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mkrobinsonTitle: Love
Fandom: Sweet Valley University
Universe: Set during You're Not My Sister
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: T
Warning: none
Word Count: 346
Summary: “She’s mourning him,” she corrected. “Haven’t you ever mourned?”
“Why do we do this?” Elizabeth asked, leaning in for a kiss. “We both know it’s never going to work.”
Mike shrugged. “You don’t know that,” he said, voice brimming with confidence. “Maybe she won’t even care. She’s all into that Nick guy.”
“She’s mourning him,” she corrected. “Haven’t you ever mourned?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be Jessica’s fault that their relationship wouldn’t last, Mike thought to himself, mood darkening.
“I loved her,” he told Elizabeth. “And I mourned for what we had. What I thought we had. And what I knew we didn’t.”
“Whom? Val?”
He let out a snort. “I didn’t love Val,” he said. He was never going to escape that misconception around the Wakefield family, was he? “But I loved her.”
“Who was it? You can tell me!”
Mike shook his head. “I can’t,” he muttered, remembering just how horrible his shiny new girlfriend had been to him during their marriage. “We both know this is never going to work.”
Elizabeth stared up at him, her blue-green eyes exactly like hers. “You don’t know that,” she breathed. “It could be our little secret.”
He closed his eyes, rather involuntarily, at her choice of phrase.
“I’ve already played that role with you lot,” he said roughly. “I’m not going to do it again.”
She at least had the sense to look vaguely guilty, even though Mike didn’t think she looked guilty enough. “But--”
“Don’t you think this would kill your sister?” Mike asked lightly. “Don’t you think she misses you? Imagine how mad your parents would get if they knew where you were at night.” He let out a barking laugh. “I can’t do this again. Not with you, not with her, not even with Steven.”
The Steven bit had been a joke, but Elizabeth had gone sheet white at the thought. Mike groaned.
“You don’t love me,” he told her. “And I don’t love you. I’m not going to be your pawn against Jessica. I'm not going to play your game. You were the one who said it wasn't going to work.”
Fandom: Sweet Valley University
Universe: Set during You're Not My Sister
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: T
Warning: none
Word Count: 346
Summary: “She’s mourning him,” she corrected. “Haven’t you ever mourned?”
“Why do we do this?” Elizabeth asked, leaning in for a kiss. “We both know it’s never going to work.”
Mike shrugged. “You don’t know that,” he said, voice brimming with confidence. “Maybe she won’t even care. She’s all into that Nick guy.”
“She’s mourning him,” she corrected. “Haven’t you ever mourned?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be Jessica’s fault that their relationship wouldn’t last, Mike thought to himself, mood darkening.
“I loved her,” he told Elizabeth. “And I mourned for what we had. What I thought we had. And what I knew we didn’t.”
“Whom? Val?”
He let out a snort. “I didn’t love Val,” he said. He was never going to escape that misconception around the Wakefield family, was he? “But I loved her.”
“Who was it? You can tell me!”
Mike shook his head. “I can’t,” he muttered, remembering just how horrible his shiny new girlfriend had been to him during their marriage. “We both know this is never going to work.”
Elizabeth stared up at him, her blue-green eyes exactly like hers. “You don’t know that,” she breathed. “It could be our little secret.”
He closed his eyes, rather involuntarily, at her choice of phrase.
“I’ve already played that role with you lot,” he said roughly. “I’m not going to do it again.”
She at least had the sense to look vaguely guilty, even though Mike didn’t think she looked guilty enough. “But--”
“Don’t you think this would kill your sister?” Mike asked lightly. “Don’t you think she misses you? Imagine how mad your parents would get if they knew where you were at night.” He let out a barking laugh. “I can’t do this again. Not with you, not with her, not even with Steven.”
The Steven bit had been a joke, but Elizabeth had gone sheet white at the thought. Mike groaned.
“You don’t love me,” he told her. “And I don’t love you. I’m not going to be your pawn against Jessica. I'm not going to play your game. You were the one who said it wasn't going to work.”
