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"Moments"Written By: Jo Disclaimer: Do not own, not my property. I merely
borrow them from time to time but I always put them back after I played
with them. Rating: PG Warnings: AU, drunkeness, tint of sap, tint of
fluff Pairings: 1+2 Summary: Written a while ago, never got around
to posting until now. Unbeta'd. Very short. "Moments"
When I was younger, life was a series of moments without consequences. Friday nights started at 5 pm on the dot, and by 2 am I was stumbling home on rubbery legs, hugging every wall like a desperate lover as I went. Most nights I couldn’t remember how I got home. Most mornings I couldn’t remember how I came to sleep face down on the bathroom floor, cold tiles waking me with searing chills, and the sounds of water dripping from the faucet pounding my head in two-two time. The moments went on like runaway horses without reins until I woke up one night and found myself splayed on the hood of a Mustang parked on someone’s driveway. Coincidentally, that someone was looking down at me as I was looking up at him. He was a faceless being hidden in the shadows and I was a drown man reaching up from under brackish water. All I saw were his eyes; swimming blue, cold with annoyance, and warm with hints of amusement. Stars behind him rained down on me like thousands of crashing lights. I think I laughed then, trying three times before picking up the end of my braid and brushing it against his nose. His startled expression was the last I saw, and when I woke up on my bathroom floor, I was convinced that he was but a dream. My head threatened to split open when the doorbell rang, righteous and indignant like church bells on a Sunday morning. I hurried and stumbled to the door holding my head with both hands, afraid I wouldn’t get there in time before it rang again. I was still wearing last night’s clothes when I found him on the other side of the door. He looked at me and smiled. My new neighbor wanted to know if I was all right. Life is still a series of moments now that I’m
older. Life would never ceased being a series of moments. Some nights,
we would lie on the hood of his Mustang and just look up at the stars.
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