A few things before I move onto my story.
1. WHY AREN'T THERE MORE TO THE MOON STORIES?! SERIOUSLY? IF YOU'VE PLAYED/WATCHED CRY PLAY/WATCHED PEWDIE PLAY… WHY NOT WRITE A FANFIC? D:
2. Excuse me for the crappiness, the OOCness, the spelling errors, the grammar mistakes, the boringness, etc.
3. Let me explain a bit more. This story has two endings: a sad one, and a happy one. I prefer the sad one, cuz in truth it's more realistic. Nevertheless, I will put up both. :3
ENJOY! AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
"I have something to tell you, Neil." Eva's caramel brown eyes glistened in the dim light.
"Is it something bad, something good, or something about me being awesome? Because I must warn you that I DO know." That brang a smirk to her lips.
"No… it's something else. Big news."
He was the only boy in kindergarten that wore glasses.
He was also the only boy in kindergarten that was bullied. Little boys with snot running down their noses would giggle and sneer. Four eyes... four eyes…
It was as if he had cooties – but worse. No one would approach him, fearing that if they did, they'd have to wear glasses, too.
One day, he was coloring a picture of a car all on his lonesome, when a girl approached him. She had cocoa colored skin and hair that cascaded neatly to her shoulders.
"Hi," she said, sitting down in the chair next to him. "My name is Eva."
"What are you doing here?" he cried, then immediately regretted his outburst. He hadn't meant to sound harsh. Now she'll never come close to me ever again.
"I wanted to talk to you. I like the things on your eyes." She smiled. "My name is Eva. Do you want to be friends?"
Today is the day I ask her. The school dance was coming up in a week. His friend Jerry had urged him to ask Eva – after all, she had no reason to say no.
Eva sat at the other end of the library, her eyes trained on her biology textbook. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her as calmly as he could.
"Hey, Evie," he managed to say. His eyes flitted to the text in front of her. "Reading about the… brain?"
"Neurology. Apparently in the future, we'll be able to access memories and change them." She paused. "So, what did you want to say?"
"I… uhm… I was – was wondering… if you'd like to come to the, uh, school dance with me," he stuttered. "As friends," he added as an afterthought.
"I'm sorry, Neil, but Paul's already asked me." Eva grimaced apologetically. "Maybe next time?"
"Neil? NEIL? Are you even listening to me?"
He snapped back to reality in an instant. "Huh? Oh… uh, yeah."
"So… will you?"
"Will I what?"
Eva sighed in exasperation and rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't listening. Will you be my best man?"
"Wait…" Confusion runs cold through his veins. "You're getting married?!"
"Neil… I'm engaged." She lifted her hand to reveal a big diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger. After a moment of silence, she speaks up. "Why does this upset you so much?"
It was all too much – the announcement, his feelings for her building up, his caffeine withdrawal. He felt himself shaking with rage. "WHY AM I SO UPSET? Eva, are you so blind? I know you're smart – we're partners at work for a reason – but are you really that blind? I'M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU. I have been, since kindergarten. Every time I tried asking you, you're either taken or you think I'm drunk! Even in other people's memories, you've rejected me! Remember how you brushed me off in Johnny's? And now you dare ask me…" he hissed bitterly, "just why I'm upset?"
The door slammed shut behind him.
The dark haired doctor stood in the living room, feeling cold, feeling alone, and feeling completely numb.