Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (13/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (13/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,296.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 13 – What Now?
Date: Friday 24th June 2011
Location: Somewhere in London, England
‘How does this look?’
Bonnie held up a long, green silk dress and admired her reflection in the full length mirror. She bit down lightly on her lip, pulling at the fabric and trying to wrap it around herself to get a better idea of how it may look.
From across the room, Emma looked up from flicking through the pages of Vogue and said softly, ‘Nice.’ A second later her attention returned to the article on this seasons shoes and she chewed on her lower lip indignantly. Saying she was distracted was an understatement.
‘Emma… you need to forget about it,’ Bonnie murmured, sensing her distress. ‘No one cares anymore. What happened was weeks ago.’
Shaking her head, she closed the magazine with a heavy sigh and then pushed it aside, reaching for her glass of wine instead. ‘I care though,’ she whispered. ‘I understand that everyone else will have forgotten about it by now, but I haven’t and I feel so stupid for letting it get out of hand the way it did.’ She closed her eyes. ‘You saw how much of an idiot I made of myself.’
Placing the dress down on the end of the bed, Bonnie sighed and sat down next to her. ‘You didn’t make an idiot of yourself, Em, Rupert did,’ she argued. ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’
Emma dropped her head down, choosing to look at her hands instead of her friend. ‘But it’s my fault,’ she said. ‘He never would have got into that mess in the first place if it wasn’t for me.’
‘Look, I know that I have no idea what’s going on with you guys,’ Bonnie began, ‘and I know that you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I still think you’re getting worked up over nothing.’
Emma wanted to argue, even though she knew that Bonnie had hit the nail right on the head. When it came to her and Rupert, she didn’t back down easily, especially when no one knew anything about their relationship. How could anyone possibly judge when they didn’t even know what was going on? Quite simply, they couldn’t, nor would they ever be able to. The chances of things working out between them now were very, very slim. She had no idea where to even start on making things right and wasn’t that his job anyway?
‘This isn’t nothing, Bon,’ she whispered, raking her hands through her hair and only becoming more distressed.
Bonnie frowned and placed her hand over Emma’s in comfort. ‘So tell me then,’ she urged. ‘Whatever it is, I promise I won’t think any less of you – of either or you. You’re both too important to me for that.’
Drawing in a deep breath, Emma hid her face behind her hair as she felt burning tears stinging her eyes. ‘I wish I could…’
A short silence followed, in which Bonnie hugged her close. Then, as she pulled away, she whispered, ‘Whenever you’re ready OK, you know where I am.’
She nodded in response, lifting her hands to wipe away unshed tears. ‘Hadn’t you better decide what you’re wearing?’ she asked with a shaky laugh, checking her watch. ‘We need to be leaving soon if you want to be on time.’
With a smile, Bonnie got back to her feet and picked up the dress once more. ‘So, go on, be honest. What do you think?’
Emma beamed, forcing the smile. ‘I think you’ll look beautiful,’ was all she said.
-
Rupert really hated women sometimes, fact. They spent hours preening; doing their make-up, curling their hair, picking out an outfit, and then going and doing everything over again because it wasn’t perfect the first time around. Perfection was overrated.
It was a little known fact that Emma looked one hundred times better without makeup and ruffled up hair. Aimée on the other hand, looked strange without because it just seemed to be a part of her, like war paint or something – she couldn’t go out onto the battlefield without it.
Currently his girlfriend was trying to execute something bizarre with a set of crimping irons. He had no idea what, nor did he care. He just knew that she looked fine before so, in his opinion, it seemed like an awful lot of faffing around for no reason. Emma had been known to take forever to get ready, too, but this – this – was verging on the ridiculous.
‘Are you ready yet?’ he asked, holding back a heavy sigh.
Aimée shook her head, back combing another piece of hair. ‘You can’t rush perfection,’ she said.
There was that word again… perfection. He refused to believe anything in this world could be perfect, no matter how many times you brushed it or how many layers you slapped on. You couldn’t possibly say anything was perfect because there would always be something that came along and topped it.’
‘Just one more minute-‘ (one more hour more like) ‘-and I’ll be done.’
