FIC: Box of Chocolates

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Okay, I don't know why I wrote this. I haven't watched "Forrest Gump" in ages. I was putting clothes in the dryer, the first few lines of dialogue came to me and I ran upstairs to type it up. I think Orlando is either in England or visiting a friend. Viggo is at his home in California.

Starting next week, I'll be running my longest VigOrli fic yet! It will be posted in 7 parts, then a silly fic involving Girl Scouts (don't ask) and another Word Prompt fic. The last week of October I think I might be using my posting times to brainstorm some VigOrli ideas for NaNoWriMo so I'll be asking for everyone's help and opinions.

Okay, I'm off to PA for the weekend! *dances*

Title: Box of Chocolates
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Orlando disagrees with a particular "Gump-ism."
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing. 

The phone rang seven times before Viggo answered it. His answering machine had shit the bed only the day before and he was still wary of using the free voicemail system his service offered. He knew it was paranoid, but really, couldn’t someone from the phone company just log into his voicemail and listen to his messages any time they wanted to? And considering some of the more…interesting…messages Orlando liked to leave that was very much reason to stick to the store bought machines in Viggo’s opinion.

 

“Life is not like a fucking box of chocolates,” was the first thing Viggo heard after he uttered a quiet ‘hello.’

 

“Bored?”

 

“It’s on the telly. I can watch the television whenever I want to.”

 

Viggo chuckled. “Of course you can. You’re a big boy now.”

 

“Stop patronizing me.”

 

“Why isn’t life like a box of chocolates?”

 

Orlando sighed. “Because chocolates are sweet and make me feel good when life kicks me in the balls, man. Chocolate gets me through the tough stuff, not to mention they help in any situation where a girl is happy, sad, pre-menstral, post-menstral, angry – “

 

“I get it already.” Viggo laughed.

 

“That’s all I’m saying.”

 

“Orli, you didn’t really say anything at all.”

 

“I’m not calling you anymore.”

 

Viggo closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch. “Come home soon.”

 

“Maybe. Phone sex tomorrow?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Good.”

 

Viggo listened to the dial-tone for a moment before he hung up. He grinned and shook his head. Maybe he should just get cable and be done with it. Orli would like that.

 

 

End

Comments

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

LOL! If life was a box of chocolates I had a bloody migraine everyday!!!! ***grins***
My daughter says life's more like a lollypop.....it sucks! LOL!!

But with a little fic like this my weekend has a good start!! So thanks again for sharing, hugs and kisses!!!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Kids are very wise... ^_^

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Yep!! ***grins happily!***