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mrstotten ([personal profile] mrstotten) wrote2010-01-17 09:11 pm
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Writing Meme

Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare . The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me (as long as I know the fandom). It can be slash, gen or het. It can even be original fic. It can also be from any verse I have previously written.

[identity profile] mrstotten.livejournal.com 2010-01-23 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Don't know if it is what you were expecting, but this was what came out. Hope you like honey.

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Andrew knew in his bones that this was a bad idea, a very bad idea.

It had taken Sal more than two months to persuade him, which in itself was a miracle. It never usually took Sal long to talk him into anything. In fact almost every stupid, reckless, dangerous thing Andrew had ever done had been one of Sal’s bright ideas.

From the time they first met in Kindergarten, Andrew had followed Sal’s lead in everything. From jumping off the top of the old Elmwood oak tree, which had resulted in Andrew snapping his ankle in two different places. To the time they boosted Mrs Andersons car to take it for a road trip, resulting in Andrew being warned by the sheriff and grounded for six months, and all the crazy ideas in between Sal led and Andrew followed. Although to be fair, Sal had wanted to take his share of the blame when it came to most things, including Mrs Anderson’s car.

But as the son of the town’s drunk and resident troublemaker, Andrew knew that the Sheriff would never go as easy on Sal as he did on Andrew. Andrew was the good boy. Son of the town preacher and all around golden child, he always had a leeway that would never be afforded to Sal. So he had insisted on taking the blame.

But every time before when he had followed Sal into one reckless plan and idea after another, Andrew had never been scared, until now.

Wrapped up in Sal’s confidence, his utter belief that this time everything would be exactly how it was planned. Caught up in the excitement and adrenaline that came hand in hand with Sal. A world of daring and adventure wrapped up in warm brown eyes and a dazzling smile that could convince you of anything Andrew had followed his lead instinctively, impulsively and without fear. Every. Single. Time.

But this time? This time he was terrified, his heart was racing, his palms were sweating and his breath was catching in his throat as he prepared to go through with Sal’s latest crazy scheme.

They would have to move out of town, far earlier than either of them had planned or anticipated. They would lose their friends, their homes, their lives. His parents would never speak to him again. They would lose everything. As the fear threatened to overtake him, his nerves zinged as a warm hand fell in his shoulder.

Looking up into Sal’s twinkling brown eyes, seeing the warm happy smile spread across his face, Andrew’s nerves calmed and an answering smile appeared on his lips.

Looking into the face of the man he had loved in one way or another for almost twenty years, he knew that the rest of it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter where they lived, what they had, or even who they would still have in their lives after this was over. What mattered was they had each other, they would always have each other.

His parents loved him, they would learn to accept this, and if they didn’t? Well that was a bridge he would cross when the time came.

“You ready?” Sal’s warm voice, chocolate wrapped in honey, but threaded with a note of uncertainty washed over Andrew, wiping away the very last of his doubts. Only someone that knew Sal would be able to see the small shadow of fear in his eyes.

It wasn’t the same fear as Andrew’s. He had no doubts or uncertainties about what they were going to do. It was fear that Andrew wouldn’t take that last step with him.

Wrapping his hand around Sal’s, Andrew gave it a reassuring squeeze. They had travelled hundreds of miles of road, and even further miles of experience to get to this point. There was no turning back now.

“Of course,” Andrew replied. “Let’s go get married.”

Hand in hand they headed out of the door and Andrew knew that in a lifetime of bad ideas and wrong decisions. He was finally making the right choice

[identity profile] riahpariah0725.livejournal.com 2010-01-23 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
\o/ I loved it!

I honestly didn't have any idea what to expect, because I just came up with two random names and posted :P But I am thrilled with the result!

*hugs* thank you!