Sure enough, it was another twenty minutes before they were ready to go and Rupert chased Aimée out of the flat before she could even think about putting on lipstick. Unfortunately she thought of it as soon as she sat down and demanded they go back. Rupert ended up having to pin her to the seat before she attempted to jump out of the moving cab.
She amazed him sometimes… and not in a good way either.
‘Come on.’ He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cab as soon as they arrived. ‘We’re late enough already. Dan will think we got lost, which would be really embarrassing actually, so spare me the humiliation, please.’
Aimée huffed and puffed a bit, but got out of the car regardless and checked her hair in the wing mirror. Both Rupert and the cab driver rolled their eyes, exchanging a glance.
‘Do you have to rush me?’ Aimée hissed upon reaching the doors.
‘When you’ve already taken three hours to get ready, yes I do,’ he responded simply, tugging her inside.
-
Emma had hopped out of the cab twenty minutes ago and had been stood on the curb outside the restaurant ever since. She let a breath go, rubbing at her arms in the ever growing chill, gooseflesh appearing. The weather had been lovely all day, but now darkness was setting in, so came a cool wind and a cardigan.
David should have met her fifteen minutes ago. He’d been so persistent on the phone that the possibility of him being late hadn’t even crossed her mind. Someone like him screamed punctuality, he shouldn’t be leaving her standing around this way.
Ten minutes later when she’d pretty much given up and decided to head on inside, he came racing down the street, out of breath and his cheeks rosy red. ‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry!’ he panted. ‘There was an accident a couple of streets back, everything’s in complete and utter gridlock, no one can move.’
She decided this was a fair excuse and nodded, taking his arm as he offered it. ‘Well, you’re here now and that’s all that matters,’ she cooed, sounding very unlike herself.
Was she using David purely to make Rupert jealous? Of course she was, but David was so in love with her that the likelihood of him realising was very small. He’d never exactly been the most observant of people and in all honesty, she never imagined she’d ever stoop this low either, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she was not going to lose Rupert to Aimée.
Even though she had broken things off for the time being, it didn’t mean she’d stopped fighting for him. Rupert would always be worth fighting for, no matter what.
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,296.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Chapter 13 – What Now?
Date: Friday 24th June 2011
Location: Somewhere in London, England
‘How does this look?’
Bonnie held up a long, green silk dress and admired her reflection in the full length mirror. She bit down lightly on her lip, pulling at the fabric and trying to wrap it around herself to get a better idea of how it may look.
From across the room, Emma looked up from flicking through the pages of Vogue and said softly, ‘Nice.’ A second later her attention returned to the article on this seasons shoes and she chewed on her lower lip indignantly. Saying she was distracted was an understatement.
‘Emma… you need to forget about it,’ Bonnie murmured, sensing her distress. ‘No one cares anymore. What happened was weeks ago.’
Shaking her head, she closed the magazine with a heavy sigh and then pushed it aside, reaching for her glass of wine instead. ‘I care though,’ she whispered. ‘I understand that everyone else will have forgotten about it by now, but I haven’t and I feel so stupid for letting it get out of hand the way it did.’ She closed her eyes. ‘You saw how much of an idiot I made of myself.’
Placing the dress down on the end of the bed, Bonnie sighed and sat down next to her. ‘You didn’t make an idiot of yourself, Em, Rupert did,’ she argued. ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’
Emma dropped her head down, choosing to look at her hands instead of her friend. ‘But it’s my fault,’ she said. ‘He never would have got into that mess in the first place if it wasn’t for me.’
‘Look, I know that I have no idea what’s going on with you guys,’ Bonnie began, ‘and I know that you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I still think you’re getting worked up over nothing.’
Emma wanted to argue, even though she knew that Bonnie had hit the nail right on the head. When it came to her and Rupert, she didn’t back down easily, especially when no one knew anything about their relationship. How could anyone possibly judge when they didn’t even know what was going on? Quite simply, they couldn’t, nor would they ever be able to. The chances of things working out between them now were very, very slim. She had no idea where to even start on making things right and wasn’t that his job anyway?
‘This isn’t nothing, Bon,’ she whispered, raking her hands through her hair and only becoming more distressed.
