Falice oneshots At Midnight

Predicaments Lead To Irrational Decisions

A newly diverted Alice Smith torn by her old life and the new life she was about to live. Alice started wondering what her life would be like with Edgar. Would he love her for who she is? Or will it be like Hal? She didn't even love this guy.

A voice rocked her from her thoughts as she stood in the kitchen looking for food in the fridge. "Alice, What are you doing hun?" She hated the way her name came off his lips. It didn't sound right.

Her eyes drifted away from the shelf and over at her new (love). She wasn't sure if he was her love. Yes she was wearing his ring. But that an irrational decision. Betty didn't speak to her for a month after they engaged. Her daughter was completely against the idea. She didn't understand why.  It wasn't like Edgar was crazy. He was a sweet guy and she was marrying for the right reasons. (Or what she thought were the right reasons)

"Uh yes, Ed?" She questioned as she looked him in the loving eyes.

"I would like some pancakes. Would you be a dear and get me the baking mix?" She nodded her head and headed over to the pantry.

She reached up top and accidentally dropped the whole bin of baking mix on the floor. She gasped and quickly grabbed the dust pan.

"Oh babe..." Edgar gasped." Can you get some at the store for me? I have some cash, I can give you." Again She felt like a housewife. Cooking, Cleaning and disrespected.

She knows she doesn't love Edgar and onlys with him to fill the void from another broken unsealed chapter of her life. She's aware it isn't fair and right to lead the guy on. But she can't get her heart broken.

With a small smile, she nods her head and grabs her keys off the counter." Yeah sure. I'll be back in a few."

And she was out the front door with her car keys jingling in her slippery hands. She's sitting in her car with her hands on the steering wheel frowning at her life. Betty now lives at Cheryl Blossom's house. She moved the night after she got engaged. She was sad at first and then it just became a numb limb in her body. It only hurt when she heard about  or saw her daughter.

15 minutes later after all the traffic, she finally arrives at her local grocery store. She sighs as she grabs a cart and pushes it along the isle. She grabs her regular items off the shelf. She hates being all alone shopping. She knows the likelihood of being robbed or something like that could happen. She ignores the caution wet floor signs as she heads over to get almond milk. She can't have dairy; since she's lactose intolerant. Which her new fiancé doesn't get. She shakes her head in disgust as she puts the gallon of milk into the cart.

She hates regular milk and don't even get her started on the taste. It's absolutely pungent and makes her want to throw up. And she's not overreacting or over-exaggerating; not even a little bit.

She still doesn't get why he can't get his own food and she has to do everything; like some women from the 1940's. She knows he's completely capable on getting his own food. He's her age or maybe a bit older. Nothing like her old love; or she say current love. She still hasn't gotten over him; not since the day they met. He's still in her head. Not matter how hard she tries. He won't leave he mind. She can't stop thinking about him. It was driving her crazy. She thought once she met Edgar; her feelings would go away. No they only got stronger. Every visit at Pop's diner only made her feel flutters in her stomach. His smile, his contagious laugh only drove her body crazy. Don't even get her started on his perfect body. He looked just as the same. When they hooked up and when she told him about Charles. She still blames herself and it's been six months. Maybe she was getting married too fast. But again she wasn't clearly thinking. Or was she thinking at all? Most likely not.

As she turns down the chips aisle; her stomach drops and her heartbeat synchronizes with the voice. It's been months since she has seen him. It's breaking her heart to see him. And it only makes her eyes widen.