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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
963
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Love on first sight
Disclaimer: It’s all fiction.
Author’s note: Dedicated to you. Although I’ll never see you again.
Love on first sight
Do you believe in love on first sight? Have you ever had one of those moments when you walk around in the supermarket and you suddenly see HIM?
Everything around me seems to vanish in a grey mist when he pushes his trolley past me. My heart misses a beat and I can’t breathe as my knees suddenly go weak and I fight for control not to let fall the bananas I am just holding in my hands.
My eyes practically absorb him as I try to memorize every small detail of his being. The little gesture to comb his hand through messy strawberry-blond hair, the way he arches his eyebrows and pushes his lower lip just the tiniest bit forward while intelligent grey eyes framed by glasses study the prices. The movement of his long, slender fingers when he reaches out to pick up some apples and – oh my god! – the way his faded jeans cling to his magnificent arse while he’s bending to put said apples into his trolley.
I follow him in a dreamlike state when he starts to walk again, the fringed seam of his jeans brushing over the floor. Strong muscles flex under the sleeve of his pullover.
I press the bananas I am still holding in my hands to my chest as if I was clinging to a lifesaving rope, the sound of wedding bells and laughing children echoing in my ears when I realize that I will never be happy again if I can’t have him. Well, it’s not exactly children’s laughter as we are both male, but something like that.
I step forward, my mouth opening to speak to him, but then suddenly doubt creeps into my mind like poison. Doubt that he feels the same, doubt that he wants me. Another wave of depression washes over me as I suddenly feel small, ugly, old and completely unworthy.
Slowly I turn around. I can’t talk to him. He seems so much younger than me. Hardly a student anymore, but he’s perhaps ten years younger than me. Ten years that make him appear more self confident and at ease than I am feeling now. Probably he doesn’t want me. He’ll just laugh and walk away. And what am I supposed to say to him anyway? Something cheesy like “Will you spend the rest of your life with me although I’m a total stranger to you? We’ve never met before, but I love you”?!
No, that wouldn’t be a good idea, I decide and turn around to look at him one last time. Shivers run down my spine and my stomach clenches. I can’t see him anymore. My feet feel heavy as I move to walk, my heart beating frantically in my chest. I have to find him, have to…
A relieved sigh escapes my lips when I see that he has only walked around the corner, licking his lips with his pink tongue while putting bars of chocolate into the trolley. He likes chocolate, I think and memorize the fact. White chocolate. With smarties in it.
We continue our quest through the supermarket. He drinks tea and eats toast, I judge by the contents of his trolley and immediately images of him sitting by the table, reading the newspaper while the scent of fresh toast fills the air come up in front of my inner eye. How does he like his tea? With milk and sugar? And his steak? Well done or still red in the middle? He scratches his head and I find myself mimicking the little gesture.
He hasn’t shaved this morning, I can tell by the stubble on his chin. I shiver as I realize that I already know how his lips will felon mine. It’s not like I’ve ever really felt them, but I just know.
I’ll go and ask him out for a beer, but maybe he’s allergic against beer and… I’m panicking.
My secret love moves again and suddenly he’s standing next to me, his gaze crossing mine for a split second before he concentrates on the shelves filled with juice behind my back. That’s it. That’s the moment, I think and turn to face him.
~*~
“Hi, I’m Sean,” I mutter nervously.
Confused grey eyes look up at me. “Hi, Sean.”
Don’t stand there like some total lunatic! Say something, I curse myself. “Um…normally I’m not the type to talk blokes up in the supermarket, but…” I’m all nerves.
He stretches to his full height and smiles at me. “Yes?”
I’m in heaven. He’s almost as tall as I am, only slightly smaller. The perfect height to… Shut the fuck up, Sean! He is still smiling patiently at me. “Would you want to go out for a beer?” I continue hastily before I can make up my mind.
He shakes his head, still smiling. “Sorry, but no…”
My nervous smile shatters into pieces and I feel like crying. “Ok.” I turn around slowly, not wanting to break down in front of him.
He can see the pain in my eyes and grabs me by my sleeve. “Sean, wait!”
Slowly I move, my head into his direction.
“It’s not because of you,” he explains. “It’s the beer…”
I nod slowly, understanding dribbling into my mind. “Oh, you don’t like beer?” I ask carefully.
