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Fic with the Best Musical Use
Title: Love Letters
Author: jake17
Rating: Adult
Disclosure: I own nothing Roswell
Parings: M/L
Summary: Thinking that love has passed her by Liz meets a handsome stranger, he soon disappears out of her life until one day she receives a letter in the mail that will change everything.
Author's Note: Song "At Last" by Etta James
Chapter 1.
I can’t believe I’m here.
This is just too surreal.
There is something profoundly pathetic about being an over thirty maid of honor without a date at your best friend’s wedding.
I awkwardly pull at my strapless long snug torturously uncomfortable gown as Mr. Grabby hands makes his way over to me …again.
You guessed it the other pathetic over thirty groomsmen without a date has set his sights on me.
Sighing I lean up against the wall as my best friend’s bran new husband sings Billy Joel’s “I love you just the way you are.” Is it wrong to hope for a quick death?
Maybe if I’m lucky one of these huge chandeliers will break free from the ceiling and fall on my head or a bolt of lightening will coming crashing threw the open French doors and release me from this romantic nightmare.
Please don’t get me wrong or misunderstand me. I am not jealous of Maria’s wedded bliss nor do I wish them anything but a lifetime of happiness, it’s just that well…I’m starting to wonder where the hell my bliss is.
I am so freakin blissless!
As I look around the room at all the married or engaged or shacking up couples I can’t help but think to myself …why not me?
I mean look at me! I’m attractive …not bombshell Angelina Jolie attractive but not half bad. I’m educated, working. People have referred to me as funny or at the very least entertaining.
So will someone tell me where it all went wrong?
I guess I should give you a little background before I continue my pity party… just so you understand my deep frustration.
You see I’m not just at any wedding. I’m the maid of honor of my best friend Maria. We have been friends since the forth grade, and all of the bridesmaids are friends from high school and college.
And they are all (you guessed it) very happily married. Excuse me I just gagged a little there.
So at age thirty I guess you could say this is kind of a reunion, a very depressing reunion.
You see back in high school I dated a sweet innocent boy named Greg. Now everyone loved Greg, he was the captain of the football team drove the red muscle car was the life at every keg party. Yes everybody loved Greg, especially the girls.
It wasn’t long before Gregory went from sweet and innocent to egotistical and a cheater.
Now we all had immature boyfriends in high school and college only my friends were smart or strong enough to move on from their puppy love crushes to the responsible hardworking loving men that eventually became their husbands.
Everyone that is except me.
Yes I hung onto good old Gregory for years convinced that he was my soul mate (does anyone else hate that word?)
In fact it was only after several affairs and many breakups that I finally saw the light or more to the truth the number thirty on my birthday cake.
I guess that was my breaking point.
Suddenly I saw my life speeding by me and I wasn’t in the car. No I was on the side of the road with my thumb out jumping up and down waiting for a ride watching as all the other cars rush by me on their way to wedding ceremonies new houses and babies.
Not that I’m ready for babies but you get the picture.
Now Maria is the greatest … no really she is. She’s always been there for me and if anyone deserves life long happiness it’s her.
And let me tell you she found it. She married her best friend Michael. Both being successful lawyers and in their thirties they decided to have the weddings to end all weddings.
Do you remember the movie Meet Joe Black? Well I am standing in the exact mansion that was filmed in the movie… I kid you not people. Now I’m not a fan of Mr. Asshole Pitt after what he did to Jennifer Aniston but still this place is freakin gorgeous!
It of course sits right on the ocean in Provincetown Rhode Island. It seriously couldn’t be more romantic, there’s even a full moon resting high above the ocean. Maybe rich people can arrange that …I’m not sure.
The entire scene is straight out of a movie with Sinatra playing and champagne flowing it’s enough to make a single girl take a razor to her wrist. Well not literally but I feel like I have to be dramatic to keep your interest.
Are you still with me?
There has to be at least three hundred people here. All of which are standing in awe as Michael sings away to Maria who is welling up as we speak.
Everyone that is except Mr. Grabby hands, let me explain.
