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Nada I know that Per and Marie are not a couple, but I wrote this for the many fans who would like/have liked to see them as one. The events here are fictious and linking them to either Per or Marie was purely coincidental. Please keep and open mind while reading this and I hope you enjoy it... I hope you really don't see what is written here... "Jeny" |
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A few days later, Per and Marie were working at Tits and Ass
studio. Some sort of adrenaline had fallen on the both of them. They had
even begun to write songs for the next album, as well as, some possible
demos for the B-Sides to the Have A Nice Day singles.
It was late one evening at T and A studios, when Per and Marie were left all alone. Per was sitting by the mixing board scribbling on a note pad. Marie stood inside the studio, watching him. Frustrated, Per put his hand on his forehead and looked into the note pad. He quickly put the pen down and ripped the page out, tossing it in the wastebastket near by. He sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. Letting out a deep sigh, he looked up and noticed Marie watching him. By now, she was at the doorway leaning against the frame. When she didn’t look away, Per said with a smile, "I didn’t know I was that interesting to look at." Marie smiled back, slightly embarassed at having been caught. "You are very interesting to look at." "So Are you." He said smoothly. For a few seconds the both remained looking at eachother in total silence. "So... what were you writting?" Marie asked, trying to break the silence. As a result of being all alone in a studio with Him, thoughts had started to flood her mind. She and Per, all alone in a studio. The thought made her shiver. She recalled how badly she wanted to be made love to, in a studio, by him. "Nothing much. Just a song. It wasn’t going any where so I decided to toss it." Per said with a frown. "You do that too much," she responded. "Maybe that would have been our next hit?" "Maybe, but..." He paused and looked at her with longing in his eyes. "But, what?" She said trying not to drown in his eyes. "I can’t stop thinking about you...If you would have know the thought that ran through my mind when I noticed we were alone... You’d..." Per stopped and shook his head. "I’d what?" "You’d think I was crazy... I mean it’s clear that what we had couldn’t go on any longer..." Per paused and looked up at her again. "Right?" Marie walked over to the mixing board and leaned on it. "Right." She agreed. He was right, they were both married and had children. They had their chance and it had passed. Now, it was too late to turn back. Per got up and put his hands on the mixing board, on either side of her. He looked into her eyes. "Then why can’t I stop the way I feel for you?" He said slowly. "I could be having the most terrible day of my life, but when you walk into a room, I can’t help but smile and want to hold you... To love you." Slowly he reached down and kissed her. Marie responded back, kissing him softly. "We shouldn’t be doing this." She said between kisses. "No... we shouldn’t." He said nuzzling her neck. Marie sat Per down on his chair and straddled him. Per laughed and kissed her again. Marie slowly began to undo the bottons of his shirt, still kissing him. "What is it about you that makes me get like this?" She said to him. "I’d ask the same thing about you." He said with a grin. "You stir up these uncontrolable emotions in me." They kept kissing and tasting eachother. Marie giggled when Per began kissing her neck. There was a sudden rapping at the door and Marie got off of Per as quickly as she could and went into the studio. Per buttoned his shirt and pretended to be giving Marie orders on how to sing a certain song. In through the door came Jonas who had forgoten some of his equipment. Marie and Per couldn’t help but smile at eachother. While Jonas spoke with Per, Marie was watching him, laughing at almost being caught. What a shock that would be! After Jonas had left, Per made sure to lock the door. He walked back over to his chair and sat down. "You know, that was funny." Marie said, laughing. "Yea, it was!" Per said laughing back. "Talk about ruining the moment." Marie looked at him and said, "You know, this is exciting though, the thought of actually being caught in the act." "You know, I think us two getting together has done something to your head." Per said with a wink. Marie came over to him and leaned up against the mixing board in front of him. Per got up and wrapped his arms around her. "Isn’t this where we started last time?" She said with a grin. Per’s response was a long kiss. Marie wrapped her arms around him. "Per... I love you." She said, stopping his kisses. Per smiled and responded, "I love you too." Per kissed her as softly as he did before and Marie whispered, "Salvation..." Per stopped and looked at her. "Salvation?" Marie smiled and looked at him. "Yes, Salvation... that song reminds me of you." "Of me?... Funny, because I wrote that song about you." "About me?" Marie looked at him strangely. Per smiled, "Yea, you. About what we had... and Eventhough we