03/??: DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART - Dennis Wideman/Marc Savard

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Title: Dreaming With a Broken Heart
Author: geekintehpink
Pairing/Characters: Marc Savard/Dennis Wideman. Mention of Cam Keith and an OC named Evan.
Rating: PG13.
Warnings: None. Well, maybe one. Angst ahoy.
Summary: Dennis is more than a bit confused after Marc leaves.
Word Count: 1,208
Author's Notes: Thanks ovielove and honeybee718 for being awesome and pre-reading it for me.
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen, don't sue. Kthxbai.

You're tempted to follow. Because he can't just do that. He can't just flirt with you, kiss you and then walk away. It's not right, and you're not about ready to stand for it. You sigh and stand up, heading for the door as soon as you hear it close, and when you open it, you see that he's already pulling out of the driveway. And you wonder if he ran for his car as soon as the door closed. He must have, in order to be that far in this amount of time. Am I that bad a kisser? you ask yourself as you make your way back into the living room and let his twenty dollar bill sit where it is.

God, does he ever confuse the hell out of you. Sometimes you see these looks from him, these intense, deep looks, not even like the ones you got from Cam. Deeper. Like he's trying to see into you. Not read you, but literally, see in you and stare at your guts and insides and poke at your heart a little more than he already has. You're sure he's just trying to figure you out (you're doing that yourself half the time, too), but the looks...God, they can't lie. You just wish that he wasn't being such a metronome, swinging back and forth with both his actions and his words and making you wish that you could just become a hermit. As beautiful as he is, Marc Savard confounds you.

And you may have only figured it out just today, but now, he's all you want. Andrew is as unappealing as the month old leftovers still sitting in the back of your fridge, because all you want is to find out what's lurking behind that smile, behind those eyes and find out what makes him the way he is. The confusing, beautiful disaster that you went from 'just friends' to 'falling in love' with over the course of a day. He may be a metronome, but in your heart, he's your metronome. Keeping pace with the beats your heart makes and letting you know that you're still alive.

And that's when it strikes you.

You didn't know it? But you knew it. You'd always been intrigued by him, always wondered about what he was thinking and why he did the little things that he did. And for the life you, you couldn't ever figure out why. Now, though? It's as clear as church bells at noontime in a small town. You've always been so curious because deep down, you've always wanted him. This tiny dormant piece of you has always been more curious than the rest about what lay beneath those bright blue eyes. You run a hand through your hair and take your phone out of your pocket.

One ring. Two. Three, then four, and you perk up at the sound of his voice. But just as quickly as the high hits, it goes away when you realize that it's just his voice mail. You sigh and stare at your feet when you hear the beep, trying to decide whether or not you want to leave a message. And you decide, yes. Because he needs to know. You take a deep breath.

“Hey, Marc. It's me...I uh...think we need to talk about what just happened, okay? Because I don't think you realize...I liked it too...I was...just as willing as you were...and I don't want there to be any kind of misunderstanding between us, because...you...I...uh...please call me back, man. We can't just let it be like this,” you say, hanging the phone up and leaning back against your couch.

You can't help but wonder what the hell is going on. Things had gone from status quo, planning on watching bad movies and eating like pigs with Marc, to...you didn't even know what it was right then...and all it took was a kiss that you would have never seen coming in a million years. You lean back against the couch and look at the ceiling, wondering what can be the proper way to proceed from there. Is there some type of normal procedure when your best friend totally blindsides you and then runs off in a huff? They need to make manuals to this type of thing because honestly, it's not a situation that is easily resolved. You know now that you want Marc, but the way he walked away makes you wonder if you can ever have him.

You take a glance at your phone again, wondering if you'd been zoned out enough to not hear it ring, or if you had set it to silent by accident, but when you see that nothing has changed, you sigh a little and take a glance at the TV. Staring mindlessly at the images as they flash in front of you, you can't help but wonder what would have happened, what could have happened if things had just gone a little bit differently that night. If Marc hadn't gone out with whoever that guy was, had just come to see you instead, even that small of a change, and you could still be entwined with him, maybe in your bed, sharing a passionate moment that you'd missed out on.

You let out another sigh as you hear a knock at the door and get up, heading for it and wondering — hoping - that it's Marc, and he decided that he wants to be with you as much as you want to be with him. But you know, deep down, that Marc is stubborn. He's not the type to abandon what he feels, no matter how wrong, how stupid it might be. You grab your wallet, abandoning Marc's twenty on the table and digging out some cash, staring at the twenty dollar bill as you walk by, like it holds all the answers. Like it's to blame for Marc's disappearing act. Shaking your head again, you pay and tip the delivery boy, then bring your food out to the living room. You got all his favorites. All of them, and now you were stuck eating them alone. You run a hand through your hair and stare at the door for a second, praying that he'll knock again. That he'll tell you that this is all some fucked up mistake.

After awhile of staring, you realize that it's not coming. And all of a sudden, you feel alone. But if you can't have Marc Savard? Alone is how you want to be. You run a hand through your hair and take out the container of sesame chicken. If you had a time machine? Things would be so different right now. All you can think of, though? Is the curious concern as to how practice is going to go tomorrow. Or if your friendship will ever be the same again. If the answer is no? You don't know if you could take it.

Once again, you stare at the twenty dollar bill on the table, and wish that it could give you the answers. But as Andrew Jackson stares back at you, you get nothing but a nauseous feeling.

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if I did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...

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Comments

[honeybee718.livejournal.com]

Eval.... <>

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

You love it. <>

[fic-of-elise.livejournal.com]

I think i'm going to cry

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

=( I'm sorry.

[riosrogue.livejournal.com]

"He may be a metronome, but in your heart, he's your metronome. Keeping pace with the beats your heart makes and letting you know that you're still alive."

Perfect symbolism. Your writing is so beautiful and profound. I'm not not a big fan the second person , but it fits this fic and what you're trying to get across.

Thanks for making me cry at work, btw =)

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. That's the biggest compliment I have ever received. =D

Oops...I'm sorry. ;)

[kezbat.livejournal.com]

Dear Savvy,

~boots~

Grrrr.

Dear Lizi,

You are an awesome writer. <3

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

I need to draw it out a LITTLE. ;)

Thanks, dear.

[ovielove.livejournal.com]

OH boys. Silly silly boys. You are so evil, sometimes I don't think you really love them XD

...I know you do though <> lovely my dear!

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

I do. I'm just...*thinks* I don't know, but I know that I love them, lol.

Thanks, dear. ILY.

[inmycrease.livejournal.com]

I loved reading this! My two favorite lines were " Andrew is as unappealing as the month old leftovers still sitting in the back of your fridge...." and "Once again, you stare at the twenty dollar bill on the table, and wish that it could give you the answers. But as Andrew Jackson stares back at you, you get nothing but a nauseous feeling"

Love it!

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

Thank you! =D