Damn it. Damn it. DAMN IT. It just wasn’t fair! She had known Kim her whole life! She was the one who had been around Kim the most! Not that green skinned harlot! That…that –bitch- that stole HER Kim.
It was silly really, but before she yearned for the red head. She never knew for a moment before that there was even a chance the red head was even remotely interested in woman, or else she would have been over her like sprinkles on ice cream, everywhere at once. And preferably on top.
And now she had to fume in public about losing her chance. The bitch had beaten her fair and square, but it wasn’t right. It just wasn’t right that the woman she yearned for loved such a vile creature!
In private her anger was washed away by sorrow though. Guilt replaced the jealousy as realization that she had waited too long and missed her chance and lost the woman she had yearned after since she was little.
She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care. She just wanted her. Wanted to be able to hold that red head close, and kiss her softly.
She tried everything to take her mind off of it all. Art and music were no use, as were shopping, cooking, cleaning, watching chick flicks, reading Anne Rice novels, she just couldn’t shake the other girl from her mind.
Forbidden fruit that was now lost. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of it all that had spurred it all; maybe it was how kind the woman could be to her despite the rough edges. It didn’t matter, because the simple cause, the fact that had started it all had long since been forgotten in the moment, in the chase.
It was several years of hard work to get close to the teen heroine as she could, but her own fears held her back. Tied her down, kept her from making that last little jump and confessing everything.
It was no small matter, only a tiny problem. But it had so much power over her very soul that she couldn’t resist it.
And now she faced it. Her greatest fear revealed. That green harlot, that sinful whore of Babylon, that harpy of a woman….that bitch stole her love. Her only love interest she had ever had.
And now she had to cope, and move on. Maybe she could find someone else to love. Maybe even someone who loved her back.
She sighed. Glad that she kept thoughts like these inside, away from other people, safe from the prying eyes of a judging public.
She maybe in love, and she maybe heartbroken, but she was still Bonnie Rockwaller. She had an image to keep. She could let it go later. When she could find someone all her own to love and keep safe.
Please, no bricks for this. I couldn’t really help it, because, well it was something that had been really tempting to throw into the Hidden/FTE storyline, but just didn’t fit that well. So it gets to be a ficlet. Anyways review, cry tears of blood if needed, just feel free to comment!