haven’t been together for a long time, you’ve still been my salvation. Sometimes I am having a terrible day and just the thought of seeing you makes me feel better. You are the only reason that I am who I am. I would have never gotten this far without your friendship... You kept me in line all these years." Marie looked slightly hurt. "So, us two breaking up was a good thing?" "In a way, it improved my writing, but I would have given up Roxette to be with you... I just didn’t realize it until now... I.. I just let you slip away from me." "Per, I never want you to give up anything for me... I am not worth it." With that, Per took her in his arms and hugged her. "Yes you are, you are worth it... and you are worth so much more." Marie smiled at him and kissed him softly. Per picked her up and took her to the small sofa at the back of the studio. He layed her down and curled up next to her. Marie ran her hand over his face and smiled. Per kissed her softly. Once again, the two of them became one. A few hours later Marie woke up. Looking at the time she noticed they were late for a dinner with the band and some members of EMI. "Per! Wake up!" Marie shook him. "What? What’s wrong?" He woke up startled. "The dinner! It’s 7:00pm! We’re late!" She yelled, straightening her shirt. Per quickly got up and adjusted his clothing, got his keys and some of the sheet music. Quickly, they both ran out of the studio and into his car, zooming off to the dinner. They were a bit late to the dinner, but so were some of the members of their party. Per bought the group a round of drinks and discussions about HAND were underway. Marie caught Per looking at her at times, she couldn’t help but smile and blush. When dinner was over, Per drove Marie home. She was exhausted and fell asleep in his car. He slowly reached over to touch her face, then suddenlly she cried out loud, "Mycke... Mycke...I love you..." When Per nearly ran the car off the road, Marie woke up. "Per? What’s wrong? Why are we stopped?" She asked while yawning. He looked at her and started screaming, "How could you?!?!" "How could I what?" She asked with a strange expression on her face. "You know what I am talking about!!" He screamed in anger. Confused, she looked at him, "I’m sorry Per, but I don’t...What the hell is wrong with you?" "Micke!... How could you be with me and dream about him?? Don’t I mean a damned thing to you?" Per yelled. Marie sucked in her breath. She had prayed that she wasn’t talking in her sleep, that she didn’t call out her husbands name. "I’m sorry... I didn’t do that intentionally." She said sincerely. "I was just waiting for the day that you would call out HIS name instead of mine!" With that, Per drove off, wheels screaching on the pavement. By now, Marie had enough of the screaming and rude behaviour. "In case you haven’t realized, HE is MY husband not YOU... We had our chance and fucked it up!" "I don’t go around calling Åsa’s name when I am with YOU...Do I?" Marie was outraged, "No, of course you don’t! I forgot you are PERfect!" She screamed adding emphasis on the "Per" part of the word. By now, Per had driven to her home. "Just get the fuck out of my car!" Marie sighed and tried to calm herself, "Per... If we would just talk about this..." "I don’t want to hear it... Just GET OUT!!" "Fine..." With that, she got off the car and drove off without looking back. Marie stood there and watched him leave, "Asshole!" She screamed, then turned to walk into the house, but decided to go around back and sit on the picnic table that she had bought. Per couldn’t help but drive faster and faster. It was the only way he could stop the anger from consuming him. "How could she possibly call out his name?" He thought. For the first time, he realized that things between him and Marie weren’t going as well as he thought. Maybe she was just using him? Per shook his head and turned the car around, driving back to her house. In her yard, Marie was looking up at the stars wondering how a life with Per would really be. He wasn’t exactlly the easiest person to live with. But, the things that he had just told her, that wasn’t the man she knew. Several minutes later, Per had reached Marie’s home. He parked the car and got off. After knocking on the door and not recieving an answer, he decided to walk around back and see if he could find her. When he did, he quietly walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "I am so very sorry." He said, nearly in a whisper. Marie layed against him. "So am I... I didn’t mean to call..." Per placed a soft kiss on her lips, interupting her, "I know..." He finally said when he broke the kiss. Marie sighed and looked up at thim. "We can’t keep on this way... and I will never leave Micke for you or anyone... I’m sorry." With that, she walked away without looking at him and went into her house. Per stood there confussed. She had responded to his kisses and caresses and now she wants to end everything? He felt hurt, betrayed and used. Had used him as a fling to break her sexual tension? Per sighed and walked away, into his car and drove off. He knew, from then on, he would never ever be with her again... |
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