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Someone's been filling my head with thoughts of David Beckham lately... I won't mention her name. Anyway... he's so on my mind that I just had to write a little drabble. It's a phone conversation between David Beckham and Michael Owen. Enter at own risk. LOL
David: What time you gettin' in tomorrow?
Michael: David?
David: Yeah, who else? Do you get a lot of calls from men in the middle of the night.. ‘cause I was under the impression I was sort of it.
Michael: You are. I'm sorry... It's just... I was asleep and disoriented.
David: I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that… and I’m sorry for wakin’ you. Uh… I just wanted to know what time your flight arrived tomorrow.
Michael: For what reason?
David: Because I’d like to know.
Michael: But there’s no reasoning to it… it’s not like you can drive up to the airport to give me a big wet one on the lips.
David: You sound bitter.
Michael: You have a knack for stating the obvious, Mr. Beckham.
David: Mikey… why are you… [sigh] what’s wrong?
Michael: Nothing… because nothing should disturb the mighty David Beckham and his perfect life… so to keep your life bloody perfect… nothing is wrong with me.
David: Is this about Victoria… [sigh]
David: We’ve been over this… why can’t you just let it go, Mikey?
Michael: Because she’s not good enough for you. Because up until the last few years I was perfectly content with my life of solitude and adventure and then you came along… you came along and... and those two things seemed mutually exclusive.
David: [silence]
David: Mikey...
David: [sigh]
Michael: I’m jealous as hell, David! Is that what you want to hear? That what you need to feed your ego? I hate seeing you with Victoria... and not just her. I'd hate to see you with anyone else because not only did I adore spending those few nights alone with you in Lisdon but also because I’m so un-bloody-hinged just being near you.
David: Mikey...[sigh] We can talk about this more when you get here.
Michael: I’m not going.
David: What?
Michael: You heard me.
Michael: I’ve had enough.
David: Of me?
David: Of us?
Michael: Of this.
David: Mikey, it’s late…
David: You need some sleep.
David: I’ll call you in the morning.
Michael: No. I mean it, Becks.
Michael: Forget I existed... I’m not your toy boy or your piece of ass.
David: You never were!
David: You can’t believe that’s all you are to me Mikey.
Michael: I can believe anything I damn well please!
David: All right… all right… but you’re more, you know.
Michael: More than her?
Michael: Of course not.
Michael: Tell me what it is Becks… is it that I’m a guy… is it that she has your children? Is that it?
David: Mikey
David: Why are you doing this?
Michael: Because I once was a fool who fell for a man who wanted it all. I’m not a fool anymore, David.
David: Mikey… I love you.
Michael: You love her… you're content to know that you own me. It’s not the same.
David: Mikey...
David: I love you.
Michael: [silence]
Michael: You can’t have it all… not even you can have it all, David.
David: All right… I get it. What’s this going to cost me?
Michael: Not much.
Michael: Just me.
David: Please…
Michael: Please you? I’ve done nothing but please you. But it’s not enough… I’M NOT ENOUGH!
David: ENOUGH! I’ve had it! You listen to me now… I love you… I do. For reasons we’ve discussed I cannot leave Victoria but I WILL NOT lose you either… so I’m going to be at that airport tomorrow… and if you’re not there, I’m hopping on a jet and coming to see you… and you won't like it when I show up, Mikey. God help you if you’re not here tomorrow. God help you, Mikey.
Michael: Don’t tell me what to do.
Michael: You’re not my father.
David: Don’t talk back to me!
David: Go to sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow.[silence]
David: Mikey… I love you.
Michael: [sigh]
Michael: I love you too.
Michael: See you tomorrow.
David: What time you gettin' in tomorrow?
Michael: David?
David: Yeah, who else? Do you get a lot of calls from men in the middle of the night.. ‘cause I was under the impression I was sort of it.
Michael: You are. I'm sorry... It's just... I was asleep and disoriented.
David: I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that… and I’m sorry for wakin’ you. Uh… I just wanted to know what time your flight arrived tomorrow.
Michael: For what reason?
David: Because I’d like to know.
Michael: But there’s no reasoning to it… it’s not like you can drive up to the airport to give me a big wet one on the lips.
David: You sound bitter.
Michael: You have a knack for stating the obvious, Mr. Beckham.
David: Mikey… why are you… [sigh] what’s wrong?
Michael: Nothing… because nothing should disturb the mighty David Beckham and his perfect life… so to keep your life bloody perfect… nothing is wrong with me.
David: Is this about Victoria… [sigh]
David: We’ve been over this… why can’t you just let it go, Mikey?
Michael: Because she’s not good enough for you. Because up until the last few years I was perfectly content with my life of solitude and adventure and then you came along… you came along and... and those two things seemed mutually exclusive.
David: [silence]
David: Mikey...
David: [sigh]
Michael: I’m jealous as hell, David! Is that what you want to hear? That what you need to feed your ego? I hate seeing you with Victoria... and not just her. I'd hate to see you with anyone else because not only did I adore spending those few nights alone with you in Lisdon but also because I’m so un-bloody-hinged just being near you.
David: Mikey...[sigh] We can talk about this more when you get here.
Michael: I’m not going.
David: What?
Michael: You heard me.
Michael: I’ve had enough.
David: Of me?
David: Of us?
Michael: Of this.
David: Mikey, it’s late…
David: You need some sleep.
David: I’ll call you in the morning.
Michael: No. I mean it, Becks.
Michael: Forget I existed... I’m not your toy boy or your piece of ass.
David: You never were!
David: You can’t believe that’s all you are to me Mikey.
Michael: I can believe anything I damn well please!
David: All right… all right… but you’re more, you know.
Michael: More than her?
Michael: Of course not.
Michael: Tell me what it is Becks… is it that I’m a guy… is it that she has your children? Is that it?
David: Mikey
David: Why are you doing this?
Michael: Because I once was a fool who fell for a man who wanted it all. I’m not a fool anymore, David.
David: Mikey… I love you.
Michael: You love her… you're content to know that you own me. It’s not the same.
David: Mikey...
David: I love you.
Michael: [silence]
Michael: You can’t have it all… not even you can have it all, David.
David: All right… I get it. What’s this going to cost me?
Michael: Not much.
Michael: Just me.
David: Please…
Michael: Please you? I’ve done nothing but please you. But it’s not enough… I’M NOT ENOUGH!
David: ENOUGH! I’ve had it! You listen to me now… I love you… I do. For reasons we’ve discussed I cannot leave Victoria but I WILL NOT lose you either… so I’m going to be at that airport tomorrow… and if you’re not there, I’m hopping on a jet and coming to see you… and you won't like it when I show up, Mikey. God help you if you’re not here tomorrow. God help you, Mikey.
Michael: Don’t tell me what to do.
Michael: You’re not my father.
David: Don’t talk back to me!
David: Go to sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow.[silence]
David: Mikey… I love you.
Michael: [sigh]
Michael: I love you too.
Michael: See you tomorrow.