Hey, I'm new here! I'm Vanessa, I'm 18 and I'm a huge fan of Closer, my favourite film of the year (alongside Sin City). My favourite character was Larry, he was so honest and so... I don't know, there was just something about him, y'know? Anyway, on with my fic...
Pairings (if applicable): Anna/Larry, Alice/Larry, Dan/Anna, Dan/Alice
Rating (G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17): PG-13, language
Summary: A short fic about Larry's inability to lie.
Constructive Criticism Accepted?: Yup!
Additional Comments: This came to me late one night whilst watching the film, I realized Larry never lied (bar that one time in the strip club). My first Closer 'fic as well. Also posted to my 'fic journal siennasfanfic and fanfiction.net, but no-one's read it on there *sniff*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the DVD and a 6ft stand up.
Honesty. It was all he'd ever wanted. All he'd ever asked for. Why was that so hard to grasp? He didn't believe in lies, white or otherwise. If people couldn't handle his straightforward attitude, it was thier problem not his. He'd never lied and he didn't intend to start now. As he headed down the stairs to his wife, he prepared to tell her the truth once more, no matter what the consquences...
"I slept with someone in New York. A whore. I'm sorry."
"Why did you tell me?" She asks.
"I couldn't lie to you."
It seemed his wife didn't share his passion for the truth. She'd been lying to him for a whole year. A year of cleverly planned deceit. He couldn't believe he hadn't spotted it. A whole year. His mind reels at the thought. How could she have kept it up? Women, he thought, must be born to lie. The pink wigged angel in front of him seemed to be further proof of that. Using a stage name even though they both knew who she was, the ex of the man he'd lost his wife to.
"Alice, tell me something true."
She smirks, "Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off... but it's better if you do."
He'd forgiven her. She was right for him. They were as bad as each other. Him and his estranged wife. She'd lied to him but God help him, he loved her and there was no way in hell he was going to let that bratty, mummy's boy currently crying all over his new office have her. However no matter how much he depised the kid, he couldn't lie to him either. As the boy began to leave his office, he dropped a bombshell on him...
"I lied to you. I did fuck Alice. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not big enough to forgive you... buster."
And so his life has come to this. The man who couldn't lie is living a lie. His wife is unhappy, still in love with someone else. He keeps telling himself that things will change, that one day she'll begin looking at him when they make love, instead of closing her eyes and thinking of the other man. Deep down though, he knows it's not true. The truth was all he'd ever wanted. All he'd ever asked for but now he knows he'll never hear it again.