He laughs heartily, blue freckles shining in his grey eyes. “I love beer,” he grins. “The problem is that I get sick of it…”
My lips twitch.
He pulls a pen from his pocket and takes my arm. My skin tingles as he writes on my skin with big elegant letters.
David. 555-345666.
“David” pats my arm. “Bit like a phone sex number, ain’t it?” He grins one last time and starts to push his trolley away from me. “Don’t lose it…”
I’m in heaven. Totally so. I keep whistling all the way back home, scaring old ladies and their little poodles to death with sudden happy outcries. At home I get under the shower, letting the hot water wash all over my body.
//David…// The way he smiled while saying my name, White chocolate with smarties. His eyes. And he gave me his…
My eyes fill with panic as I look at my arm and see nothing but clean skin where he had written his phone number. A shrill sounding cry escapes my lips.
~*~
“Sir, could you please step to the side?” an old lady asks me and I oblige, paralysed. It has never happened. Just a dream. There he is… David?
I feel numb as I follow him to the cash desk. It felt so real. So bloody fucking real. I put my bananas next to his groceries, watch him put them back into his trolley, pay and leave the supermarket.
“Sir!”
I shiver and turn my head to face the woman in front of me.
“Did you weigh the bananas, Sir?” she asks and I shake my head, not understanding anything of what she’s saying. She sighs and gets up to do it herself. After a moment she comes back. “2.30, please.”
I put the money into her waiting hand and clutch the bananas to my chest, walking through the door “Dave” has passed only moments before. Outside, I pause and look around me, but he’s gone. Forever. I get into my car and put the bananas onto the passenger’s seat.
The look in his grey eyes is still haunting my every thought, the memory of his fringed jeans burning in my mind. I feel like crying now, mourning the loss of something I’ve never possessed. Only for a split second I was allowed to see the happiness of a possible future.
Do you know such moments? When you know that you have just missed the opportunity you’ve been waiting for all your life and you know that it’ll never come back, not able to stop the tears that aren’t coming?
In such moments you feel so lost and utterly unhappy that you’ve missed your one chance to lead a fulfilled life. And then you go home, tug your children in, fuck your wife and fall asleep, knowing that nothing will be the same anymore in the grey shreds that you once called your life.
Finis.
Author’s note: Dedicated to you. Although I’ll never see you again.
Love on first sight
Do you believe in love on first sight? Have you ever had one of those moments when you walk around in the supermarket and you suddenly see HIM?
Everything around me seems to vanish in a grey mist when he pushes his trolley past me. My heart misses a beat and I can’t breathe as my knees suddenly go weak and I fight for control not to let fall the bananas I am just holding in my hands.
My eyes practically absorb him as I try to memorize every small detail of his being. The little gesture to comb his hand through messy strawberry-blond hair, the way he arches his eyebrows and pushes his lower lip just the tiniest bit forward while intelligent grey eyes framed by glasses study the prices. The movement of his long, slender fingers when he reaches out to pick up some apples and – oh my god! – the way his faded jeans cling to his magnificent arse while he’s bending to put said apples into his trolley.
I follow him in a dreamlike state when he starts to walk again, the fringed seam of his jeans brushing over the floor. Strong muscles flex under the sleeve of his pullover.
I press the bananas I am still holding in my hands to my chest as if I was clinging to a lifesaving rope, the sound of wedding bells and laughing children echoing in my ears when I realize that I will never be happy again if I can’t have him. Well, it’s not exactly children’s laughter as we are both male, but something like that.
I step forward, my mouth opening to speak to him, but then suddenly doubt creeps into my mind like poison. Doubt that he feels the same, doubt that he wants me. Another wave of depression washes over me as I suddenly feel small, ugly, old and completely unworthy.
Slowly I turn around. I can’t talk to him. He seems so much younger than me. Hardly a student anymore, but he’s perhaps ten years younger than me. Ten years that make him appear more self confident and at ease than I am feeling now. Probably he doesn’t want me. He’ll just laugh and walk away. And what am I supposed to say to him anyway? Something cheesy like “Will you spend the rest of your life with me although I’m a total stranger to you? We’ve never met before, but I love you”?!
