One Year Six Months...
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Inspired by alexinreallife 's awesome kickass video of Anne/Steve which is set to Yellowcard's "One Year, Six Months".
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Title: One Year, Six Months
Pairing: Steve/Anne
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, angst, RPF
Summary: Set in the future, a drive home.
Disclaimer: Figment of my imagination. Steve and Anne are both real people and certainly not mine.
Steve Carell opened his car door and got in, turned the engine on and backed out of the studio lot.
Yep, that’s right. He drove himself to and from the studio in L.A., which wasn’t that far from where he lived. No limousine, he wasn’t quite prepared to act like that unless he was visiting Jon and Stephen on the Daily Show and really wanted to make Stephen angry. Ha.
He usually listened to the Oldies station. Funny, how the songs that he listened to changed from being on the popular stations to the oldies station. It was kind of ironic, kind of pathetic, and kind of sad. But what the hell, that was his life. He got famous from being kind of ironic, kind of pathetic, and kind of sad.
Steve fumbled for his seatbelt while trying to fiddle with the radio knob (yes, his car had a radio knob, not one of those fancy preset things that some newer cars had). It was on a news station and he wasn’t in the mood of news today, not with everyone getting worked up about the election results and biting at each other’s throats.
He finally got his seatbelt on and after a quick swerve to avoid a raccoon, decided not to multi-task while driving anymore, screw the radio station. He’d heard the story about how Harrison Ford got the iconic chin scar by hitting a telephone pole as a teen while putting on his seatbelt. The scar made Harrison Ford cool and kind of badass, but he wasn’t Harrison Ford. He was Steve Carell and he didn’t even want to try and guess how they’d incorporate a chin scar into Michael Scott’s character.
The radio was on something bouncy now, probably by one of those young hipster artists with skinny jeans and long hair. Someone…probably around Anne’s age, which he didn’t really want to think about right now.
Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to just listen to the song and forget about the future, about what had happened, about going home.
Sew this up with threads of reason and regret, so I will not forget, I will not forget…
Ah, damn it. It was one of those songs, angsty and sweet and young and everything that Anne was. He really wasn’t going to get over it for a long time, was he…? It reminded him of her, mostly because those time she’d been in his car she’d set the radio station to one of those stations for young people. He put up with it because he hated to think about, let alone mention their age difference, and whining about her choice of music made him feel old.
How this felt one year six months ago I know…
God, had it really been that long? He’d had fun with Date Night and they were on the sixth season of the Office now, so it had to have been over a year since they’d finished shooting Get Smart. Sometimes it felt like it had been years, but other times he’d think about Red Square (what he could remember of it) and it would feel like he’d just been working on what he could honestly call the most fun he’d had in his career.
I cannot forget, I cannot forget..
Heck, the most fun he’d had in his life.
I’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do….
This song was messing him up royally. He’d pursued movie project after movie project to get his mind off of it, and now he was driving home, alone, thinking about her and everything that he didn’t want to think about because it hurt too much to reminisce about happier times.
Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place I can share with you…
Russia had been incredible. Being away from the L.A. limelight had been good for them both; her away from the reporters wanting to know about her fraudulent ex, and for himself just being away.
I can tell that you don’t know me anymore, it’s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget.
When were they going to start filming Get Smart 2? The writers were having problems with the script, or something, and it had gotten pushed off and pushed off. He and Anne both had already signed up for it, almost immediately after the first one but it had been a while, and he didn’t know if she was even interested anymore.
He hadn't heard from her in ages. Granted he hadn't contacted her either, but...it was different. She was young and eligible, and was sure was hell not pining over him like he was over her.
Being on this road is anything but sure.
Sometimes he wished he’d gone to law school like he’d planned, or even straight into teaching high school history. He would never have met Nancy, never have met Anne…and…well…
He would have seen her on TV but it wouldn’t have meant anything. No one had any idea how hard it was to even watch TV anymore, when the Princess Diaries were always on, and there was news of her everywhere since she was among the rising stars of Hollywood.
Why don’t you rip out my heart and stamp all over it, television?!
