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Title: The Conversation
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@earthlink)
Date: 3/27/05
Rating: PG
Authors notes: Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any
implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on
either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy (Queer As Folk) RPS
Complete: yes
The Conversation
“Hey, it’s me.”
“...”
“Please don’t sigh like that.”
“You’re killing me, here.”
“I know. No more than I’m dying, though, without you.”
“The show’s over. We agreed. We’re moving on.”
“Yeah, about that...”
“...”
“How’s that going for you? Cos you know, it’s really not going for me.
Like, at all.”
“You can’t keep calling like this, it’s too hard.”
“You didn’t have to pick up, right? Don’t you have caller I.D.?”
“Yeah, but...”
“So, you couldn’t not talk to me, either, could you?”
“...”
“Tell me, please, god, can’t you?”
“Ok. I couldn’t not talk to you, either.”
“...”
“This has to stop.”
“I’m open to ideas.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t-"
“Don’t. Please don’t say whatever it is you’re about to say because
it’s going to break my heart and I didn’t think it was possible for my heart
to break anymore than it is right now, but it will even more if you say it.
Ok?”
“...”
“Ok, now you’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not. It’s just the way you said it, like it was all one long word.”
“That’s `cos I’m afraid you’ll hang up on me and I want to get
everything in before you do.”
“Have I ever hung up on you?”
“Yeah, once, when we were arguing about that thing a few years ago,
remember?”
“Oh my god, I do remember. I’d forgotten.”
“I haven’t forgotten anything.”
“You’re fucking killing me...”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“What, like I’ve ever been able to stop you doing that?”
“I’m in town.”
“Oh holy fuck.”
“I know. Not my choice, though, something I had to do for this part I got.
Some publicity thing, the photographer is here.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Don’t freak out, ok?”
“Are you kidding me? You’re in town and I shouldn’t freak out?”
“Please.”
“Oh holy fuck.”
“It’s ok. It’s alright. Look, it’ll be ok, ok? If you don’t want to
see me- if you can’t- then ok. Say it and I’ll hang up and I won’t try to
see you.”
“...”
“Say it and I’ll hang up, ok? I promise.”
“...”
“Thank god. Can I? Come by? It’s so hard to be in the same city with you and
not touch you. Can I?”
“Will you...”
“What? Ask me.”
“Are you going to… stay the night? Because if you’re not, then stay away,
I can’t do that with you anymore, that casual shit, it hurts too much.”
“I’ll stay.”
“...”
“I will. Please.”
“...”
“Please. I love you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Go on to An Hour Later (part 2)
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