18-Jan-2001
Title: Telephone: Call Me Up
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction.
Category: POV, sap, angst
Pairings: It's a secret.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language warning.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Oh, gosh, the things I write when I'm not feeling well. Well, here we have a little something that I wrote that is probably best taken with a shaker of salt and a gallon of maple syrup. Enjoy.
Call me up sometime, would you? I miss you. I miss the way you used to pull me into your arms every time I found myself screaming at the world. I miss the whispered words upon your lips convincing me that things would be okay.
You moved on... without me... even though you said you'd always be there. I didn't know you just meant metaphorically. I thought together forever meant it. Of course, I didn't count on you making my worst nightmares come true.
You had to run off. I remember you calling me at 2:43am on Valentine's Day, AC 201. I was used to the late night phone calls. Or, were they early morning for you? I never could keep track of when you slept. It was just never when I was around. But, you called. You'd gone off somewhere two days before. I didn't know where, but I should have. That was when I barely passed my big Calculus test. I passed by two points, meaning that I couldn't retake the test. If you'd been there to help me study like you'd said you would, maybe I could have pulled an 80. That's at least decent. I hate feeling stupid... You know that. But, no, I get this call, and you don't even bother to say hello or ask me how I am. You just ask me a question that ruins my life, and asks me to prove my friendship, and tells me where you are, and who you're with. One little question. "Will you be the best man at my wedding?"
Somehow, I got out that "sure," but I didn't mean it. How was I supposed to? I'm in love with you. I have been for ages now. You knew it, too. You knew it when I said I was saving myself for that special someone and I gave you that pointed look. You knew it when I was the only one who remembered your last birthday and spent the entire day with you making sure that you had as much fun as possible. You knew it, damn it. And, then, you ask me to be part of your wedding to the one person I always thought you were a fool to have a crush on. How could you marry someone like that? Someone who is so temperamental, and foolish, and... Damn you. Damn you to hell!
My heart is not a plaything meant to be tossed around like a ball. It is not something to extend your jumping abilities. It isn't some fabric thing that can be sewed back together. It can't be glued. My life is in my heart, and you are my life. I live for you now, as no other could. No matter what your new spouse says... I love you more than anyone else ever could.
Ever since I met you... I've sort of been in awe. I see you there... You sort of glare at me and pass me by... But, somehow, we became friends, then we became more... Or so I thought.
But, you're married now. Married to the one person I explicitly asked you to forget about for all those reasons I told you to. You just had to ignore me. Oh, well, hey... When you have problems with your marriage, don't come bawling to me unless you'll tell me that I'm right... or that you love me more.
More than you love him... More than... More than anything.
There's got to be some reason why you haven't called. Did he say that you couldn't? Did he? Did that damn bastard do more to ruin this perfect thing that I had with you? He stole you away because he played on your weakness. He was your weekness.
You know, he didn't even like you until I did. I happened to watch you for what he considered a bit too long one day. Next thing I knew, he was jabbing his bony elbow into my side asking what I saw in you. Well, I told him. Aren't you happy? He knows that I think you've got beautiful eyes, and a perfect smile, and a strong belief in what you're doing... Do those things sound familiar? Yeah... I heard him tell you all of those things over the phone. I heard the poetry he read to you. Would it surprise you to find out that I wrote it? And, that it was for you anyway?
For tears that fall
and ties that bind,
all of that,
we'll leave behind.
Sorrows mentioned,
taken from us,
we'll have our pleasure
with a little plus.
I look at you.
Your eyes to mine rove.
All of this o'er
a thing called love.
He couldn't even read the damn thing with any expression whatsoever. I mean, yeah, it's a crappy little poem, but it's got memories. I wrote that the night you came back from that party puking like a maniac. After you finally got to sleep, I jotted that down, then watched you for the rest of the night, smoothing back your hair when you tossed and turned a bit too much. You wondered why I was so tired the next day. Remember me telling you I just slept on my bed wrong? Well, hey, I told a little white lie. I never left that night. That's how I was able to have the aspirin ready when you woke up. I was waiting for you.
Of course, then he goes searching through my stuff for a phone number, and, suddenly, he's on the phone to you sounding like a giddy schoolgirl. Damn him.
I love you. I wish things were different, but they're not. And, if you want proof that I wrote the poem, ask him to bring you a copy. He doesn't have one. But, he's got you, so that puts him one up on me, doesn't it?
What I always wonder is... how did one little girl manage to get two Gundam pilots? Heero's not meant for you, Relena. I am. Please... Please consider what I've told you. I love you... always. And, that's whether you decide to come back to me or not. And, you can be happy, I'm still a virgin... at 22. I'll probably die a virgin because I'm still waiting for the right one. And, I've known for a while now that the right one is you and that anybody else just wouldn't be worth it. I can't fake love, so expect a few more of these. I'll wear you down. I'll show you just how much I love you. In case you forgot, I'm Duo Maxwell. L1 University, Honors Dormitory, suite 3, room 2. Number: connect code 812, 3976-1247 extension 32. I love you, Relena. Call be back just once, please? And, thanks for getting a service for this. This way, I can leave longer messages. Bye.
End Part 1
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