I just realize I never did a Parsley fic for the movie! This is a sequel to Parsley and Beyond Parsley.
Everyone says that fairy tales don't exist, that no one ever winds up happily ever after. Or whatever. Like I would care. My only fairy tale experience came from what my mom would read to me when I was little and the teacher made me do a report on in second grade. Boy, it turns out it really is possible to screw up Snow White. So perhaps it's best that's all it was. Unless all the myth stuff they cram into video games counts for something.
This isn't where I'm supposed to be, I don't think. Not here, not now. That was not the plan. The one plan of coming in, facing Kim, only hours ago, that didn't go through. I couldn't allow that. You don't do that to the people you love.
Am I really allowed to be this corny? I never even felt this way until Erik showed up. No, that's a lie. There have been other moments, when everything comes through. I don't know if that's just hormones or whatever. Better than even a really good naco, though. But they were good moments none the less. Christmas time. The moodulator incident. Now that was all kinds of wrong. And right.
I really cannot dance. Never really learned. Is that bad?
She doesn't seem to care. Even though she is a pretty good dancer.
She looks so gorgeous in that dress. I shouldn't be thinking of her that way. But it was her idea to come here.
I'm not sure who's idea it was to grab hands. That way. The great art of holding hands.
Maybe it was Rufus. Maybe he's to blame. We come in here, and he's all about the pushing and the shoving and all of that.
Monique didn't seem to be helping. Once again, I blame the conspiracy of all girls.
I don't really like this song, but that's okay. We're dancing, anyway.
When did it come to this? You practically stalk a girl, toss death glares at her and the boyfriend who turns out to be an evil robot. Which is actually kind of cool, in retrospective.
And everything turns out just perfectly.
I'm not sure what to do when she puts her arms around me like that. She doesn't hug me like that. Not ever. Not even during the moodulator incident.
I think I like it more than I should.
I think Monique and Rufus are really getting a kick out of this.
It seems right now. She's just… watching me. Waiting. We're not really dancing anymore. And the music hasn't even stopped.
Okay, I'm figuring I'm probably supposed to do something.
Except it's not really anything I can think about. Just me and her, right now, after all the chaos and me wishing things were different, coming closer and closer.
I think this is better than anything else we've ever done. This is what counts. This is what's real. Not parsley posing as mistletoe imposing traditions.
Despite everything else, I wonder if this counts as a real first kiss.
Boo-yah.
The End!