|My Hearts old home
Author: HatterKing222 PM
Drop Dead fred loves his Snotface, and she loves him. But is this love worth giving up every thing that he is? I dont own.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,692 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-06-11 - Published: 07-20-11 - id: 7200568
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Me and Jane were talking on the phone after yet another break up for me and some how the conversation drifted to Drop Dead Fred! Not that I minded much I liked remembering him but this time it just made me sad. I mean it was just after a break up and it was about the crush no one could see and I never got over! But I just kept on talking.
Until she said something that made my heart break a little "Glad he's never coming back! Though I do owe him for sinking my boat." I could hear the air quotes around him.
Those words dawned on me with a meaning she didn't intend he's not coming back I thought Oh my god she's right he's not I has never thought about it. It's not like I didn't know he was never coming back I just never thought about it. She didn't know that, that reality would have this kind of impact on me.
"Really I'm..." I trailed off when I could hear the sadness in my own voice. She did to.
"Nothing but I have to go I have something I need to do"
"Oh... Ok but if you" I hung up I didn't want her to hear me if I stared to cry. I plopped on my bed and awaited the tears that never came eventually drifting to a fitful sleep. Dreaming of a life that would never come true turning into my reality my sad realty ending with me old and dying alone. This was a reoccurring dream I hade ben having it since my first brake up since Drop Dead Fred left it usually resulted in most likely an unhealthy amount of alcohol the following day. Like I said sad reality.
(Drop Dead Fred's POV)
This is worse than those stupid pills I thought after yet another failed assignment the tenth to be exact each one resulting in me being replaced as the chiles imaginary friend, I never understood that because I am not imaginary at all, this had started to happen about two assignments after snotface when they had stopped being fun. I was lost.
"Fred" it was my boss the one who controls it all "what is wrong with you it's like you're... you're... I don't know" he paused to think.
"Go away I'm too depressed to talk about work"
"I will not and that's it depressed that was the word I was looking for! I'm so glad I remembered" I rolled my eyes and he went on "Now then why are you depressed?"
"I don't want to talk about it" I turned away and put my head in my hands, I was putting on that childish act I used so well.
"Come on you can tell me!" He was acting, well trying to act like a parent comforting a child rather than a boss. He was doing a bad job at it to, but I played along with a dim hope that I would be able to see Snotface and what a cute face she had.
"I miss Snotface" I used my best sad puppy face.
"That Elizabeth girl!" he was shocked. "Well it's not like this hadn't happened before. So I will give you a choice you can stay... or you could go see her again. But if you go to her you will no longer be an imaginary you will be a human for ever unable to" like he thought it would make a difference.
I cut him off, "Snotface please" that word please tasted gross I would wash my mouth out later.
"You could have let me finish. But ok Lizzy it is, good bey and good luck Fred."