David.
David could feel Ryan’s eyes on him, watching him closely, closely, and he fought the urge to close his eyes and wait for the worse. He wanted to kick himself for blurting out like that - that was really not in the plan, but it had been too much, sitting here in Ryan’s house, watching Ryan cooking, hearing his voice chattering endlessly and when he looked at him and smiled (“I don’t know whether you like this or not, Becks, I just hope you like lots and lots of cheese”), David really couldn’t help himself.
In the end, Ryan smiled and he took David’s hand in his, his thumb stroking gently in a calming manner. “I… don’t know what to say, really, Dave,” he said gently. “Thank you. I’m flattered you feel that way to me. It’s just that - “
“You don’t feel the same,” David sighed dejectedly, his worst worry finally coming true, and he tried to pull his hand but Ryan held on tight.
The older boy smiled apologetically to him. “I love you, David. But not in the same way like what you feel for me. I love you dearly like a brother, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon. I’m sorry. I really am and - “
“It’s okay, Ryan,” David cut him off, trying to smile but it came out like a grimace. “I - it’s okay. I understand. Kind of, anyway.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to - God, I hate awkward moments like this. I hope we’re still okay?”
David looked at the dark haired boy, and couldn’t find it in himself to even wish things were not okay between them - even when Ryan had rejected him, even when the pain still clawing at his heart, Ryan still mattered so damn much that the ache he felt seemed like a small matter.
“We’re okay,” he said, meeting Ryan’s eyes. “But I can’t say the same about me, though. I’ll be okay, but - but not at the moment, and I know this sound rude but I - I hope it’s okay if I skip the meal and um, take my leave.”
He pulled his hand from Ryan’s grip and this time Ryan didn’t prevent him to, and it felt like a finality to David as he felt Ryan releasing his hand, that he really had no chance to be with Ryan in a way he wanted it to be - at least not now.
He got up hastily, feeling Ryan’s eyes on him, and he was almost tempted to ask, was Ryan seeing someone right now? Was there something about him - about David - that made Ryan can’t accept him? David knew that such information, such revelation might ended up hurting him more - but he was hurting anyway and what was a little more pain to add to this?
But he caught himself in time, just before the question left his lips - because he realized that some question better left unasked, some things better left unsaid. What was the point of knowing anyway? It wouldn’t change a single thing, it wouldn’t change anything for the better.
“I’m sorry for ruining the dinner,” he said to the older boy at the door.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ryan replied gently. “Please don’t avoid me tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” he promised.
They stared at each other for a few moments then, David feeling like he really should say something more, but his brain didn’t supply him with any idea and he was left with shrugging and smiling a little at the host. “See you tomorrow,” he said, turning and jogging away from Ryan’s front door, feeling the cold night wind against his face.
Ryan watched the younger boy go, before walking back into the house and closed the door behind him. He sighed. He watched the pasta sitting untouched on the table, the melting cheese freezing fast, and he picked up the phone, automatically dialing a familiar number.
“Hey, Sharpey. Up for some leftover pasta?”
*
There was a slight scuffle before Gary’s voice answered the call with a disgruntled “This better be important.”
“I got rejected,” David replied concisely, feeling a strange pang in his heart when he said those words.
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and David heard someone calling out for Gary, distantly, and then Gary’s voice. “Becks?”
“The one and only.”
“And you got - Oh shit. Are you okay?”
David smiled at the obvious concern in Gary’s voice. “Well, I’m not feeling suicidal so far, so, yeah, I guess.”
“Why does he reject you?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied truthfully. “He didn’t say. I didn’t ask. It wasn’t important. Whatever the reason is, he doesn’t feel the same way to me.”
“Aw, Becks,” Gary groaned softly. “Sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come over? To cheer you up?”
“How?” David mumbled, the corner of his lips turned up in mild amusement. There was a distant clanging, somewhere in Gary’s end, and he frowned. “Is someone there? Am I disturbing something?”
A sigh. “It’s Scholesy. Looks like he was bored out of his mind and decided to come over and skin me with his wit for amusement. You want me to bring him over?”
David laughed at that. “Yeah, sure. I could definitely use a good laugh. And some company. I need to be distracted from this - this rejection. Ouch.”
“It’s not you, Dave,” Gary said gently, more seriously. “I mean, whatever his reason is, it’s not because you’re you and any lesser than anyone else. It’s just - perhaps because something just doesn’t click, but it’s not you as a person. So don’t start wishing yourself were any different just so he accepted you, okay?”
David smiled, melting just a little from his best friend’s words. “Okay. I know.” He laughed then. “Did we just have a girl’s talk?”
“I believe we just did,” Gary confirmed grimly. “I’ll just pack Scholesy up now, and we’ll be on your doorstep in no time at all. Then we can continue the girl talk. Or you can - you know, laugh at me while Ginger here sharpens his wits with me.”
David laughed then, feeling better and lighter than he’d been all evening. The ache didn’t completely go away though - heartbreaks are not supposed to go away easily. But at least it had receded into a dull, bearable throbbing that he knew he’d learn to live with.
Gary and Paul would definitely help.
“Looking forward to it,” he grinned to himself. “And oh, Gaz, you don’t need to bring your thick old sweater. I most definitely won’t cry on your shoulder."
~end~
Well. That feels like a chicklit o___O . Um. Coments?