YOU SAID IT ISABELLA

“ I ♡ DIRTY ROCKER BOYS “

⤹ BAND AU MADE BY ringmaster_kaja ON TWT

Would you carry me to the end?

Summary: Valrie and Pete have a quick chat of the future

Word count: 1.3K

TW/CW: none

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST AAAAAA!! I was so giddy getting this! I hope you enjoy, as I loved writing for her <3

Vierla had been waiting for this evening this whole week. Supposedly, right here in Eltingville, there was going to be a meteor shower, and it’s going to be visible right at the local park.

Wearing a nice polka dot dress and white shoes, she picked up her picnic basket and packed a few nice things they needed.

Right behind, her boyfriend was sweating up a storm carrying some family size chips.

“Why…*heave*…why are we here again?” Pete huffed. His Chucky shirt was soaking, and he could feel his legs giving out.

Vierla chuckled and grabbed Pete’s hand. “Just somewhere special.” She continued to hold Pete’s hand as she dragged him towards the “special spot”

Pete doesn’t remember dating being this involved. Sure, watching those horror movies and seeing the final girl and her love interests pull together was cute he guess, but they’re usually accompanied by blood, guts, screaming, the whole shebang! There was action! Drama! Ladies being ripped apart! This? This was new territory for him.

If you were to ask him last year, he’d be smooching with the most popular girl from Eltingville High, after the laughter had died down, he would punch you right in the face. He isn’t dating material! Hell, his friends couldn’t stand each other, he can’t stand them! What makes you think he’d be willing to smooch over any girls, especially when he considered a-

“We’re here!”

Pete’s track of thought was cut off once he saw the “special spot”.

“Huh…you know, I’ve never been to the park before, so I didn’t know what I was expecting, but this is a nice spot.”

And it was! Surrounded by trees, it had a clear viewing area where all you got was the now yellow-pink sky. The place Valrie chose to sit was right in the middle, where you can even see some flowers start to bloom.

“See? I told you!” Valrie chuckled. She spread the “Evil Dead” picnic blanket before plopping herself down and reaching into the picnic bag. “Made you your favorite.”

Staring in front of Pete was a hoagie with lettuce, tomato and pepper jack cheese. He could already feel his mouth watering as he snatched it from her hands.

Meanwhile, Valrie packed herself a BLT, but she was more focused on getting herself the water she packed for the both of them.

“You know, I saw “Army of Darkness” this weekend.” Valrie began, “And oh my god, it was actually not that bad! Still weird that they decided to transport Ash back in time, but still a really good watch.”

“My question is, what was wrong with the simple setting in the cabin?” Pete questioned, his speech muffled, “Transporting Ash back in time just seems to me the franchise is dead in the ground, and taking the piss on it.”

“Hmmm…kind of. I did prefer the simplicity of the cabin and Ash having to fight the zombies, but this was still an entertaining movie, like “Bride of Chucky”.

That got a hard laugh from him. “Are you kidding? The only good part of that movie was seeing Jennifer Tilly, and even then she was just some stupid eye candy!”

“Hah! Yeah, she really just stood there while teasing a doll. I remember almost laughing my ass off to that scene honestly. Can just imagine the actress being forced to perform for the fool multiple times while the director just watches, making sure she’s doing the moves correctly.”

Valrie and him both chucked at that thought. However, Valrie also noticed her chest tighten up a little thinking about the two of them.

On one hand, for the first time, she found a guy actually interested in her interests. With Pete, she can feel her shoulders relax and not worry about having to play “Miss Perfect” all of the time and just be…Valrie; the girl who loves cheesy 80s horror films.

However, some nights, she stays up in her bed, wondering about the future. Nothing wrong with that, everyone gets scared of the future, especially when it comes to current things. It’s like a puzzle piece; she knows where to place her friends, family, pets, career, education, outfit choice, the works, but where would Pete fit in?

He’s the one piece still on the side. Every time she lifts it, she can feel herself hesitating before dropping all together and thinking about “next time.” She also knows there’s a chance he may be part of someone else’s puzzle completely, and that’s thought just stings her chest.

“Hey, are you okay?” Pete asked.

Valrie snapped back and reached in for the dessert: Black Forest cake.

“Yeah. Just my mind wandering.” She stated. He seemed happy with that answer, as he took a piece of it and started chowing down.

Valrie secretly let out a sigh of relief. Now just for the meteor shower.

5 minutes. 5 minutes before it’s supposed to start.

At this point, the food was majorly gone, the only thing being left was one value size chip, two slices left of the cake and a whole bottle of Sprite.

At this point, Pete was laying his head on her lap, feeling her fingers run through his hair (she notes how it was already thinning at this age). Valrie was simply letting out a hum when she all of a sudden felt Pete shift.

“You okay, Pete?” She asked.

“Yeah…yeah, just thinking about stupid shit.”

“You can tell me.”

“I’m afraid it’s very touchy feely. I don't want to be a sissy in front of you.”

“But you’re not! Pete, you can always talk to me about what’s bothering you.”

Pete took a deep sigh. “You know, my father ain’t too proud of me. All of my older brothers are doing masculine shit, ya’know? Sports, the gym, beating each other up, just like my dad would want, and I want to make him proud, but…”

“…but what?”

“…never mind.”

“No, Pete, tell me. We can talk about it. No one else’s around.”

“I don’t want to burden you with anything-“

“You don’t, so spill it out.”

Pete looked away from her, his eyes just gazing at the green field ahead of him. “I’m kind of scared of turning like my old man. The kind that gave up his whole dream of playing to just raise someone he can’t even look in the eyes for. I don’t want to be that, but I can feel myself looking like him more and more every single day.

“Even in the quietest moment, I can imagine myself in a future where I’m someone who’s lost all ambition in his life and reduces them to the worst moments of it…yelling kids, nagging wife, and me, sipping a beer and just focusing on the worst of the worst…what the fuck I’m saying? Am just talking out of my ass at this point.”

“I don’t think so.” Valrie stated. She stopped brushing his head and started to play with his fingers. She can see the cracked skin and mini scabs littering around the surface area. Not to mention, a band aid that was on his pinky and middle finger.

“I’ve always thought of things being different.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well…it starts in the morning. We get up and get ready. You’re working for a company, big or indie, as an FXS artist, and I’m working as a makeup artist. We live in a small studio apartment, no bigger than a closet.

“And we go on with our day. You do your job, and I do mine. You’re sweating your but off in those plasters and spray paint, while I focus on the little details. We just imagine coming back to each other and doing the routine.

“And I have a clear image of one evening; we’re sitting around a table, eating ramen in a cup. We’re watching our favorite cheesy horror movie, and it’s just us….enjoying each other’s company…”

“Wow, ya really positive about the future baby.” Pete admired the thought of that.

“Well, I’m always thinking ahead! Hehe.”

“Just one question babe.”

“Yes, Pete?”

“…do I become bald?”

“You’re not going to like that answer.”

With that, they laughed their ass off, barely noticing the meteor shower had just become, just enjoying the moment between them.