Yeah, so maybe he was more similar to Michael Scott than people thought.
Maybe we’ll forget, I hope we don’t forget.
He still thought about it a lot, but that was probably because his marriage was getting kind of…unhappy…and he was also maybe hitting his midlife crisis. Funny that a girl 20 years younger than him would be his midlife crisis. Where in the world did that come from? Never in a million years would he or anyone that knew him have guessed that one.
Why couldn’t he had dealt with his midlife crisis by buying something ostentatious like everyone else did? A car maybe? A motorbike? Another sweet vacuum?
I’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do… Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place I can share with you…
Damn it all.
So many nights, legs tangled tight. Wrap me up in a dream with you.
For a second Steve considered turning the radio off. Or even just turning the car off. It was wrong what they had done, it was horrible, he’d been unfaithful, but he’d been in love, he’d been overwhelmed, he’d been completely smitten and christ he loved holding her. Loved her holding him.
He could hear her giggle.
Now he was just going insane.
Close off these eyes, try not to cry.
The hand-to-eye thing was a tactic that he had found really helped him keep tears at bay. He couldn’t exactly bring his hands up to his eyes right now, while driving.
So he simply didn’t even try.
All that I’ve got to pull me through is memories of you.
On the Office now the directors had told him that he had gotten really good at being upset and being head over heels recently.
Hah. If they only knew the half of it.
Memories of you…memories of you…memories of you…
At the supermarket or at the mall or whatever he always glanced at the tabloids quickly to make sure that she wasn’t on them, that there wasn’t some lucky guy she’d hooked up with. Yeah, he knew it was lame to be a movie star and peek at tabloids while waiting in line buying groceries with sunglasses on.
I’m falling into memories of you, and things we used to do. Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place that we can share.
Falling into memories of you…and things we used to do….
When he got home, Nancy asked why his eyes were red-rimmed. He told her something funny had happened on the Office set and that he had laughed really hard. She’d rolled her eyes, turned the TV back on from mute, and that had been the end of that.
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Inspired by alexinreallife 's awesome kickass video of Anne/Steve which is set to Yellowcard's "One Year, Six Months".
Enjoy.
Title: One Year, Six Months
Pairing: Steve/Anne
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, angst, RPF
Summary: Set in the future, a drive home.
Disclaimer: Figment of my imagination. Steve and Anne are both real people and certainly not mine.
Steve Carell opened his car door and got in, turned the engine on and backed out of the studio lot.
Yep, that’s right. He drove himself to and from the studio in L.A., which wasn’t that far from where he lived. No limousine, he wasn’t quite prepared to act like that unless he was visiting Jon and Stephen on the Daily Show and really wanted to make Stephen angry. Ha.
He usually listened to the Oldies station. Funny, how the songs that he listened to changed from being on the popular stations to the oldies station. It was kind of ironic, kind of pathetic, and kind of sad. But what the hell, that was his life. He got famous from being kind of ironic, kind of pathetic, and kind of sad.
Steve fumbled for his seatbelt while trying to fiddle with the radio knob (yes, his car had a radio knob, not one of those fancy preset things that some newer cars had). It was on a news station and he wasn’t in the mood of news today, not with everyone getting worked up about the election results and biting at each other’s throats.
He finally got his seatbelt on and after a quick swerve to avoid a raccoon, decided not to multi-task while driving anymore, screw the radio station. He’d heard the story about how Harrison Ford got the iconic chin scar by hitting a telephone pole as a teen while putting on his seatbelt. The scar made Harrison Ford cool and kind of badass, but he wasn’t Harrison Ford. He was Steve Carell and he didn’t even want to try and guess how they’d incorporate a chin scar into Michael Scott’s character.
The radio was on something bouncy now, probably by one of those young hipster artists with skinny jeans and long hair. Someone…probably around Anne’s age, which he didn’t really want to think about right now.
Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to just listen to the song and forget about the future, about what had happened, about going home.
