Fic: "Here you dreamt you were an architect" (Veronica) PG
Title: "Here you dreamt you were an architect"
Author: apestaartje
Pairing/Character: Veronica (and others)
Word Count: Word says 1048
Rating: PG
Summary: Different dreams Veronica or others had.
Spoilers: Unless you don't know who died in the season finale you're good.
Warnings: mentions of death.
Notes: The title is taken from the The Decemberists song "Here I dreamt I was an architect". Written for the vm_have_a_day challenge and my challenge was
I hope it's allowed to do more than one fic for your challenge.
You remember when you seven there was a boy who claimed he could fly.
“I dreamt I could fly”, he said.
He’d seen Superman over the weekend and he went around telling everyone that he too could fly. You didn’t believe him but you never said anything. You didn’t know this boy.
The following day the same boy is back in school and he’s wearing a Superman Cape.
“It’s the real one”, he says. “It used to belong to Superman.”
You laugh when another girl asks what Superman’s going to do without his cape.
“That’s a stupid question.”
“You’re right”, the boy says. “It is a stupid question.”
He turns to the girl who had asked it, “Superman has different capes. He gave me this one.”
The girl seems happy with that answer but you aren’t.
“No”, you say, “It was a stupid question because Superman is a character on TV. He isn’t real. He won’t be missing his cape because he isn’t real.”
The boy looks worried for a second but then shakes his head. “You’re wrong”, he says. “Superman is real. My dad is real.” And then he walks away.
You don’t understand what he meant by that and there’s no way you’re going to run after him and ask.
Later that day the boy manages to climb on the roof of the school. He has his Superman Cape on and he jumps off, positive he’s flying. By some kind of miracle he survives with just a broken wrist but it’s the torn cape that seems to upset him more.
That boy was Logan Echolls. The girl was Madison Sinclair.
It’s years later you remember the boy’s comment again. It’s when an old Aaron Echolls movie is playing for the umpteenth time - because that’s what they do when famous people die - when you suddenly think of Logan saying those words.
You wonder if he still believed Superman was real after he broke his wrist. It took you a good five years before you even spoke two words to Logan Echolls again and now the question seems kind of pointless.
----
You’re 12 and your best friend is twirling around your bedroom with a plastic tiara on her head. He hair is long and blonde and it hangs down her back in waves.
“Don’t you ever dream you’re a princess, Veronica?” she laughs.
You don’t remember you say. You never remember dreams.
Your best friend pulls you up from your bed, takes the tiara off her own head and puts it on yours.
“There.” She says. “Feel like princess? Think you’ve dreamt that?”
You aren’t sure. You don’t think so.
“Maybe,” you say and you start twirling around your bedroom.
6 years later you still have that same plastic tiara in your bedroom. Even though you’ve moved since Lilly left it in your bedroom that day. Backup even got hold of it once but you still kept it, after all those years. You never actually put it back on again but occasionally you get it out, twirl it in your hand, and wonder if just maybe you ever did dream you were a princess.
---
You’re 16 and your life is a nightmare. You don’t remember signing up for this.
Your best friend has been killed. Your boyfriend broke up with you and his best friend - your best friend’s boyfriend - glares at you and mocks you.
You wonder why you never dream anything and you think it might be because you’re someone else’s dream. You’re someone else’s dream gone horribly wrong.
You hear about the party in French class. You know nobody actually wants you there but you think that maybe if you go people will be happy to see you and suddenly like you again. You think you’ll remember that party as a good thing.
The night before the party you dream about having a good time. It’s the first time you remember dreaming anything.
After the party you wish you hadn’t dreamt about it. After the party you wish you hadn’t gone. You feel like the whole party was a nightmare you can’t remember.
You think you probably dream about that night but your subconscious pushes it back and you never remember.
It’s two years later you find out what really happened. You can’t decide what’s worse, the never remembered nightmare or the truth.
---
It’s a month after graduation and things have started to calm down. You’ve been to three funerals in the last three weeks. That’s two more than your last highest funeral count.
You went to Aaron Echolls’ funeral. You went to make sure he was dead. You went for Lilly, you have that tiara in your pocket. You went for Logan.
You went to Woody Goodman’s funeral. You went to make sure he was dead. You went for Gia. You went for Cassidy. You went because your father could’ve died at the exact same moment.
You went to Cassidy Cassablancas’ funeral. You went to make sure he was dead but not in the way you needed to make sure for Aaron Echolls and Woody Goodman. You needed to make sure he was dead because you still couldn’t believe what had happened. You went for Mac and you went for yourself. But you also went for Cassidy because you feel he deserved it.
You’re the only one who laughs when Kendall, reading the eulogy, starts talking about Cassidy’s dreams.
--
It’s a month before you start at Hearst. Wallace, Mac and yourself are in Java hut and you’re laughing and joking like you don’t have a care in the world. You don’t have a care in the world. Your biggest worry right now is if you should have a third scoop of chocolate ice cream.
The three of you talk about Life with a capital L and what your plans are for it.
Mac wants to know what the two of you are going to major in. Wallace says he wants to keep his options open.
You laugh and say you dreamt you were an architect and who knows, you might just follow your dream.
