Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive
Title: Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part I
Rating: G (for now - that is certainly going to change)
Disclaimer: Bree faces some ugly realizations about herself as she travels down memory lane.
Sitting in the hospital room, Rex glared at his wife. “I can’t believe you tried to kill me.”
Bree Van deKamp considered her husband carefully; “Yes, well I feel badly about that. I told you, Mrs. Hubert came over and I got distracted. It was a mistake.”
“Since when do you make mistakes?”
Bree laughed nervously; “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Taking a deep breath, Rex felt the last few years of repressed emotions spew forth in an ugly regurgitation of hatred directed towards his wife. “It means I’m sick of you being so damned perfect all the time. I’m sick of the bizarre way your hair doesn’t move. I’m sick of you making the bed in the morning before I’ve even used the bathroom!”
Bree looked on as her smile melted into disbelief at the venom that oozed from Rex’s angry mouth. “You’re just this plastic suburban housewife with her pearls and her spatula who says things like ‘we owe the Hendersons a dinner’. Where’s the woman I fell in love with? Who used to burn the toast…drink milk out of the carton… and laugh? I need her. Not this cold, perfect thing you’ve become.”
As Rex shut his mouth to take a breath, Bree shook herself out of the tunnel vision she’d been given as each word uttered from Rex’s lips tore through her like a shard of glass cutting away at the impression she’d had of her marriage. Standing abruptly, she scooped up a nearby vase of flowers and replied with a swift - “These need water” - before disappearing around the corner.
Turning on the faucet, Bree let the running water drowned out the inevitable gasps as she tried to sob quietly. Pressing her hand to her gaping mouth in an effort to further stifle the horrible noise the newly ripped hole in her heart made, Bree stared at herself in the mirror. The reflection spat back a woman who was falling to pieces; who kept it together on a very thin thread in order to continue the façade of perfection. The mirror betrayed the ugly truth; Bree had become someone so far removed from herself she didn’t even recognize the face staring back at her.
She couldn’t remember ever thinking it appropriate to drink milk out of the carton, much less doing so herself and yet if she concentrated she had vague recollections of a time where she had burnt the toast; a time where her kitchen had been full of laughter.
* * *
Bree Mason had been one of “those girls”; the sort everyone envied. She came from a well to do family, was blessed with model-worthy features, scored high on her SATs and above all, was compassionate and kind to any who crossed her path. The head cheerleader to their school’s star quarterback, Bree seemed to have it all and more. Rex Van deKamp knew he didn’t stand a chance and yet, the day he clumsily dropped his chemistry book and Bree stooped down to pick it up for him, was the day he knew his luck had changed.
“Uh…thanks. I’m Rex Van deKamp.” Trying to recover from the embarrassing book incident, Rex leaned casually against the lockers and eyed Bree as if he weren’t interested whatsoever.
Bree smiled beguilingly, as she was wont to do without forethought, and patted Rex’s arm. “Nice to meet you Rex Van deKamp. I’m Bree. Mason.” Her smile could make a man think he was the only person in the entire universe and Rex thought just that.
Rex rushed forward with awkward small talk in order to keep Bree in his personal space; “So…umm… chemistry! Do you take chem.? Mr. Dugas is a total hard ass.” Rex shifted his books against his hip and tried to look cool and casual, he feared he was failing miserably.
Bree was amused at this boy’s antics and how he stumbled over the words ‘hard ass’ as if he had been debating on whether or not to swear in front of her. “I had Dugas last year; he’s a strict but fair teacher. Give him a chance; I’m sure you’ll warm up to him.”
The bell rang and Bree smiled with a lazy wave as she pushed off the lockers and headed towards class. Rex turned and watched her saunter down the hall, admiring the way her hair was cascading down her back in curly crimson mass. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through those messy tendrils; he wondered, too, how Bree’s taut form would feel pressed against his. Cursing his adolescence and the ease with which such thoughts betrayed themselves; Rex held his books in front of him and wandered slowly to class.
Sitting in Math class, Bree Mason found her mind wandering out the half-opened window to weave in and out of the trees and inevitably coming back to rest on Rex Van deKamp. He had a rugged sort of charm and she’d found his discomfort endearing. Twisting the promise ring around her middle finger on her left hand, Bree thought of Ty Grant - the boy she’d been seeing for the past two months.
Ty Grant was nothing like Rex; blonde, blue-eyed and buff, Ty oozed confidence in his abilities both on the football field and in the backseat of his car. Bree had gone only as far as allowing him to unbutton her blouse in the backseat of that car, but she had heard the gossip and knew the rumours. Ty was infamous for his “way with the ladies”; he was also infamous for the front he wore for her parents. They thought he was the perfect gentleman - and he was, but there was something lacking.
Bree hadn’t been able to put her finger on it until her interaction with Rex, but what was missing in her relationship with Ty Grant was passion; an ardent, all consuming, heart stopping passion. Ty had it all, the football scholarship, the solid background, the respectable family, and the good looks. Bree’s family had been ecstatic when she’d introduced them and, at the time, she had been too.
So why couldn’t she get Rex Van deKamp out of her head?
....To Be Continued....