Sew this up with threads of reason and regret, so I will not forget, I will not forget…
Ah, damn it. It was one of those songs, angsty and sweet and young and everything that Anne was. He really wasn’t going to get over it for a long time, was he…? It reminded him of her, mostly because those time she’d been in his car she’d set the radio station to one of those stations for young people. He put up with it because he hated to think about, let alone mention their age difference, and whining about her choice of music made him feel old.
How this felt one year six months ago I know…
God, had it really been that long? He’d had fun with Date Night and they were on the sixth season of the Office now, so it had to have been over a year since they’d finished shooting Get Smart. Sometimes it felt like it had been years, but other times he’d think about Red Square (what he could remember of it) and it would feel like he’d just been working on what he could honestly call the most fun he’d had in his career.
I cannot forget, I cannot forget..
Heck, the most fun he’d had in his life.
I’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do….
This song was messing him up royally. He’d pursued movie project after movie project to get his mind off of it, and now he was driving home, alone, thinking about her and everything that he didn’t want to think about because it hurt too much to reminisce about happier times.
Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place I can share with you…
Russia had been incredible. Being away from the L.A. limelight had been good for them both; her away from the reporters wanting to know about her fraudulent ex, and for himself just being away.
I can tell that you don’t know me anymore, it’s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget.
When were they going to start filming Get Smart 2? The writers were having problems with the script, or something, and it had gotten pushed off and pushed off. He and Anne both had already signed up for it, almost immediately after the first one but it had been a while, and he didn’t know if she was even interested anymore.
He hadn't heard from her in ages. Granted he hadn't contacted her either, but...it was different. She was young and eligible, and was sure was hell not pining over him like he was over her.
Being on this road is anything but sure.
Sometimes he wished he’d gone to law school like he’d planned, or even straight into teaching high school history. He would never have met Nancy, never have met Anne…and…well…
He would have seen her on TV but it wouldn’t have meant anything. No one had any idea how hard it was to even watch TV anymore, when the Princess Diaries were always on, and there was news of her everywhere since she was among the rising stars of Hollywood.
Why don’t you rip out my heart and stamp all over it, television?!
Yeah, so maybe he was more similar to Michael Scott than people thought.
Maybe we’ll forget, I hope we don’t forget.
He still thought about it a lot, but that was probably because his marriage was getting kind of…unhappy…and he was also maybe hitting his midlife crisis. Funny that a girl 20 years younger than him would be his midlife crisis. Where in the world did that come from? Never in a million years would he or anyone that knew him have guessed that one.
Why couldn’t he had dealt with his midlife crisis by buying something ostentatious like everyone else did? A car maybe? A motorbike? Another sweet vacuum?
I’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do… Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place I can share with you…
Damn it all.
So many nights, legs tangled tight. Wrap me up in a dream with you.
For a second Steve considered turning the radio off. Or even just turning the car off. It was wrong what they had done, it was horrible, he’d been unfaithful, but he’d been in love, he’d been overwhelmed, he’d been completely smitten and christ he loved holding her. Loved her holding him.
He could hear her giggle.
Now he was just going insane.
Close off these eyes, try not to cry.
The hand-to-eye thing was a tactic that he had found really helped him keep tears at bay. He couldn’t exactly bring his hands up to his eyes right now, while driving.
So he simply didn’t even try.
All that I’ve got to pull me through is memories of you.
On the Office now the directors had told him that he had gotten really good at being upset and being head over heels recently.
Hah. If they only knew the half of it.
Memories of you…memories of you…memories of you…
At the supermarket or at the mall or whatever he always glanced at the tabloids quickly to make sure that she wasn’t on them, that there wasn’t some lucky guy she’d hooked up with. Yeah, he knew it was lame to be a movie star and peek at tabloids while waiting in line buying groceries with sunglasses on.
I’m falling into memories of you, and things we used to do. Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere, a place that we can share.
Falling into memories of you…and things we used to do….
When he got home, Nancy asked why his eyes were red-rimmed. He told her something funny had happened on the Office set and that he had laughed really hard. She’d rolled her eyes, turned the TV back on from mute, and that had been the end of that.
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