Fic: Right Tree, Wrong Boy
Title: Right Tree, Wrong Boy
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: unnamed man (mention of unnamed woman)
Rating: PG
Summary: She said to meet her at the tree...
Warning: *Written for Intersections at writerverse. Prompt: Forgotten The other half of The Wrong Tree by agirlnamedluna
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! The general plot is an idea from agirlnamedluna
He couldn't help but frown when he arrived at 'their spot' and found she wasn't there. Of course, he realized a moment later, he was early. That made it all the better, he decided, smiling to himself as his hand pressed against the bark of the tree. He would be here, waiting for her, as soon as she arrived.
There was a warm breeze rustling the leaves and he smiled, leaning back against the tree. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small stack of notes, handwritten clues and hints to lead him back here, to where he had finally told her the truth about his feelings.
As he read over the lines, he smiled, remembering each moment they had together, and falling in love with her all over again. As he reached the last slip of paper, he realized that he should have bought her flowers. With a glance at his watch, he contemplated a quick trip, but knew that if he wasn't here when she arrived, it might be taken the wrong way.
No, he would simply buy her flowers after she arrived.
Two hours later, he was now sitting at the base of the tree, wondering if her father had found out what was happening. Perhaps he had stopped her from meeting him, knowing that once they were together, the man would never see her again.
After the fourth hour, he had convinced himself that this was all some cruel trick, and she was hiding behind another tree and laughing at his foolish lovesick nature.
As the sun started to set, he finally gave up. He was angry, hurt, and just plain heartbroken. Everything had been ready for their escape in the morning, and it appeared to be a trip he was taking alone. In one final act of anger, he ripped the notes - worn almost blank as the hours passed, the ink now staining his thumbs - into smaller pieces and tossed them into the breeze.
Shoulders hunched in defeat, he returned to the path and was now glad he hadn't left to buy the flowers. He had half a thought of going by her house, to look in the windows and see that she was laughing with her father, or someone else, about the cruel joke she had arranged, but he decided against it.
Back at their tree, the pieces of torn paper started to blow away. One of the slips, writing still legible, smacked against a tree trunk not far away. The words 'my love' were now covering a note written in the same color ink, by the same hand, and tied to the tree with a bright piece of ribbon.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: unnamed man (mention of unnamed woman)
Rating: PG
Summary: She said to meet her at the tree...
Warning: *Written for Intersections at writerverse. Prompt: Forgotten The other half of The Wrong Tree by agirlnamedluna
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! The general plot is an idea from agirlnamedluna
He couldn't help but frown when he arrived at 'their spot' and found she wasn't there. Of course, he realized a moment later, he was early. That made it all the better, he decided, smiling to himself as his hand pressed against the bark of the tree. He would be here, waiting for her, as soon as she arrived.
There was a warm breeze rustling the leaves and he smiled, leaning back against the tree. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small stack of notes, handwritten clues and hints to lead him back here, to where he had finally told her the truth about his feelings.
As he read over the lines, he smiled, remembering each moment they had together, and falling in love with her all over again. As he reached the last slip of paper, he realized that he should have bought her flowers. With a glance at his watch, he contemplated a quick trip, but knew that if he wasn't here when she arrived, it might be taken the wrong way.
No, he would simply buy her flowers after she arrived.
Two hours later, he was now sitting at the base of the tree, wondering if her father had found out what was happening. Perhaps he had stopped her from meeting him, knowing that once they were together, the man would never see her again.
After the fourth hour, he had convinced himself that this was all some cruel trick, and she was hiding behind another tree and laughing at his foolish lovesick nature.
As the sun started to set, he finally gave up. He was angry, hurt, and just plain heartbroken. Everything had been ready for their escape in the morning, and it appeared to be a trip he was taking alone. In one final act of anger, he ripped the notes - worn almost blank as the hours passed, the ink now staining his thumbs - into smaller pieces and tossed them into the breeze.
Shoulders hunched in defeat, he returned to the path and was now glad he hadn't left to buy the flowers. He had half a thought of going by her house, to look in the windows and see that she was laughing with her father, or someone else, about the cruel joke she had arranged, but he decided against it.
Back at their tree, the pieces of torn paper started to blow away. One of the slips, writing still legible, smacked against a tree trunk not far away. The words 'my love' were now covering a note written in the same color ink, by the same hand, and tied to the tree with a bright piece of ribbon.