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[Nov. 15, 2008][Original] I Can't Say It
Title: I Can't Say It
Day/Theme: Nov. 15, 2008 "but must I confess how I liked him?"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Julian, Marta, May, Ringo, Yu, Stuart
Rating: PG
I wasn't exactly the most honest person when it came to my feelings. Not in public or in the privacy of my own heart. To tell the truth, I was actually a real wimp. And while I was usually able to slink away into the privacy of the infirmary to mull over my thoughts, this time I was stuck in a hospital bed with my clamoring crewmates hanging over me, fussing and laughing and generally being the biggest pain imaginable.
"Julian, you really are as nice of a guy as Stuart was always saying you are," Yu smiled pleasantly.
"We brought you some flowers," May giggled, holding the large bouquet over my bed. It seemed a bit excessive, but I wasn't in the mood to complain about flowers. As I mentioned before, there were other things on my mind. "No partridge peas though," she noted.
"Or skunkweed either," Ringo added, slapping May on the back.
"You're all a bunch of idiots," I told them plainly. I knew that they understood me, whether I liked it or not. They knew that it meant that I liked them.
May and Ringo fumbled to put the flowers in a vase while Marta leaned over me, her hands clasped close to her chest. She had that diplomatic look about her, more the way she behaved when doing business than talking to a friend. "Stuart wants to come see you. I hope you don't mind."
Stuart. Oh, boy, did I mind. Because if Stuart came to see me at a time like this, he would spill his guts just like he always did, all mushy and idealistic. He'd tell me how happy he was. He'd ramble on about what a wonderful person I was. I wasn't in the state to handle that. I didn't want anyone to see me blush or stutter or cry. "I- I don't want to see him," I muttered sullenly. It wasn't as if anyone was going to listen to me. If there was one thing I'd learned about Stuart outside of his tendency to come up with the sappiest drivel I'd ever heard it was that he was stubborn as a mule.
"I'll tell him that," Marta answered calmly. She looked thoughtful, as though she were taking my words to heart. Well, for all I knew, maybe Stuart would listen to her. ...He certainly never listened to me.
"Hmm. Thank you then." I didn't really have anything else to say on the matter. What would be, would be. Stuck here in a hospital bed, I'd done all I could about it.
Marta's face began to acquire a somewhat fox-like slyness as she turned back to look at me once more. I had a bad feeling about it... "You like Stuart, don't you?" she asked, her voice low to avoid the attention of the others.
"Are you kidding me?" I scowled back at her. Like I was going to admit to that!
She kept on staring at me, wearing at my resolve as she pinned me down with her eyes. I shuddered. "...Do I have to admit it?"
"You don't have to say a thing," she laughed lightly and turned away.
Day/Theme: Nov. 15, 2008 "but must I confess how I liked him?"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Julian, Marta, May, Ringo, Yu, Stuart
Rating: PG
I wasn't exactly the most honest person when it came to my feelings. Not in public or in the privacy of my own heart. To tell the truth, I was actually a real wimp. And while I was usually able to slink away into the privacy of the infirmary to mull over my thoughts, this time I was stuck in a hospital bed with my clamoring crewmates hanging over me, fussing and laughing and generally being the biggest pain imaginable.
"Julian, you really are as nice of a guy as Stuart was always saying you are," Yu smiled pleasantly.
"We brought you some flowers," May giggled, holding the large bouquet over my bed. It seemed a bit excessive, but I wasn't in the mood to complain about flowers. As I mentioned before, there were other things on my mind. "No partridge peas though," she noted.
"Or skunkweed either," Ringo added, slapping May on the back.
"You're all a bunch of idiots," I told them plainly. I knew that they understood me, whether I liked it or not. They knew that it meant that I liked them.
May and Ringo fumbled to put the flowers in a vase while Marta leaned over me, her hands clasped close to her chest. She had that diplomatic look about her, more the way she behaved when doing business than talking to a friend. "Stuart wants to come see you. I hope you don't mind."
Stuart. Oh, boy, did I mind. Because if Stuart came to see me at a time like this, he would spill his guts just like he always did, all mushy and idealistic. He'd tell me how happy he was. He'd ramble on about what a wonderful person I was. I wasn't in the state to handle that. I didn't want anyone to see me blush or stutter or cry. "I- I don't want to see him," I muttered sullenly. It wasn't as if anyone was going to listen to me. If there was one thing I'd learned about Stuart outside of his tendency to come up with the sappiest drivel I'd ever heard it was that he was stubborn as a mule.
"I'll tell him that," Marta answered calmly. She looked thoughtful, as though she were taking my words to heart. Well, for all I knew, maybe Stuart would listen to her. ...He certainly never listened to me.
"Hmm. Thank you then." I didn't really have anything else to say on the matter. What would be, would be. Stuck here in a hospital bed, I'd done all I could about it.
Marta's face began to acquire a somewhat fox-like slyness as she turned back to look at me once more. I had a bad feeling about it... "You like Stuart, don't you?" she asked, her voice low to avoid the attention of the others.
"Are you kidding me?" I scowled back at her. Like I was going to admit to that!
She kept on staring at me, wearing at my resolve as she pinned me down with her eyes. I shuddered. "...Do I have to admit it?"
"You don't have to say a thing," she laughed lightly and turned away.