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[notaballad]

A surprise anniversary present for Peter...

Left on his pillow, along with a handwritten, glitter gel pen note...


"One year ago today, I met a confused young man who couldn't remember falling asleep. I was intrigued and a little bit 'wtf' but I stuck around, got to know him.

It's been a wild ride, and I know you don't remember a lot, but I'm glad you're still here. ♥ Des"

He also added a date, "3-9-10" but mun forgot to write that on it...

Comments

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Michael.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[is genuinely surprised and smiles softly, nodding] Yeah. You do remember him... I mean, I know that he's not the real you either...

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

No, I don't remember. You were thinking about him.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[blinks, eyebrows lifting] Oh. That's right. You read minds.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I try not to, but the name "Michael" came out really strong.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[blushes and smiles sheepishly] He was my boyfriend.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

...Oh. [and look at that, the subway stopped. Peter's getting off]

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[frowns slightly at Peter's tone, and he quickly follows, afraid he's said something wrong] Peter...

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[standing on the sidewalk looking broody]

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[licks his lips and stops beside Peter, shoving his hands into his coat pockets] I didn't know about the Dollhouse then... I met Peter, and I asked him out. We went out and halfway through the date, he told me that he was really Michael, that he'd been hired to play Peter. I was confused but intrigued and...went along with it, and then...the Dollhouse interferred.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

It wasn't me, Des. Michael, Kilo.... They aren't me.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

I know that, Peter. I'm not trying to say that they are -- were, whatever.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I just don't really know you that well, Des. And... you don't know me. It feels awkward.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to be awkward... I don't... I want to know you. Tell me what I have to do to make this less awkward.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I don't know. This is our first date, so... let's just go from there.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

Okay. [smiles softly] Doma's is on 17th and 7th. The next block.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right. [heads that way, blushing awkwardly]

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[smiles and follows after him, hands in his pockets] So, I know you're thinking about being a paramedic...which means you care about people. What else do you like?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Reading, baseball, animals... oh, and flying. I love to fly.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

What kind of books do you read? [grins] What guy doesn't like baseball? Flying, huh? Are you a pilot?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

My brother was a pilot in the Navy. That, and the whole Peter Pan thing... I've just always loved the idea of flying.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. [grins] Peter Pan, huh? Jude's a musician. Jazz. We used to be in choir together at our church, but eh, Jude was better. [that, and Des wanted Jude to have one area where he wasn't constantly measured against Des...]

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

People were always comparing me to Nathan. He's twelve years older than me.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[nods] People have always compared Jude and me because we're identical. [smiles and opens the door to Doma] After you...

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[steps inside, looking around with interest]

Nice choice, Des.