Every Guy's Entitled To One Good Secret (1/1)
Title: Every Guy's Entitled To One Good Secret
Author: hatemetoday_xx / wakingnitemarex
Pairing: Mearl; mentions of Drookie
Rating: PG15
Verse: songchoice-verse
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Author's Notes: Er, yeah, so this came to mind while I was supposed to be sleeping last night. Written by the light of the VMAs playing on my tv. XD; I rock. Title picked out by degreesofevil. On a side note, my goal for this week is to finish the Theo fic I owe mariesg16. >.o; I faaaaail. I've owed her this fic since, like, Top 9 week or something. It's half written now, I'm just having trouble working out the ending.
Mookie hadn't slept at all that night, but, of course, the next morning when Earl asked him how he'd slept, he had answered "Just fine.". Actually, to be fair, he did manage to catch about half an hour of sleep right before it was time to wake up and head out to rehearsal.
He'd tried to sleep, really, he had, but his guilty conscience wouldn't permit him to rest. That, and his brain was running 5 miles a minute, still trying to figure out what happened. Maybe.. maybe Earl had been right about the sexual tension between himself and Drew.
Actually, after reflecting back on the past few months, Mookie can see exactly what Earl had been talking about. The more thought he gave to it, the more he realized that, as much as he hates to admit it, it wasn't going to change any time soon. It was just part of the personalities, it was part of how they fit together as friends. And, after all, what's a kiss between best friends?
Mookie remembers how he'd felt sick as soon as that thought crossed his mind. A kiss with someone other than Earl was still a kiss with someone else, best friend or not. Which brought him back to his main dilemma; how is he going to tell Earl?
He knows he has to do it, and he knows it needs to happen soon. Especially since Earl had said that he wants to tell their parents about the engagement later that evening. Earl needs to know before then, even if it means Earl changing his mind about the whole thing. Which, Mookie figured, he deserved, anyway.
He stills has no idea what he'll do if Earl calls everything off. He honestly loves him with every fibre of his being, and the thought of that made him snuggle closer to his sleeping fiancee; his, hopefully irrational, fear being that it could be for the last time.
There was one hope that the teen found himself clinging to. Earl had told him that he loved him and nothing would ever change that, and Mookie finds himself praying to God that Earl meant it.
Mookie had cried that night, wrapped in the arms of his sleeping, oblivious lover. His tiny body had trembled only slightly as he sobbed silently, praying Earl wouldn't wake up. His mind had outlasted the tears, though, and even after they had stopped flowing, he had lain awake for at least another hour before sleep finally pulled him under.
He's been putting it off all day. Not before my concert. I can't perform if he leaves me, then not until after rehearsals. I don't want him to be too distracted. But there was no procrastinating now. No, it had to be done now. He understands that the moment Earl instant messages him, asking if he was ready to go tell their parents about their good news. His hands are shaking as he types out his reply of "Um.. I.. we need to talk first. can you come here?". His finger hovers over the enter button for at least 30 seconds before he wills himself to press it. The sound of AIM alerting him to Earl's reply seems to blast in his ears compared to the too-quiet silence of his room. He looks down at his shaking hands, willing them to stop, and takes a deep breath.
There's no backing out now.
Author: hatemetoday_xx / wakingnitemarex
Pairing: Mearl; mentions of Drookie
Rating: PG15
Verse: songchoice-verse
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Author's Notes: Er, yeah, so this came to mind while I was supposed to be sleeping last night. Written by the light of the VMAs playing on my tv. XD; I rock. Title picked out by degreesofevil. On a side note, my goal for this week is to finish the Theo fic I owe mariesg16. >.o; I faaaaail. I've owed her this fic since, like, Top 9 week or something. It's half written now, I'm just having trouble working out the ending.
Mookie hadn't slept at all that night, but, of course, the next morning when Earl asked him how he'd slept, he had answered "Just fine.". Actually, to be fair, he did manage to catch about half an hour of sleep right before it was time to wake up and head out to rehearsal.
He'd tried to sleep, really, he had, but his guilty conscience wouldn't permit him to rest. That, and his brain was running 5 miles a minute, still trying to figure out what happened. Maybe.. maybe Earl had been right about the sexual tension between himself and Drew.
Actually, after reflecting back on the past few months, Mookie can see exactly what Earl had been talking about. The more thought he gave to it, the more he realized that, as much as he hates to admit it, it wasn't going to change any time soon. It was just part of the personalities, it was part of how they fit together as friends. And, after all, what's a kiss between best friends?
Mookie remembers how he'd felt sick as soon as that thought crossed his mind. A kiss with someone other than Earl was still a kiss with someone else, best friend or not. Which brought him back to his main dilemma; how is he going to tell Earl?
He knows he has to do it, and he knows it needs to happen soon. Especially since Earl had said that he wants to tell their parents about the engagement later that evening. Earl needs to know before then, even if it means Earl changing his mind about the whole thing. Which, Mookie figured, he deserved, anyway.
He stills has no idea what he'll do if Earl calls everything off. He honestly loves him with every fibre of his being, and the thought of that made him snuggle closer to his sleeping fiancee; his, hopefully irrational, fear being that it could be for the last time.
There was one hope that the teen found himself clinging to. Earl had told him that he loved him and nothing would ever change that, and Mookie finds himself praying to God that Earl meant it.
Mookie had cried that night, wrapped in the arms of his sleeping, oblivious lover. His tiny body had trembled only slightly as he sobbed silently, praying Earl wouldn't wake up. His mind had outlasted the tears, though, and even after they had stopped flowing, he had lain awake for at least another hour before sleep finally pulled him under.
He's been putting it off all day. Not before my concert. I can't perform if he leaves me, then not until after rehearsals. I don't want him to be too distracted. But there was no procrastinating now. No, it had to be done now. He understands that the moment Earl instant messages him, asking if he was ready to go tell their parents about their good news. His hands are shaking as he types out his reply of "Um.. I.. we need to talk first. can you come here?". His finger hovers over the enter button for at least 30 seconds before he wills himself to press it. The sound of AIM alerting him to Earl's reply seems to blast in his ears compared to the too-quiet silence of his room. He looks down at his shaking hands, willing them to stop, and takes a deep breath.
There's no backing out now.