Mr. Grabby hands or Eugene is Maria’s very good friend from law school. She loves him, unfortunately he loves me … a little too much. But like I said she loves him so I am forced to be very polite and not hurt his feelings…even though I want to literally break his legs at this point.
He has been following me around ever since we left the church, for some reason he feels like he has been automatically assigned as my escort.
He continually proves this by grabbing me around the waist or other places as much as he can while trying to pull me into dark corners or empty rooms, hence the name grabby hands. I’m afraid the open bar with the steady flow of drinks has not helped my situation.
From what I can tell we are the only two people who have come without dates and he is bound and determined to change all that.
Oh lord here he comes again.
“Liz I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
Just then the crowd goes wild with applause as Michael ends his butchering of one of the most romantic songs ever and pulls Maria into his arms.
This is my chance to make a break for it.
I attempt to push threw the crowd to hug Maria and Michael with Grabby hands hot on my heels
Along the way I’m showered with laughter and rolling eyes by my old friends that think this is just hysterical.
I love my life.
Just as I reach the lucky couple their first song begins to play.
And here come Mr. Grabby hands, he has me cornered… there is no escape. Damn why is life so cruel, I’m going to have to dance with him and he’s going to grope me in front of everyone.
Just as I am about to surrender to my wretched fate and give in to Eugene I see him.
I watch in disbelief as this gorgeous man who I’ve never seen before politely makes his way threw the crowd to stand right in front of me.
He was tall, dark, and deadly handsome but in the sweetest most unassuming way.
I suddenly forgot how to breath and I think so did Grabby hands because he stood just as dumbstruck as I was.
“I’ve been looking for you all night. Don’t you remember you promised me a dance?”
He gave me a warm smile like we’d known each other for years and raised his hand to take mine.
This action must have snapped Eugene out of his spell because he stood between us and began to stutter his disapproval.
“B-But I was just going to ask-
“Sorry maybe another time… this is our song.”
And with that I was whisked away on the grand ballroom floor in his strong gentle arms.
At last, my love has come along,
My lonely days are over,
And life is like a song,
As one hand pressed against my lower back and the other carefully laced threw my fingers, my heart hammered away in sheer astonishment.
He led me around the dance floor with such ease all I had to do was hold on and try to stay on my feet. Not an easy task if you know me…especially in a situation like this. Oh hell who are we kidding like I’ve ever been in a situation like this!
Ohhh at last
The stars above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover,
The night I looked at you
Everything was a blur. The people dancing around us, the soft lights glimmering across the room. It was like a dream but like no other dream I had ever had. Yes this was definitely something that happened to other people …other people as in not me.
“I hope you don’t mind, I’ve been watching you all night and I just couldn’t take it anymore I had to rescue you.”
Ok clearly I was hallucinating …maybe grabby hands drugged me. This is my life we’re talking about.
I found a dream that I could speak to,
A dream that I, can call my own,
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to,
A thrill that I, have never known,
“No I don’t mind at all … I-I mean thank you. He just wasn’t getting the hint.”
I thought for sure my heart would just stop when he pulled me in closer and rested his lips against my ear.
“I can’t say that I blame him. You're beautiful.”
Ok I’m on that show Punked or Candid Camera. Right?
Ohhh you smile, you smile
And then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven,
For you are mine, at last!
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and I am pulled away from this mysterious man and into the arms of the groom.
As the crowd shifts and new couples converge on the dance floor I see him for a split second as he turns and mouths the words thank you.
Michael spins me around and when I finally get back to where I had begun he was gone.
“So Liz are you having a good time?”
“Michael you’ve always had the worst timing.”
“What?”
Resting my hands on his shoulders I try to get him to focus through his obvious alcoholic buzz.
“Michael please tell me you know the guy I was dancing with.”
“You mean Max?”
“So you know him.”
“Sure he’s a lawyer at my firm…well was a lawyer at my firm.”
Wait for it.
“What do you mean was?”
“Well he quit two weeks ago. His mother is very sick so he’s moving back home to take care of her. In fact his flight is leaving early in the morning he probably already left.”
Of course he did.
Everyone welcome to my life.
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