From: Atomfrisco Date: 14 Feb 2000 06:15:56 GMT Subject: NEW: Still Makes Me Smile Title- Still Makes Me Smile Author- atomfrisco E-mail address- atomfrisco@aol.com Archiving- Anywhere, whatever. Doesn't matter. Rating- PG Catagory- V, UST Spoilers- Irrisistable, Orison. Doesn't give that much away, but don't read this if you haven't seen the episodes. Keywords- Nothin' here. Summary- Why did Donnie Pfaster do the things he did? Disclaimer- My warped imagination says they're mine. Don't listen to it. It's always wrong. This came about from eating chips and drink before bed. I'm not in tune with my inner Donnie Pfaster, or anything. I dreamt about something and when I woke up, this came out. To my beta reader Denise for correcting my sorry ass. This is to everyone who was mean to me. Thanks for the inspiration. Whatever. Hey, mom! That imagination thing is actin' up again... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Still Makes Me Smile by atomfrisco The thing I remember most about school was the person who sat in front of me. She was a smart, cute, small little girl. She had long, red hair and had her nails painted a light pink. The color was ugly, but I liked her nails. Her nails are what drew my attention to her.I wanted nails just like hers. Better yet, I wanted her nails. I tried to paint my nails when I got home that night. My father yelled at me and called me a fagot. I hated him, anyway. I loved my mother, but she left me too. The little girl's hair also caught my attention. It was this bright, fiery red. Flames. When the sun hit it, it made me smile. I wanted long hair too, but my father held me down and cut my hair till I didn't have any left. Everyday though, I could pretend I had her hair. So soft, so silky, so full of flames. I only got to touch it once, then she told the teacher on me. She told the teacher was trying to cut her hair. I didn't notice until later the scissors in my hand. I was sent to the office for mischievous behavior. They phoned my father and when I got home I was grounded and beaten. After that, I knew the redhaired ones were too much trouble. In my later years, I followed another girl home. She had long, blond hair, and light green nails. It was a fad she was all to eager to buy in to. When she noticed I was following her she started to run. So I ran with her. When she ran, her hair blew in the wind. I could almost feel it. She reached her house all too soon, so before she called the police I ran home. My sisters were all brunettes. Just like my mom. I never liked them for that reason.They were all the same. I like color, light. I like bright shiny, incandescent things that grab your attention. That's why I didn't like it in prison. They didn't have any redheads. The ones that cause trouble, but are too irrisistable... I can't and won't resist them now. I needed to find her, I needed her. I knew her name but not where she lived. When I first saw her from the inside of my very first jail cell, her light is what drew me to her. So bright, so good and wonderful. Even in the dark and dank holding cells, I thought I could feel that warm sun on my face. Everytime the light hit her hair, it made me smile. Then it made me frown. You're not supposed to go after the redheads Donnie, I had thought. 'Just for her and no one else,' I remember replying in my head, I only wanted to feel her. She got me in trouble, just like the first one. All I could think about was her, while trapped in that prison. The way the light hit her hair, still makes me smile. I found her. I'm hiding in her closet when I hear her open the door and come in. I'm so anxious I think I'm shaking. I need to see her again. Yet, I smile. Tonight, I finally get what I want and not even the devil himself can stop me. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> So it's like this. I'll get your feedback, and you'll be happy about it. Deal? Thought so. Feedback goes to atomfrisco@aol.com