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Okay, I decided to rewoke icebear again.
This journal will be used for posting my older stories
(I had some of them on fandomination.net but took them down out of personal reasons) and my new stuff.
The following storry was written in January.
Title: Plans
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: swimming
Pairing: Klete Keller/Tom Malchow
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It's RPS. This is fiction: I don't know them, don't own them. It's not real.
Note: This is set in 2003, in March, it's Klete's birthday... It's proably a bit sappy. And it is not really betaed (sorry.).
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olympic_slash, swim_fiction
Plans
That certainly isn’t going the way he had planned it.
And he had planned it all out. In every detail just to be sure that nothing would go wrong.
But now sitting on a pool deck with a giant green-blue and purple two stock birthday cake next him and with no one being there was something he really, really had wanted to avoid.
Of course it had to end like this. His plans always took a turn not much appreciate by him. He always whether ended up alone somewhere or things crashed, got broken or simply went into a complete opposite direction from what was planned.
He just couldn’t help being a dork like that.
And still he had to plan everything.
This time he had just wanted to surprise someone of his club. A friend, whose birthday had been two days ago. And because it was a tradition that on a training free Sunday a little party was being held at the pool deck he had thought it would be cool to have a cake as a surprise.
He had planned it all out, when the cake would arrive, when he and the others presumably would be there and how his friend would look when he would see the cake.
What he hadn’t planned was that he would be sitting on an empty pool deck for three hours with a cake next to him and no one showing up.
It is so like him.
Sticking his finger out he let it slide through the purple icing not caring anymore that it wasn’t his cake or that it was supposed to stay untouched until someone would show up. Because honestly, he had given up on that at least ten minutes earlier.
Thinking about if he has missed something, some changes in the tradition and if so why no one told him then or if something has happened, he slides more icing from the cake. It actually tastes pretty good.
It is so much like him. Ending up eating a birthday cake alone on an empty pool deck and not even knowing why he is still here and hasn’t left hours ago.
And that on his own birthday.
He swallows the cake together with a lump forming in his throat. He should be used to it by know and he tries to convince himself that he is.
He never would have thought that he would feel this left out here as well.
He always thought it would be different from where he had come from. Most of the time it was and is, most of the time he doesn’t feel lonely or left out.
But there are days when he knows that he doesn’t belong here, when he wonders where he actually belongs. Today was one of those.
Sure he has Tom. And he somehow belongs to him. But he can’t just convince himself that this is really his place. That this is a permanent place where no one is pushing him out again.
His parents had called this morning to tell him to come home next weekend so they could have a nice party at his sister’s birthday. Nothing else had they said.
Not anyone had called or had left a message.
Maybe he should have taken on Tom’s invitation over to his house. Yesterday Tom had asked him if you could come over today or better had insisted on him coming. He had said he would but this morning had just simply forgot it.
Remembering that now he looks on his watch. It is too late anyway.
Well, Tom hadn’t called. Which hurt more than his parents not saying anything. Tom of all people. His friend around here, the person he could rely on most of the time. Well, now he really asks himself where he belongs.
Digging into the cake with all of his fingers he smiles slightly feeling like five again. It tastes so sweet and it’s the right thing he needs now. Sugar was always some kind of refuge for him.
Hoping his coach won’t find out he grabs more of the cake.
He is halfway through it when he hears something. Voices in the locker room coming nearer.
Wondering briefly if he should care he decides almost instantly that he doesn’t. Spending his birthday alone isn’t something he hasn’t done in the past. Okay, this time it’s involuntarily but mostly the same.
The voices enter the pool deck and die all of a sudden.
And he only has a second to figure pout that at least 5 people are staring at him in amazement, shock, anger and most evidently relief. And then he is drawn into a bear-like hug and is lifted of his Indian style sitting position.
"Klete, what the hell are you doing here all alone? I told you to come over to my place.”
Tom is looking at him. A bit pale and a lot of concern in his eyes.
"What’s wrong?", he asks Tom still not really getting what’s going on.
Tom shakes his head and smiles a bit. "We were waiting for you. To start the party."
"Oh, I thought we would have Chris’ party here. You know, as always. Tradition. I bought a cake. But I think the surprise is gone now. I messed up again." He looks down on the half eaten cake and almost squeaks in surprise when Tom just kisses him deeply.
"Not Chris’ party. Yours. It’s your party. At my house. Oh Klete, I am so damn sorry."
Later that night when Tom and he are alone, sitting in the living room, Tom looks at him.
"You thought we had forgotten your birthday?"
"No one called. I never got a surprise party before, so I never even got the idea of one. I am a dork I know. My plan was good though."
Tom smiles, a bit sad, and nods.
"Yeah, the cake was cool." Tom pulls him close. "It almost broke my heart seeing you sitting there on the pool deck eating that cake all alone. You looked so damn lost and lonely. I am sorry. I thought I’d be making it better."
"You are."
"Am I really? Because I don’t think I am making a good job then."
He takes Tom’s face in his hands, kisses him. "You are making it better for me. You are here. You did all that for me, got my parents here. You were looking for me, knew where I was."
"But you are lonely."
"Not with you."
Tom nods, not really satisfied he can tell but for now it is enough.
He will curse himself for his stupidity tomorrow.
Now he just wants to be held close. Maybe this is really the place where he belongs. Tom’s arms, wherever they are.
But he really should learn to make plans that work out in a better way.
