The party metaphor...

Dude. It's the Party metaphor! Otherwise known as the sweetest, most Josh, description of romantic fears, ever.

But then Josh leans closer again, his eyes shadowed, and Sam is still sinking. "I want to go to the party. But I have this feeling that if I go, I'll have to leave early."

A shiver creeps up Sam's spine. He runs a hand through his hair and asks, "Why would you have to leave early?"

"I left my coffeemaker on!" Josh snorts. "That's not the point I'm aiming at, okay? Are you with me here?"

Their eyes lock then, and Sam wants to look away, but he doesn't dare. "Yes," he says slowly. "I think I am."

"I go to the party," Josh says, shifting his weight around in the chair. "And then I'm there and I'm having a great time, maybe--maybe the time of my life. At the party. I'm not going to want to leave. But the coffeemaker's on, or the clock strikes midnight, and I'll have to go. So I keep telling myself, the wise thing is, don't go to the party. The problem never happens if I just stay home. Right?"

Sam's ashamed of himself for feeling abruptly short of breath, like he's taken a hit to the solar plexus. Like he's stumped by the cleverness of the little metaphor. Say something. Say something.

Josh looks anxious, even scared, the usual defenses lowered. "Right?" he repeats.

And Sam knows exactly what to say. He stands up and slides his hands into his pockets, and waits for one more contemplative beat before he asks, "Who said you had to leave the party alone?"

I love these boys so much. *happy sigh* I mean, they're just adorable. Flawed, sweet, just a little broken and absolutely wonderful.

You know how you look at a fic, and think the title sounds familiar and you think you've read it? Then you read it and get wowed all over again at just how good it is? That's been me tonight with "You & Me of the 10,000 Wars". Just so good that it makes me so glad to be part of fandom. *g*

I need to remember to send feedback for it tomorrow.

Nighty night, all.

tboy's gone, so I won't bitch to her about QC. I'm sure I'm just in a dodgy mood, and it'll be fine. Anyway, bed.

And, I'm going out to dinner with work tomorrow, so I may not be online tomorrow night. Hmmm... but this homework's going to be due Thursday, so it'd be a really good thing if I actually, like, got it done sometime. *cringes*

Morning update

I'm busy at work today, but things should be relatively fine.

Officially, I want an icon saying "I'm better than a GlowWorm. Slodwick says so." and "Leo says I'm a cracker jack".

Hee! It's all about me at the moment. *bg*

*grrrr*

( What a petty, pouting, immature little cow! )

Gotta go!

Woo hoo!

We've got to 4pm, and it's a case of what hasn't been done now, won't get done. Ahhh.... the sweet relief of limited responsiblity. *g*

I found that I had snacks and soup left over from Friday, so I'm finally having lunch. (Good idea because I've only been eating chocolate cream biscuits today, and as well as they go with adrenaline, the stress is wearing off and I need food.)

Didn't get a lunch break today, so I'm just going to take this half hour to catch up on LJ and email.