Table Opposites: Indifference
Table Opposites
Fandom: Misfits
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
5. Indifference
There are things that hurt even more than memories. Things like having him in front of her and being unable to touch him, to talk to him like a normal human being. Things like his indifference -he likes her as a friend, nothing more; he's just been with Jessica and even Kelly has more chances of being the one he's looking at.
She's frustrated, of course, she doesn't want this to be like this -she's not sure how she wants it to be, though. Maybe she'd be better if he was by her side right now, if he wasn't drinking with Nathan and listening to everything that prick says as if it was his Bible or something. She doesn't even know why she agreed to come with them -just the three of them, Nathan and Simon and herself, because Curtis was out with Nikki and Kelly had an awful cold-, only she knows perfectly well it was for him. He was going to be there, and maybe Nathan would go with some random chick and she would have Simon for herself.
Apparently, tonight was the only night girls were not interested on Nathan. What a fucking shame.
Alisha's so absorbed in her own thoughts that she doesn't see the man on time. It's difficult not to touch anyone here, of course, even more difficult because she hasn't yet renounced to wear light clothes. There's just a second, skin against skin, and suddenly the guy is trying to eat her mouth and mumbling dirty thoughts in her ear, and Alisha would kick him right now, of course, only she cannot exactly move when she's pinned against a wall. Fuck, she thinks, fuck fuck fuck. He's going to. He's going to -how ironic- fuck me. Right here, right now. And nobody cares.
Fuck, and he's licking her neck, and he's biting and his hands have her arms caught, and she wants to move or shout or cry, she wants something to happen and why the hell didn't she stay at home tonight. Why is she always so stupid, why does everything have to happen to her.
And suddenly the crowd moves, and the guy moves, too, and she's free and she can breathe and hell, doesn't it feel good. She's going to thank her savior, she swears, but she needs some air.
Someone grabs her shoulder, the one that's covered by the t-shirt. Are you okay?, he asks, and for a moment she thinks it's him, the other Simon, because he sounds concerned and caring and hers, but he's not.
Yeah, she says, and smiles at him. Yeah, I'm fine.
Fandom: Misfits
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
5. Indifference
There are things that hurt even more than memories. Things like having him in front of her and being unable to touch him, to talk to him like a normal human being. Things like his indifference -he likes her as a friend, nothing more; he's just been with Jessica and even Kelly has more chances of being the one he's looking at.
She's frustrated, of course, she doesn't want this to be like this -she's not sure how she wants it to be, though. Maybe she'd be better if he was by her side right now, if he wasn't drinking with Nathan and listening to everything that prick says as if it was his Bible or something. She doesn't even know why she agreed to come with them -just the three of them, Nathan and Simon and herself, because Curtis was out with Nikki and Kelly had an awful cold-, only she knows perfectly well it was for him. He was going to be there, and maybe Nathan would go with some random chick and she would have Simon for herself.
Apparently, tonight was the only night girls were not interested on Nathan. What a fucking shame.
Alisha's so absorbed in her own thoughts that she doesn't see the man on time. It's difficult not to touch anyone here, of course, even more difficult because she hasn't yet renounced to wear light clothes. There's just a second, skin against skin, and suddenly the guy is trying to eat her mouth and mumbling dirty thoughts in her ear, and Alisha would kick him right now, of course, only she cannot exactly move when she's pinned against a wall. Fuck, she thinks, fuck fuck fuck. He's going to. He's going to -how ironic- fuck me. Right here, right now. And nobody cares.
Fuck, and he's licking her neck, and he's biting and his hands have her arms caught, and she wants to move or shout or cry, she wants something to happen and why the hell didn't she stay at home tonight. Why is she always so stupid, why does everything have to happen to her.
And suddenly the crowd moves, and the guy moves, too, and she's free and she can breathe and hell, doesn't it feel good. She's going to thank her savior, she swears, but she needs some air.
Someone grabs her shoulder, the one that's covered by the t-shirt. Are you okay?, he asks, and for a moment she thinks it's him, the other Simon, because he sounds concerned and caring and hers, but he's not.
Yeah, she says, and smiles at him. Yeah, I'm fine.