End.
This journal will be used for posting my older stories
(I had some of them on fandomination.net but took them down out of personal reasons) and my new stuff.
The following storry was written in January.
Title: Plans
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: swimming
Pairing: Klete Keller/Tom Malchow
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It's RPS. This is fiction: I don't know them, don't own them. It's not real.
Note: This is set in 2003, in March, it's Klete's birthday... It's proably a bit sappy. And it is not really betaed (sorry.).
cross-posted:
olympic_slash, swim_fictionPlans
That certainly isn’t going the way he had planned it.
And he had planned it all out. In every detail just to be sure that nothing would go wrong.
But now sitting on a pool deck with a giant green-blue and purple two stock birthday cake next him and with no one being there was something he really, really had wanted to avoid.
Of course it had to end like this. His plans always took a turn not much appreciate by him. He always whether ended up alone somewhere or things crashed, got broken or simply went into a complete opposite direction from what was planned.
He just couldn’t help being a dork like that.
And still he had to plan everything.
This time he had just wanted to surprise someone of his club. A friend, whose birthday had been two days ago. And because it was a tradition that on a training free Sunday a little party was being held at the pool deck he had thought it would be cool to have a cake as a surprise.
He had planned it all out, when the cake would arrive, when he and the others presumably would be there and how his friend would look when he would see the cake.
What he hadn’t planned was that he would be sitting on an empty pool deck for three hours with a cake next to him and no one showing up.
It is so like him.
Sticking his finger out he let it slide through the purple icing not caring anymore that it wasn’t his cake or that it was supposed to stay untouched until someone would show up. Because honestly, he had given up on that at least ten minutes earlier.
Thinking about if he has missed something, some changes in the tradition and if so why no one told him then or if something has happened, he slides more icing from the cake. It actually tastes pretty good.
It is so much like him. Ending up eating a birthday cake alone on an empty pool deck and not even knowing why he is still here and hasn’t left hours ago.
And that on his own birthday.
He swallows the cake together with a lump forming in his throat. He should be used to it by know and he tries to convince himself that he is.
He never would have thought that he would feel this left out here as well.
He always thought it would be different from where he had come from. Most of the time it was and is, most of the time he doesn’t feel lonely or left out.
But there are days when he knows that he doesn’t belong here, when he wonders where he actually belongs. Today was one of those.
Sure he has Tom. And he somehow belongs to him. But he can’t just convince himself that this is really his place. That this is a permanent place where no one is pushing him out again.
His parents had called this morning to tell him to come home next weekend so they could have a nice party at his sister’s birthday. Nothing else had they said.
Not anyone had called or had left a message.
Maybe he should have taken on Tom’s invitation over to his house. Yesterday Tom had asked him if you could come over today or better had insisted on him coming. He had said he would but this morning had just simply forgot it.
Remembering that now he looks on his watch. It is too late anyway.
Well, Tom hadn’t called. Which hurt more than his parents not saying anything. Tom of all people. His friend around here, the person he could rely on most of the time. Well, now he really asks himself where he belongs.
Digging into the cake with all of his fingers he smiles slightly feeling like five again. It tastes so sweet and it’s the right thing he needs now. Sugar was always some kind of refuge for him.
Hoping his coach won’t find out he grabs more of the cake.
He is halfway through it when he hears something. Voices in the locker room coming nearer.
Wondering briefly if he should care he decides almost instantly that he doesn’t. Spending his birthday alone isn’t something he hasn’t done in the past. Okay, this time it’s involuntarily but mostly the same.
The voices enter the pool deck and die all of a sudden.
And he only has a second to figure pout that at least 5 people are staring at him in amazement, shock, anger and most evidently relief. And then he is drawn into a bear-like hug and is lifted of his Indian style sitting position.
"Klete, what the hell are you doing here all alone? I told you to come over to my place.”
Tom is looking at him. A bit pale and a lot of concern in his eyes.
"What’s wrong?", he asks Tom still not really getting what’s going on.
Tom shakes his head and smiles a bit. "We were waiting for you. To start the party."
"Oh, I thought we would have Chris’ party here. You know, as always. Tradition. I bought a cake. But I think the surprise is gone now. I messed up again." He looks down on the half eaten cake and almost squeaks in surprise when Tom just kisses him deeply.
"Not Chris’ party. Yours. It’s your party. At my house. Oh Klete, I am so damn sorry."
Later that night when Tom and he are alone, sitting in the living room, Tom looks at him.
"You thought we had forgotten your birthday?"
"No one called. I never got a surprise party before, so I never even got the idea of one. I am a dork I know. My plan was good though."
Tom smiles, a bit sad, and nods.
"Yeah, the cake was cool." Tom pulls him close. "It almost broke my heart seeing you sitting there on the pool deck eating that cake all alone. You looked so damn lost and lonely. I am sorry. I thought I’d be making it better."
"You are."
"Am I really? Because I don’t think I am making a good job then."
He takes Tom’s face in his hands, kisses him. "You are making it better for me. You are here. You did all that for me, got my parents here. You were looking for me, knew where I was."
"But you are lonely."
"Not with you."
Tom nods, not really satisfied he can tell but for now it is enough.
He will curse himself for his stupidity tomorrow.
Now he just wants to be held close. Maybe this is really the place where he belongs. Tom’s arms, wherever they are.
But he really should learn to make plans that work out in a better way.
End.
