I don’t usually do this… yeah, I’ve said that before, but it’s true. I’ve been trying my hardest to get over the total mess that the season finale was. I don’t like Alcide and Sookie together, I don’t like this whole “Bill Redemption” thing that the producers seem to have a hard-on for and I DEFINITELY don’t like the idea of the Viking frying on a Swedish mountain top. Maybe it’s just me (but I know it isn’t based on the Facebook and Twitter rants following that episode). I’m finding more time to write now that I have a totally awesome job where my one-way commute is a mere ten minutes compared to the hour it was back in July.
This is an idea that has been floating around in my mind for a long time now. Part based on personal experience, part based on a friend. When I heard the line “If I fall for you, I’ll never recover” in “Love Somebody” by Maroon 5, one single person came to mind and I had to write this.
I’m still working on it, but I feel like I’ve been extremely neglectful because I’m also working on a Harry Potter thing that is WAAAAAAY in a different direction than I usually go. I want to take a moment and give tons and tons of thanks to RealJena, who has helped me, betaed my stuff (both stories), and brainstormed with me through my blockages. She’s an amazing friend and I doubt I could have gotten as far as I have without her assistance.
This is more of a prologue than anything and I want to emphasize that this is the first part of either a very long one-shot or a shorty of no more than three total chapters. I’m not sure yet since I’m still working toward finishing. Call this a teaser, but I want to gauge reactions and get opinions. I know there’s probably going to be a lot of questions because a lot is introduced but unexplained… just bear with me, because everything gets explained in the telling.
So take a gander and let me know what you think. It feels good to get back to writing after such a long absence.
You’re such a hard act for me to follow…
April 17, 2010
“Finally,” I sigh quietly, not wanting to wake my soundly sleeping toddler. Chasing Hunter after his grandparents stuffed him full of fruit punch and cake was not how I envisioned spending the reception of Jason’s wedding.
I slip off the first lilac heel as my mom slides silently through the door adjoining our hotel rooms. “Is he finally out?” she whispers, flicking her eyes toward the pack-and-play set up in the corner.
Wiggling my tortured toes in relief, I nod. “Once his sugar high crashed, he was out like a light. I just wish I could have enjoyed the celebration instead of racing around trying to keep up with the little ball of hyper.”
“Jason and Dawn arranged for there to be an open bar until the lounge closes. It’s still fairly early… if you want to go back down, I can keep an eye on this little guy until you get back. You’re still young. There’s no law that says once you’re a mom you can’t act your age now and then.”
I agree and swap the lavender meringue that my sister-in-law wanted for her bridesmaids for black skinny jeans and a white tank top. Once I slip on some black kitten heels, Mom grins and nods her head toward the door. “Go. It’s fine.”
I hesitate. “He’s going to be down there, isn’t he?”
Mom sits on the bed. “Probably,” she answers. “Don’t you want to see him?” It’s been… what… ten years, right?”
I sigh and nod. “Almost. I nearly booted one of those dyed-to-match monstrosities right up Jason’s ass for not warning me that he’d be here. I didn’t even know they were still friends.”
“I’m not sure they are. They seemed more like acquaintances than friends. I think he was invited as a friend of the family. If I remember correctly, he was also invited to your wedding… I don’t think his absence there surprised anyone though. It’s not like he ever got any kind of explanation.” She arranges the pillows of the bed and reclines with the remote.
I sit next to her stretched-out legs. “I don’t even know what to say to him after this long. Hell, he probably doesn’t even think about me anymore. Ugh! I really want to kick Jason’s ass!”
Mom shushes me and gives me an indulgent smile. “You spent the whole time downstairs chasing after Hunter. You were so focused on him that you didn’t even see it.”
“Eric couldn’t take his eyes off you.”
So there it is. Anyone interested in more? I’ve been working on this for awhile and would love the feedback. If it helps, when my mom read this, she smiled with fond memories. Here’s to finally finishing something.