Subject: Green M&M's Date: 12 Apr 1999 22:07:35 -0700 From: baker_chesa@hotmail.com (Chesa Baker) Organization: None Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative XFCreative Mailing List Posting --------------------------------------------- Title: Green M&M’s Author: Chesa Baker Email: Baker_Chesa@hotmail.com Distribution: Anywhere, with a note to me first Spoilers: none Rating: PG Classification: V,R,H Keywords: Pre X-F, Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Life is just a bowl of Green M&M’s...... Disclaimer: They aren't mine.... So on.... I didn't create them, I don't deserve any credit..... They're CC's. ********** One year when I was- about 15 years old, I went to summer camp. I didn’t want to go. I suppose that I was at that stage where life sucked- unless you were out with your friends, doing something that you were forbidden to do. I mean- I did have a wild streak. I wasn’t always Dana, the tight-ass. Or better yet, Dana, the Ice Queen. But getting back to summer camp- I wanted to stay in San Diego- and drink my summer away. Or party at the beach- or make out with Kevin Rickerds. Watch the hickeys eventually appear on my neck. Yeah- life was great back then..... But no. My parents insisted that I went to the damn summer camp- and threatened me with taking away my permit- and suspending my driving privilege until I’m 18 years old. Yeah. We wouldn’t want that. With out those three years of practice- I wouldn’t be the fine driver that I am today. Hell- maybe I wouldn’t have been accepted into the FBI. I’m sure that would have went highly over with my parents. But the embarrassment...... So I went, under the classic case of parent/daughter blackmail. But I didn’t like it. That was for damn sure. I didn’t. I mean- Missy didn’t even have to go to the damn summer camp. But I did. Typical. It was all so freeking typical. When I was there though- I met a guy. He wasn’t at the camp- but he was from the town. Martha’s Vineyard. When we got to spend an entire day out in town- I met him, and we spent the day together. He was 18- cute, brown hair, hypnotic hazel eyes. He took my breath away. He made me melt. He spoke to me in riddles, and in code, and I wanted more. I think that I fell in love with him that day. We sat by the beach, talked. He told me his name was Billy- and I told him that my name was Katie. Billy and Katie. Billy and Katie. It seemed to fit. I didn’t want to reveal to him my real name- or my real age. Because I told him that I was 17. I lied to him. But I’m sure that his real name wasn’t Billy. I’m sure that his was middle name. Just like mine. But I didn’t care. I fell in love with his words, his eloquence, his ability to make me laugh with little effort, and mostly, his rich personality. I couldn’t believe it. It was like I was losing my head. Then we took a walk on the little town shops that outlined the beach, and approached a corner market. I believe the name of it was Skinner’s Market. Some family owned business. And we bought a couple of cokes- and a package of plain M&M’s. When Billy brought the items up to the counter- there was a tall man working the counter, in his late twenties- who wore glasses, and had a broken arm. From the looks of it- he appeared to be Italian- possibly Greek. He was handsome. But in that- old sort of way. I remember him to be very kind, and polite, and he smiled a lot. But that’s beside the point. So we left the market, and returned to the beach, moving a little away from the crowd, and more in our own little world. Our private world. So we drank the soda, and tackled on the M&M package. And then he told me about how the green M&M’s were supposed to make you horny. Trying to act mature, and sophisticated, I nodded, laughed with him, and asked him if he wanted to test that little theory. He agreed with me, and we ate each one of the green M&M’s. I don’t know if the legend was true. I suppose that it’s not relevant as of right now. But Billy and I ended up making out with intensity, and eventually- we moved our intimate session back to his house, and I ended up giving up my world to him. He told me that he loved me. And I believed him, and knew that I was already in love with him. But as I glanced at the clock, I knew that I had precious time left before I had to return to my summer camp. I didn’t want to go though. I felt safe, and I felt home with Billy. I was so in love with him. And then we said good bye. He told me that he was moving to England. He didn’t tell me why though. Maybe it was for a job. Who knows. All that I knew was that I was heart-broken over him. I cried for days. I didn’t get over him. I still haven’t. I mean- I know that I’m 35 years old and all, but I just can’t stop forgetting about how much I loved this guy. I mean- if I were to find him now, most likely, he’d be married. With- two children, holding down a normal job, living a normal life. Doing everything that I’m not. But I don’t regret it. Because I’m with Mulder. Chasing aliens, and hunting down monsters, and mythical creatures. It may not be normal, but it is my life. What can I say. Life is life- The truth is out there- and Green M&M’s do not make you horny. They just make you fall in love. Maybe someday I will meet Billy again. I just have to believe that I will. ******************************** " Call her, stop being so Testosteroni..." " Which by the way is the 'real' San Fransisco treat." - Phoebe & Chandler "Friends" _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com --------------------------------------------- To be removed from the list, send email to xfcreative-request@pnx.com with one word: LEAVE in the body of the message.