No, that wouldn’t be a good idea, I decide and turn around to look at him one last time. Shivers run down my spine and my stomach clenches. I can’t see him anymore. My feet feel heavy as I move to walk, my heart beating frantically in my chest. I have to find him, have to…
A relieved sigh escapes my lips when I see that he has only walked around the corner, licking his lips with his pink tongue while putting bars of chocolate into the trolley. He likes chocolate, I think and memorize the fact. White chocolate. With smarties in it.
We continue our quest through the supermarket. He drinks tea and eats toast, I judge by the contents of his trolley and immediately images of him sitting by the table, reading the newspaper while the scent of fresh toast fills the air come up in front of my inner eye. How does he like his tea? With milk and sugar? And his steak? Well done or still red in the middle? He scratches his head and I find myself mimicking the little gesture.
He hasn’t shaved this morning, I can tell by the stubble on his chin. I shiver as I realize that I already know how his lips will felon mine. It’s not like I’ve ever really felt them, but I just know.
I’ll go and ask him out for a beer, but maybe he’s allergic against beer and… I’m panicking.
My secret love moves again and suddenly he’s standing next to me, his gaze crossing mine for a split second before he concentrates on the shelves filled with juice behind my back. That’s it. That’s the moment, I think and turn to face him.
~*~
“Hi, I’m Sean,” I mutter nervously.
Confused grey eyes look up at me. “Hi, Sean.”
Don’t stand there like some total lunatic! Say something, I curse myself. “Um…normally I’m not the type to talk blokes up in the supermarket, but…” I’m all nerves.
He stretches to his full height and smiles at me. “Yes?”
I’m in heaven. He’s almost as tall as I am, only slightly smaller. The perfect height to… Shut the fuck up, Sean! He is still smiling patiently at me. “Would you want to go out for a beer?” I continue hastily before I can make up my mind.
He shakes his head, still smiling. “Sorry, but no…”
My nervous smile shatters into pieces and I feel like crying. “Ok.” I turn around slowly, not wanting to break down in front of him.
He can see the pain in my eyes and grabs me by my sleeve. “Sean, wait!”
Slowly I move, my head into his direction.
“It’s not because of you,” he explains. “It’s the beer…”
I nod slowly, understanding dribbling into my mind. “Oh, you don’t like beer?” I ask carefully.
He laughs heartily, blue freckles shining in his grey eyes. “I love beer,” he grins. “The problem is that I get sick of it…”
My lips twitch.
He pulls a pen from his pocket and takes my arm. My skin tingles as he writes on my skin with big elegant letters.
David. 555-345666.
“David” pats my arm. “Bit like a phone sex number, ain’t it?” He grins one last time and starts to push his trolley away from me. “Don’t lose it…”
I’m in heaven. Totally so. I keep whistling all the way back home, scaring old ladies and their little poodles to death with sudden happy outcries. At home I get under the shower, letting the hot water wash all over my body.
//David…// The way he smiled while saying my name, White chocolate with smarties. His eyes. And he gave me his…
My eyes fill with panic as I look at my arm and see nothing but clean skin where he had written his phone number. A shrill sounding cry escapes my lips.
~*~
“Sir, could you please step to the side?” an old lady asks me and I oblige, paralysed. It has never happened. Just a dream. There he is… David?
I feel numb as I follow him to the cash desk. It felt so real. So bloody fucking real. I put my bananas next to his groceries, watch him put them back into his trolley, pay and leave the supermarket.
“Sir!”
I shiver and turn my head to face the woman in front of me.
“Did you weigh the bananas, Sir?” she asks and I shake my head, not understanding anything of what she’s saying. She sighs and gets up to do it herself. After a moment she comes back. “2.30, please.”
I put the money into her waiting hand and clutch the bananas to my chest, walking through the door “Dave” has passed only moments before. Outside, I pause and look around me, but he’s gone. Forever. I get into my car and put the bananas onto the passenger’s seat.
The look in his grey eyes is still haunting my every thought, the memory of his fringed jeans burning in my mind. I feel like crying now, mourning the loss of something I’ve never possessed. Only for a split second I was allowed to see the happiness of a possible future.
Do you know such moments? When you know that you have just missed the opportunity you’ve been waiting for all your life and you know that it’ll never come back, not able to stop the tears that aren’t coming?
In such moments you feel so lost and utterly unhappy that you’ve missed your one chance to lead a fulfilled life. And then you go home, tug your children in, fuck your wife and fall asleep, knowing that nothing will be the same anymore in the grey shreds that you once called your life.
Finis.