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That Half Hmm... Greetings people of the List. I wrote a short fluffy fic. No point just something off the top of my head that felt right to write. Much love, funky old soul, and all that jazz, Leela Princess of Slacker Sappiness That Half By: Leela Ganey Disclaimer: No claim to PLACEBO. Making no money off this fic. It's just for entertainment. Note about this fic: Fluffy Stuff, nothing too deep. Just go with it. Rating: PG...sooo.. very PG... it is so PG is make me afraid... That Half You see that guy over there? Well, you are not looking. To your right.... your other right. Yes, there. That one. With the black hair to his shoulers. Yeah, the one drinking out of the pint glass at the moment. The world knows him as Steve Hewitt. And how do I know him? Random moment in time and a mutual friend is how I know him. But now I know him better, as not just Steve Hewitt. But rather as that half. You know that half... It is that person you meet that you know makes you a whole person. Of course I didn't figure that out for, umm... well, it is embarassing how long it took, but then again, I can hear my mother in my head yelling, "Brian, get your head out of the clouds and pay attention to the world around you." Well, I think she should have told me to pay more attention to the people around me. I think I am just going to stand here and pay attention to him right now. There is something about watching the one you love from a distance. You get so used to sharing the same space and then you look up and across the room and see them smiling. And you fall in love with them all over again. I am enjoying that moment right now. Then, of course, his gaze settles on me. And my heart just stops and I have to remind it to keep beating. Then he smiles at me. I smile back. I can see him saying, 'I love you, Brian' with his chocolate brown eyes. I mouth, 'I love you too.' The party goes on. No one takes note of us. Except for maybe Stefan. But then again, I bet he knew ages ago, before me and Steve got together. Stefan is just like that. He just knows... Can be irritating at times. I take another sip of my drink. I don't even remember what it was I was drinking or am drinking now. It's got a nice bubble and tickles when it goes down my throat. I almost think I should sit down, get off my feet, and stop giving the false pretense that I am listening to the person next to me. But if I leave this spot I can't very well stare at Steve. Hmmm.. the next few moments I spend weaving about the room. No, sitting was not the best idea... Standing by Steve was. And what does he decide to do? Sit down. Cozy warm booth. I don't think I was seated for more than five minutes before I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was laying my head on Steve's shoulder, listening to him argue the merit of a new law the idiots that head up the government passed not more than a week ago. Then my next thought was that he smells good... and that his sweater was soft. And then: quiet darkness that felt safe. Yep, this is a good party to spend with the person who is *that half* that makes me whole. The End Gotta love the Fluffy Stuff Home |