If that doesn’t work out and you can always become a princess.
Author: apestaartje
Pairing/Character: Veronica (and others)
Word Count: Word says 1048
Rating: PG
Summary: Different dreams Veronica or others had.
Spoilers: Unless you don't know who died in the season finale you're good.
Warnings: mentions of death.
Notes: The title is taken from the The Decemberists song "Here I dreamt I was an architect". Written for the vm_have_a_day challenge and my challenge was
I hope it's allowed to do more than one fic for your challenge.
You remember when you seven there was a boy who claimed he could fly.
“I dreamt I could fly”, he said.
He’d seen Superman over the weekend and he went around telling everyone that he too could fly. You didn’t believe him but you never said anything. You didn’t know this boy.
The following day the same boy is back in school and he’s wearing a Superman Cape.
“It’s the real one”, he says. “It used to belong to Superman.”
You laugh when another girl asks what Superman’s going to do without his cape.
“That’s a stupid question.”
“You’re right”, the boy says. “It is a stupid question.”
He turns to the girl who had asked it, “Superman has different capes. He gave me this one.”
The girl seems happy with that answer but you aren’t.
“No”, you say, “It was a stupid question because Superman is a character on TV. He isn’t real. He won’t be missing his cape because he isn’t real.”
The boy looks worried for a second but then shakes his head. “You’re wrong”, he says. “Superman is real. My dad is real.” And then he walks away.
You don’t understand what he meant by that and there’s no way you’re going to run after him and ask.
Later that day the boy manages to climb on the roof of the school. He has his Superman Cape on and he jumps off, positive he’s flying. By some kind of miracle he survives with just a broken wrist but it’s the torn cape that seems to upset him more.
That boy was Logan Echolls. The girl was Madison Sinclair.
It’s years later you remember the boy’s comment again. It’s when an old Aaron Echolls movie is playing for the umpteenth time - because that’s what they do when famous people die - when you suddenly think of Logan saying those words.
You wonder if he still believed Superman was real after he broke his wrist. It took you a good five years before you even spoke two words to Logan Echolls again and now the question seems kind of pointless.
----
You’re 12 and your best friend is twirling around your bedroom with a plastic tiara on her head. He hair is long and blonde and it hangs down her back in waves.
“Don’t you ever dream you’re a princess, Veronica?” she laughs.
You don’t remember you say. You never remember dreams.
Your best friend pulls you up from your bed, takes the tiara off her own head and puts it on yours.
“There.” She says. “Feel like princess? Think you’ve dreamt that?”
You aren’t sure. You don’t think so.
“Maybe,” you say and you start twirling around your bedroom.
6 years later you still have that same plastic tiara in your bedroom. Even though you’ve moved since Lilly left it in your bedroom that day. Backup even got hold of it once but you still kept it, after all those years. You never actually put it back on again but occasionally you get it out, twirl it in your hand, and wonder if just maybe you ever did dream you were a princess.
---
You’re 16 and your life is a nightmare. You don’t remember signing up for this.
Your best friend has been killed. Your boyfriend broke up with you and his best friend - your best friend’s boyfriend - glares at you and mocks you.
You wonder why you never dream anything and you think it might be because you’re someone else’s dream. You’re someone else’s dream gone horribly wrong.
You hear about the party in French class. You know nobody actually wants you there but you think that maybe if you go people will be happy to see you and suddenly like you again. You think you’ll remember that party as a good thing.
The night before the party you dream about having a good time. It’s the first time you remember dreaming anything.
After the party you wish you hadn’t dreamt about it. After the party you wish you hadn’t gone. You feel like the whole party was a nightmare you can’t remember.
You think you probably dream about that night but your subconscious pushes it back and you never remember.
It’s two years later you find out what really happened. You can’t decide what’s worse, the never remembered nightmare or the truth.
---
It’s a month after graduation and things have started to calm down. You’ve been to three funerals in the last three weeks. That’s two more than your last highest funeral count.
You went to Aaron Echolls’ funeral. You went to make sure he was dead. You went for Lilly, you have that tiara in your pocket. You went for Logan.
You went to Woody Goodman’s funeral. You went to make sure he was dead. You went for Gia. You went for Cassidy. You went because your father could’ve died at the exact same moment.
You went to Cassidy Cassablancas’ funeral. You went to make sure he was dead but not in the way you needed to make sure for Aaron Echolls and Woody Goodman. You needed to make sure he was dead because you still couldn’t believe what had happened. You went for Mac and you went for yourself. But you also went for Cassidy because you feel he deserved it.
You’re the only one who laughs when Kendall, reading the eulogy, starts talking about Cassidy’s dreams.
--
It’s a month before you start at Hearst. Wallace, Mac and yourself are in Java hut and you’re laughing and joking like you don’t have a care in the world. You don’t have a care in the world. Your biggest worry right now is if you should have a third scoop of chocolate ice cream.
The three of you talk about Life with a capital L and what your plans are for it.
Mac wants to know what the two of you are going to major in. Wallace says he wants to keep his options open.
You laugh and say you dreamt you were an architect and who knows, you might just follow your dream.
If that doesn’t work out and you can always become a princess.