a story . . .
Aug. 24th, 2008 04:34 pmDoyle is having to go to a wedding and he realizes at some in the car or at it that he would like to have a someone of his own. . .Bodie (of course).
It's not "Discovered at a Wedding" by Madeline Lee. . .
anyone. . . anyone. . . . bueller?
It's not "Discovered at a Wedding" by Madeline Lee. . .
anyone. . . anyone. . . . bueller?
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Date: 2008-08-25 03:31 am (UTC)Bodie felt a flush of warmth spreading out from somewhere deep within. "What do you want, then?"
"Someone to get into the car with." Doyle spoke so softly that Bodie held the R/T tight to his ear to hear. "On the long drive back to Town, all I could think of was how good it would feel to have some company--not just then, not just there, but all the time, everywhere I turned around. Someone to laugh with when things are good, someone to hold tight when they're not. Someone to share all the little things with, to help bear all the large things, someone I could watch fall asleep beside me, and wake up to in the morning. Someone I could talk to, not have to talk to, agree with, argue with, someone I could rise to the heights with or go through hell with--all of it, everything, good and bad. I want someone to share my life with, all the way up to the stars, and all the way down to the nails on the coffin." Doyle paused. "But mostly, I just want someone to be with on the long drive home."
Not a Very Silent Silent Night by Alexandra (http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/archive/0/nota.html)
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