send me a ship and a number and i’ll write a short fic
Notes: how about… both?
22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au & 48. meeting again at a high school reunion au
I’m so mad I came here.
I had not seen these people in years, and I never
wanted to. I do not care about them anymore. I saw them in my
newsfeed the rare times I actually procrastinated online – and when
you are a young, promising doctor, such times are really, really
rare – and I saw their stupid pictures of their travels, or their
parties, or their tons of friends, or their weddings, or their ugly
babies. I felt so miserable then, watching the people from my
generation living their lives fully while I sat on my couch, eating
ice-cream and waring pajamas, dreading the next day in which I would
have to work a full-time shift at the hospital.
But I am just finding out that the misery I
experienced then is nothing compared to the one I am
experiencing now, in Naruto’s and Hinata’s wedding reception, as my
ex classmates shove their happiness in my face – quite literally.
“Say hi to auntie Sakura, Inojin-chan!”
It’s so hard not to grimace at the face of the
freakishly-pale baby, currently inches away from mine. “Hiiii,
Inojin-chaaan,” I say in a fake cheerful voice, discreetly leaning
Ino giggles and pulls her one-year-old son back into
her lap. “He’s such a cutie, isn’t he?” she asks before kissing
the top of his blond head. “Also, he is such a good boy! He almost
never cries, he’s so obedient, and he learns so fast! I’m telling
you, Forehead, this kid is fantastic – and he’s all mine!”
As my high school best friend cuddles her weird
child, I glance around the vast, beautiful garden in which this
stupid party is taking place. Most of the faces I see are familiar –
and I hate more than half of them.