Author: Obviously Insane PM
I'm telling him a million things all at once without opening my mouth, and I hope that it isn't all lost in translation. Mimicentric drabble.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Mimi M. & Roger D. - Words: 250 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Published: 02-29-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4102970
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I wanted to forget. Forget everything that had happened, everything that I'd done, everything that I'd become. Dirty, everything so wrong and I felt sick to my stomach and I just wanted to leave. Leave and never come back.
Writhing around on stage, trying to block everything out. All of their faces, their laughter. Clothes stay on, but I lose my dignity. Shaking my hips, moving my legs, silencing that voice in my head: 'What are you doing? You're so much better than this!'
His hair has little waves in it, he needs to shave. Holding onto his guitar, strumming notes with his fingers, gliding his hands along the wooden neck. He stops and looks over at me; his eyes are full of questions. I walk closer to him, slide across the counter.
I feel dizzy, light-headed, foolish. Like a little kid. I'm telling him a million things all at once without opening my mouth, and I hope that it isn't all lost in translation. His eyelids are closing, his eyelashes brushing against his face. I kiss him, feeling like I can do anything. His lips are moving against mine, and I think everything is perfect. But he pushes against my body, shaking his head.
"Who do you think you are, barging in on me and my guitar?" he demands, and I feel like forgetting.