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20 September 2013 @ 04:33 am
Gill/Julie fanfic #2  
This is just a short drabble I wrote a couple of weeks ago. It's nothing, really.

He Never Deserved Her

Dave Murray was the epitome of awful. He was everything Julie Dodson found disgusting about the human species. He was a terrible shag bandit who cheated on and lied to the people he was supposed to care about. He was, quite simply, an arsehole of epic proportions.

Julie had never felt such deep-seated hatred towards anyone else in her entire life. Even the mention of his name made her whole body tense up and her fists clench. She couldn’t stand looking at his face for even a fraction of a second. He was the dickweed of all dickweeds.

From the day she had first met him, Dave Murray had given off selfish-bastard-vibes, but he’d been married to her friend, so she had kept her mouth shut about it. After all, she wasn’t entirely sure her first impression was actually right. Her intuition hadn’t failed her, though; Dave had indeed turned out to be exactly who she had thought he was. The more Julie had gotten to know him, the more of a slimy bastard he appeared to be. She also thought he would behave in a suspicious manner quite often; she’d seen him sneaking around with his phone more times than she cared to remember. However, it had not been her place to get involved. Even as her friendship with Gill grew stronger over the years – she now thought of Gill as her best friend – she still didn’t want to go down that road. She really valued what the two of them had, and there was no way she was going to jeopardise it.

Now, though, after everything he had done over the years was out in the open, and he was no longer married to her best friend, Julie could say whatever she wanted to the little creep, and she was definitely taking advantage of it. All the years of built up rage had come out one evening when she had run into him outside a pub after a particularly stressful day. She had seen him standing there, and something inside of her just snapped. The expletives were flowing freely and loudly as she told him exactly what she thought of him. He had told her to piss off, of course, being his drunken, moronic self, but Julie hadn’t given a crap about anything coming out of his mouth. It had felt so good to finally say all of it to his face.

“What’s it to you, anyway, bitch?” Dave had slurred drunkenly, when she was done shouting at him.

Julie snorted and shook her head, and then a completely different rant came to the surface and started spilling out of her.

“You are the stupidest person I know. Have you SEEN Gill?  Have you seen what she bloody looks like? She is beyond gorgeous, and infinitely too good for you, and still you somehow found it in you to cheat on her? Are you fucking BLIND? You had her. You were lucky enough to have her, and you fucked it up royally. I don’t understand how you can live with yourself. The smartest, funniest, and most beautiful woman actually agreed to marry you, and you were idiotic enough to let her go; and for what, exactly? A few cheap one-night stands, and some floozy bimbo who didn’t know better?” Julie shook her head again and glared at Dave.

“I would have given anything to take your place, you know,” she continued. “I was so jealous of you.”

With that final line, Julie had turned around and walked away. Her head had been spinning like crazy, but she had felt so liberated. She had loved seeing Dave’s smug facial expression vanish, slowly but surely, as she gave him her piece of mind. She could tell that he knew, he KNEW, that she was right, that Gill had been way out of his league and that he had been a complete fool not to realise that.

Fucking bastard.