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Behind Brown Eyes
Pairing: Patrik Berglund/T.J Oshie (implied)
Team: St. Louis Blues
Summary: eh, it's pretty much Oshie and Berglund's relationship from Perron's perspective.
Disclaimer: Not real at all.
Notes: Just wanted to try this on these two too. Also, short pieces like this (like below 1000 words) will from here on out be posted at xddx_fiction which is friends only but just tell me here/there and I'll add you. :) Also, all of my fics are going to be archived there because you never know what happens to communities after all. I've brought all my older fics over and I'm in the process of posting the rest. :)

 

They laugh with me. They laugh at me. But I’m not one of them. I’m the third wheel and I know it. There’s only one thing that’s worse than being the third wheel and that’s knowing that you’re the third wheel. Igorance is bliss.

 It’s not that they don’t want me to hang out with them or that they make inside jokes that I can’t understand. They actually act like I’m a part of their two-man-gang.

It’s not like I don’t have other friends on the team – I got lots of them. Probably more than they have seeing as I’ve been here a year longer. But I don’t have anyone that close to me. I don’t have anyone that I can talk to about everything and nothing, one I could trust the same way that they do each other.

I see them sitting close to each other, almost whispering. I want to know what they’re saying, but I won’t ask. It’s none of my business. If they wanted me to know then they would tell me.

 I overhear them taking an interview together in the dressing room, Osh saying that “we do everything together” and ain’t that the truth?

”Hey, Perry, want to come and watch a movie with us?” Osh suddenly yells over to me from the other end of the locker-room, his hand on Bergie's shoulder.

Us. As in the the two of them. Not “me and Bergie”. Us. It’s not that I’m jealous really, it just made it painfully obvious that there's them and then there's the rest of us. I don't enjoy being the third wheel.

 I smile as I shake my head and the only response I get is that of a shrug from a Osh and a frown from Bergie. He’s always perceptive and he probably already knows that something is wrong. Luckily, he’s also perceptive enough to know that I don’t want to talk about it and he just gives me a small smile before turning to Osh again.

 Until recently, I didn’t understand what made them so special to each other. What made them so inseparable? And the biggest question of all, why didn’t I have a friend like that?

 Then, of course, I realized that when Osh said “everything” in that interview, he really meant everything. 

And suddenly, I was okay with them being just a little bit closer to each other than to me. After all, I don’t swing that way.