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Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part I
Rating: G (for now - that is certainly going to change)
Disclaimer: Bree faces some ugly realizations about herself as she travels down memory lane.
Sitting in the hospital room, Rex glared at his wife. “I can’t believe you tried to kill me.”
Bree Van deKamp considered her husband carefully; “Yes, well I feel badly about that. I told you, Mrs. Hubert came over and I got distracted. It was a mistake.”
“Since when do you make mistakes?”
Bree laughed nervously; “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Taking a deep breath, Rex felt the last few years of repressed emotions spew forth in an ugly regurgitation of hatred directed towards his wife. “It means I’m sick of you being so damned perfect all the time. I’m sick of the bizarre way your hair doesn’t move. I’m sick of you making the bed in the morning before I’ve even used the bathroom!”
Bree looked on as her smile melted into disbelief at the venom that oozed from Rex’s angry mouth. “You’re just this plastic suburban housewife with her pearls and her spatula who says things like ‘we owe the Hendersons a dinner’. Where’s the woman I fell in love with? Who used to burn the toast…drink milk out of the carton… and laugh? I need her. Not this cold, perfect thing you’ve become.”
As Rex shut his mouth to take a breath, Bree shook herself out of the tunnel vision she’d been given as each word uttered from Rex’s lips tore through her like a shard of glass cutting away at the impression she’d had of her marriage. Standing abruptly, she scooped up a nearby vase of flowers and replied with a swift - “These need water” - before disappearing around the corner.
Turning on the faucet, Bree let the running water drowned out the inevitable gasps as she tried to sob quietly. Pressing her hand to her gaping mouth in an effort to further stifle the horrible noise the newly ripped hole in her heart made, Bree stared at herself in the mirror. The reflection spat back a woman who was falling to pieces; who kept it together on a very thin thread in order to continue the façade of perfection. The mirror betrayed the ugly truth; Bree had become someone so far removed from herself she didn’t even recognize the face staring back at her.
She couldn’t remember ever thinking it appropriate to drink milk out of the carton, much less doing so herself and yet if she concentrated she had vague recollections of a time where she had burnt the toast; a time where her kitchen had been full of laughter.
* * *
Bree Mason had been one of “those girls”; the sort everyone envied. She came from a well to do family, was blessed with model-worthy features, scored high on her SATs and above all, was compassionate and kind to any who crossed her path. The head cheerleader to their school’s star quarterback, Bree seemed to have it all and more. Rex Van deKamp knew he didn’t stand a chance and yet, the day he clumsily dropped his chemistry book and Bree stooped down to pick it up for him, was the day he knew his luck had changed.
“Uh…thanks. I’m Rex Van deKamp.” Trying to recover from the embarrassing book incident, Rex leaned casually against the lockers and eyed Bree as if he weren’t interested whatsoever.
Bree smiled beguilingly, as she was wont to do without forethought, and patted Rex’s arm. “Nice to meet you Rex Van deKamp. I’m Bree. Mason.” Her smile could make a man think he was the only person in the entire universe and Rex thought just that.
Rex rushed forward with awkward small talk in order to keep Bree in his personal space; “So…umm… chemistry! Do you take chem.? Mr. Dugas is a total hard ass.” Rex shifted his books against his hip and tried to look cool and casual, he feared he was failing miserably.
Bree was amused at this boy’s antics and how he stumbled over the words ‘hard ass’ as if he had been debating on whether or not to swear in front of her. “I had Dugas last year; he’s a strict but fair teacher. Give him a chance; I’m sure you’ll warm up to him.”
The bell rang and Bree smiled with a lazy wave as she pushed off the lockers and headed towards class. Rex turned and watched her saunter down the hall, admiring the way her hair was cascading down her back in curly crimson mass. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through those messy tendrils; he wondered, too, how Bree’s taut form would feel pressed against his. Cursing his adolescence and the ease with which such thoughts betrayed themselves; Rex held his books in front of him and wandered slowly to class.
Sitting in Math class, Bree Mason found her mind wandering out the half-opened window to weave in and out of the trees and inevitably coming back to rest on Rex Van deKamp. He had a rugged sort of charm and she’d found his discomfort endearing. Twisting the promise ring around her middle finger on her left hand, Bree thought of Ty Grant - the boy she’d been seeing for the past two months.
Ty Grant was nothing like Rex; blonde, blue-eyed and buff, Ty oozed confidence in his abilities both on the football field and in the backseat of his car. Bree had gone only as far as allowing him to unbutton her blouse in the backseat of that car, but she had heard the gossip and knew the rumours. Ty was infamous for his “way with the ladies”; he was also infamous for the front he wore for her parents. They thought he was the perfect gentleman - and he was, but there was something lacking.
Bree hadn’t been able to put her finger on it until her interaction with Rex, but what was missing in her relationship with Ty Grant was passion; an ardent, all consuming, heart stopping passion. Ty had it all, the football scholarship, the solid background, the respectable family, and the good looks. Bree’s family had been ecstatic when she’d introduced them and, at the time, she had been too.
So why couldn’t she get Rex Van deKamp out of her head?
....To Be Continued....
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