Remember to Forget
Title: Remember to Forget
Fandom/Verse:BTOF
Characters/Pairings:Ryder, Callie, implied Dodger/Ryder
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It all belongs to vylentcrymz &I.
Note:So much to explain but, I'll probably end up doing a summary of these guys if I ever fic them again. This should be pretty easy to follow, though.
Sometimes he feels like he's living in an Ellis novel. There's a seemingly endless string of signings and parties, dinners with Leo and Kate and everyone in between. The girls are slightly less famous, but as easy as ever, even if his tastes have changed. A few years back he told Lindsey about his preference for girls that looked they stepped of a runway, even though what he really wanted was a bleached blonde angel who took far too much care to hide her dark roots and an even darker past, but none of that matters now. He has to get as far away from her as he possibly can.
They're all gorgeous, dark and exotic; alluring with curves that more often than not come from their friendly neighborhood plastic surgeon. They really are plastic, manufactured in more ways than one, but they walk the walk, talk the talk, and fill otherwise silent nights with moans and groans that do their part to keep the muses at bay, or even better, the ghost of her voice out of his ears.
It happens on a night just like any other. He finishes up yet another signing, his voice surprisingly calm as he reads the whole fucked up soap opera aloud to groups of college kids, washed up beatniks, and swoony blondes who lean in just a little too closely, their eyes shut tight as they pretend to comprehend every last word. A redhead approaches him when it's all over, but he just offers her a coy smile and a shrug before heading out into the crisp October night. When his cell phone rings, he picks it up without checking the caller ID, expecting his agent, or even worse, his father but hears a different voice entirely.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to her?"
The voice is hauntingly familiar. Almost three years of college classes have to count for something, but he won't let himself believe it's really her. She's dead to him, just like the other girl he left behind for her to deal with. He's on his own now, and everything is annoyingly perfect, so much so that he's beginning to wonder if there's something to be said about being careful with what you wish for.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you honestly think that book wouldn't hurt her feelings!?"
"Look, I don't know who you are but-"
"You're a shitty liar, Mackenzie. The book is the both of you and you know it."
"Callie, I-" The name falls from his lips before he can stop himself, and memories, flashes of everyone he left behind race through his brain at full speed. He wants to ask her about anything, everything, if her best friend is okay. If she read the dedication or-
"You know what? Forget it. She's better off without you."
The line goes dead before he can protest, and he simply stares at the receiver before snapping the phone shut and shoving it in his back pocket.
He finds the redhead and she makes it hurt just a little bit less. She doesn't even make a fuss when the name that falls from his lips is anything but her own.
Fandom/Verse:BTOF
Characters/Pairings:Ryder, Callie, implied Dodger/Ryder
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It all belongs to vylentcrymz &I.
Note:So much to explain but, I'll probably end up doing a summary of these guys if I ever fic them again. This should be pretty easy to follow, though.
Sometimes he feels like he's living in an Ellis novel. There's a seemingly endless string of signings and parties, dinners with Leo and Kate and everyone in between. The girls are slightly less famous, but as easy as ever, even if his tastes have changed. A few years back he told Lindsey about his preference for girls that looked they stepped of a runway, even though what he really wanted was a bleached blonde angel who took far too much care to hide her dark roots and an even darker past, but none of that matters now. He has to get as far away from her as he possibly can.
They're all gorgeous, dark and exotic; alluring with curves that more often than not come from their friendly neighborhood plastic surgeon. They really are plastic, manufactured in more ways than one, but they walk the walk, talk the talk, and fill otherwise silent nights with moans and groans that do their part to keep the muses at bay, or even better, the ghost of her voice out of his ears.
It happens on a night just like any other. He finishes up yet another signing, his voice surprisingly calm as he reads the whole fucked up soap opera aloud to groups of college kids, washed up beatniks, and swoony blondes who lean in just a little too closely, their eyes shut tight as they pretend to comprehend every last word. A redhead approaches him when it's all over, but he just offers her a coy smile and a shrug before heading out into the crisp October night. When his cell phone rings, he picks it up without checking the caller ID, expecting his agent, or even worse, his father but hears a different voice entirely.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to her?"
The voice is hauntingly familiar. Almost three years of college classes have to count for something, but he won't let himself believe it's really her. She's dead to him, just like the other girl he left behind for her to deal with. He's on his own now, and everything is annoyingly perfect, so much so that he's beginning to wonder if there's something to be said about being careful with what you wish for.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you honestly think that book wouldn't hurt her feelings!?"
"Look, I don't know who you are but-"
"You're a shitty liar, Mackenzie. The book is the both of you and you know it."
"Callie, I-" The name falls from his lips before he can stop himself, and memories, flashes of everyone he left behind race through his brain at full speed. He wants to ask her about anything, everything, if her best friend is okay. If she read the dedication or-
"You know what? Forget it. She's better off without you."
The line goes dead before he can protest, and he simply stares at the receiver before snapping the phone shut and shoving it in his back pocket.
He finds the redhead and she makes it hurt just a little bit less. She doesn't even make a fuss when the name that falls from his lips is anything but her own.