Well this is my Valentines fic, a little early I know but its going to be in a few parts and the last part will be up on the 14th. Don't know why I chose to write in 1st person so tell me if I should write it normally. Erm enjoy!
L.O.V.E
Love. Such a peculiar feeling, a tingling sensation feels you from the very tips of your fingers to the very tips of your toes. You know its true love when you take a detour on the way to work just to catch a glimpse of them in their office. You feel all mushy inside when they smile, and you can't help but feel intoxicated by the happiness and you smile to, only to make the biggest fool of yourself. You know the ins and outs of their life and begin to think that any more information is verging on the level of a stalker but you can't help it; your besotted right? You know their mannerisms and you can't help but laugh when their eyebrows rise so far that you think they will fly off their face, but that's what makes them who they are right? How you just wish that they'd bloody notice you but they don't instead they discuss the poxy football scores or avoid a one to one conversation at all costs. I mean you've avidly followed Chelsea since you were kicking around in little booties and just for him you give up Frankie 'sexy' Lampard for him and follow West Ham religiously. You've demoted yourself a league for him and he still doesn't notice, I mean what does it take to get his attention. He still wouldn't notice if you practically asked him to marry you and have babies with him, would he! Today at work he didn't seem at all interested when you bent down practising your bend and snap technique, your best pulling device! If it were any other guy you'd have given up light-years ago but you can't, you're totally addicted and have your whole future planned and he's in it. I mean you can't re arrange your future and have Reg bloody Hollis as your knight in shining armour can you. Hah typical you say to yourself as you open the latest issue of closer, a huge spread on Valentines Day stares you in the face. 'Raise your guys temperature on Valentines' is splashed across the page, well that might be slightly hard, as you don't even have a fella you think again. You just want him to be your one and only valentine but what's the chance of that, there's more bloody chance that you're actually the princess of Pluto and that Ronald McDonald happens to be your long lost father. Fed up with thinking about him you sit up as you flip your pillow over, slam your head back down and entwine yourself within your duvet.
Ahh another night of endless dreams over Mr. Right
You stagger into the kitchen to pour yourself a bowl of cereal; the coldness of the tiles rushes through your body as you run across it. Opening the cupboard door you pick up a box, shake it and peer inside. Fuck! The special K has all gone! Well you didn't like the little cardboard flakes anyway and you only ate them to drop a dress size to look like that rat of a woman Louise. You don't see what he sees in her, but you would say that though wouldn't you, I mean she has him and you don't. Groaning aloud you look at yourself and think that you must have put on an extra inch or two all over, the blasted things have made you put on weight you say to yourself. Then you realise that it might have been the several bottles of wine and endless bars of chocolate you consumed when you found out that sex on legs was sexing legs on legs. You swear she's verging on anorexia but that's the way he obviously likes woman, little meat and sticky out cheekbones. You think its time to stop comparing yourself to a hamster and lose the flesh even if you are partial to it. You noticed how her hair was sleek and straight so you straighten and smooth it to perfection, just for him. You think to yourself 'how is he going to notice me when he's sucking that twigs face off'.
Isn't life cruel!
Sitting in the briefing room you wait for him to enter and there he is, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Oh no you think, he hasn't bloody got her pregnant has he? Grr typical, your early for once, with straight hair and he doesn't even notice your presence instead he's reading a poster. Then he speaks, you just love his authoritive voice and you cock your head to one side, enticed by his tone. Someone's prodding your arm but you ignore it can't be that important well not as important as studying your husband to be's face can it. For the love of god will they stop tapping me they're beginning to bruise my arm? Fed up with the constant prodding you quickly snap your head round to face them and whisper a quick 'what?' Then your whole face turns a dark shade of crimson and your temperature rises through the roof when you hear their reply.
"Kerry, Smithy is talking to you" Honey comments,
Oh ha bloody ha you think as he sniggers with the rest of the relief, its not that funny.
"Oh right" you reply quietly, looking down at your shoe; because its not a big deal right?
"Erm so anyway Sarge what were you saying?" you ask.
"I said that you're with me today" he replied rolling his eyes for the rest of the relief to see.
Great, bloody Great!
Sorry about the shortness but its just a taster and my hands hurt! Plz reviewxxxx