So, Here's a Thing

So, I just got off break, and to say the least, it was interesting. Allie, my waifu, and I kinda (really) ship our OCs (original character) together. If you don't know who her character is, here's a link to her (somewhat) description. Mine, well, I'll explain that a little later. I'm lazy as heckie. But you got glimpses of them in my Vital Vocabs. Bea, and Anthony. So, over break, we basically just wrote one-shots to each other about them, which was pretty great. For those who don't know what one-shots are, it's pretty much a tiny fanfic, usually one page long.
So anywho, I wanted to post two here. Why two? Well, Allie sent me a really sad one from Anthony's point of view, and then I wanted to continue it from Bea's. So, here's the result. First one is by Allie, and the second, by me. Here ya go:

"Bea, wait!  Wait, I-- I didn't know--"
"Next time, figure it out."  She shrugged me off and kept walking.
"Wait, I-- Please, I..."  I trailed off, and she disappeared down the hallway.  "I'm sorry...."
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That night, I was heading to my room when I passed her in the hall.  I kept my eyes down, hands in my pockets, discreet, unobtrusive.  I wanted to think she'd stopped, done a double-take, just a small one.  Where was I going?  I hadn't slept in my room in ages.  But in reality I knew she probably hadn't even looked up.
And so I went to bed in a room that hardly even felt mine anymore.  For a long time, I didn't sleep.  But I tried.  Lord, did I try.
Late that night, there was a knock on the door.  I hesitated, trying not to get my hopes up.  It wasn't her.  She wouldn't come back, not to me.  She deserved better and we both knew it.
But there she was.  Waiting.  She'd had a nightmare.  She wouldn't meet my eyes.  Gently, I pulled her in, wrapped my arms around her, told her I was sorry.  I was so sorry.  I didn't know what I was doing, I never had, I'd tried to tell her that in the beginning.  She should have listened.  She should listen now.
Instead, she pulled me close, kissed my cheek.  It was okay.  She didn't forgive me, not completely, things weren't perfect, but they were okay.  We were okay.  And we went to bed, keeping close to each other.  And we slept better this time.
That morning, I woke up slowly, light pouring in through the drapes.  I was curled up, my head off the pillow.  I had blankets wound tightly around me.  And I was alone.
Completely alone.
But that didn't make sense.  She, she came....She'd had a nightmare....
And then it hit me.  The distortion of my room, the strangeness when talking, the color in my hair...it was a dream.  All a dream.  What was I thinking?  She never would have come, not for me.  We were back to where we were, back to yesterday.  She hated me.  I'd screwed up, just like with everybody else.  I was stupid to hope this could last.  I knew better.
It was always too good to last.


It had been two weeks since we stopped talking. Two weeks that my behavior got worse, and so did my drinking. I would spend my nights at bars drinking away his face, and in the morning I would miss training. I rarely saw him and when I did I would keep my head down, shoulders hunched.
One night I passed him in a small hallway, barely brushing his shoulder. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he kept his head down. 
So did I.
But when he passed I stopped and turned, looking at him. He kept going, quiet, keeping to the side of the wall. I wanted to say something but...no. A flash of anger made me grit my teeth and I turned, continuing on my way.
I didn't sleep that night and by dawn I was up, pacing the halls with open doors, no occupants. Although, one was closed. Anthony.
I stopped, though I knew I should have kept walking. I leaned in, closing my eyes and trying to hear anything.
"Bea....Bea.....I'm sorry....we're okay......." I felt my chest tighten as I realized he was dreaming. I leaned against the opposite wall, staring at the closed door. Emotions stirred through me, anger, betrayal, sadness, pity, love, and regret. I closed my eyes, trying to shut the thoughts out but then the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open, meeting his.
He looked as bad as I felt. Both of our hair was messed up, sticking up at random places, bags under our eyes.
"B...Bea....?" He whispered, sounding as if he got punched in the gut. And then he had his arms wrapped around me and his face in my messy hair, murmuring something quietly, almost too quiet to hear, but I realized he was just saying it over and over again, mashing the words together.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--" I shook my head, just a tiny bit and he stopped.
"It's okay." I whispered into his shirt, closing my eyes. "W...we're okay." And his body shuddered, almost as if those words broke a spell and then he was crying. Silent tears, but I knew they were there, dampening my hair and I held him tight, knowing that it was true.
Although we were broken, we would be okay.


This oneshot thingy merbob gave me so many feels guys, I can't even process it. This pairing just...just...it's perfect. In every way. Here's my emotions of this ship:

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So anywho, I hope you liked it. I certainly did.