Bonnie frowned and placed her hand over Emma’s in comfort. ‘So tell me then,’ she urged. ‘Whatever it is, I promise I won’t think any less of you – of either or you. You’re both too important to me for that.’
Drawing in a deep breath, Emma hid her face behind her hair as she felt burning tears stinging her eyes. ‘I wish I could…’
A short silence followed, in which Bonnie hugged her close. Then, as she pulled away, she whispered, ‘Whenever you’re ready OK, you know where I am.’
She nodded in response, lifting her hands to wipe away unshed tears. ‘Hadn’t you better decide what you’re wearing?’ she asked with a shaky laugh, checking her watch. ‘We need to be leaving soon if you want to be on time.’
With a smile, Bonnie got back to her feet and picked up the dress once more. ‘So, go on, be honest. What do you think?’
Emma beamed, forcing the smile. ‘I think you’ll look beautiful,’ was all she said.
-
Rupert really hated women sometimes, fact. They spent hours preening; doing their make-up, curling their hair, picking out an outfit, and then going and doing everything over again because it wasn’t perfect the first time around. Perfection was overrated.
It was a little known fact that Emma looked one hundred times better without makeup and ruffled up hair. Aimée on the other hand, looked strange without because it just seemed to be a part of her, like war paint or something – she couldn’t go out onto the battlefield without it.
Currently his girlfriend was trying to execute something bizarre with a set of crimping irons. He had no idea what, nor did he care. He just knew that she looked fine before so, in his opinion, it seemed like an awful lot of faffing around for no reason. Emma had been known to take forever to get ready, too, but this – this – was verging on the ridiculous.
‘Are you ready yet?’ he asked, holding back a heavy sigh.
Aimée shook her head, back combing another piece of hair. ‘You can’t rush perfection,’ she said.
There was that word again… perfection. He refused to believe anything in this world could be perfect, no matter how many times you brushed it or how many layers you slapped on. You couldn’t possibly say anything was perfect because there would always be something that came along and topped it.’
‘Just one more minute-‘ (one more hour more like) ‘-and I’ll be done.’
Sure enough, it was another twenty minutes before they were ready to go and Rupert chased Aimée out of the flat before she could even think about putting on lipstick. Unfortunately she thought of it as soon as she sat down and demanded they go back. Rupert ended up having to pin her to the seat before she attempted to jump out of the moving cab.
She amazed him sometimes… and not in a good way either.
‘Come on.’ He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cab as soon as they arrived. ‘We’re late enough already. Dan will think we got lost, which would be really embarrassing actually, so spare me the humiliation, please.’
Aimée huffed and puffed a bit, but got out of the car regardless and checked her hair in the wing mirror. Both Rupert and the cab driver rolled their eyes, exchanging a glance.
‘Do you have to rush me?’ Aimée hissed upon reaching the doors.
‘When you’ve already taken three hours to get ready, yes I do,’ he responded simply, tugging her inside.
-
Emma had hopped out of the cab twenty minutes ago and had been stood on the curb outside the restaurant ever since. She let a breath go, rubbing at her arms in the ever growing chill, gooseflesh appearing. The weather had been lovely all day, but now darkness was setting in, so came a cool wind and a cardigan.
David should have met her fifteen minutes ago. He’d been so persistent on the phone that the possibility of him being late hadn’t even crossed her mind. Someone like him screamed punctuality, he shouldn’t be leaving her standing around this way.
Ten minutes later when she’d pretty much given up and decided to head on inside, he came racing down the street, out of breath and his cheeks rosy red. ‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry!’ he panted. ‘There was an accident a couple of streets back, everything’s in complete and utter gridlock, no one can move.’
She decided this was a fair excuse and nodded, taking his arm as he offered it. ‘Well, you’re here now and that’s all that matters,’ she cooed, sounding very unlike herself.
Was she using David purely to make Rupert jealous? Of course she was, but David was so in love with her that the likelihood of him realising was very small. He’d never exactly been the most observant of people and in all honesty, she never imagined she’d ever stoop this low either, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she was not going to lose Rupert to Aimée.
Even though she had broken things off for the time being, it didn’t mean she’d stopped fighting for him. Rupert would always be worth fighting for, no matter what.
.x.
