Summary: Short, sweet, and corny.

Author's note: My first completed DC fic, so please be nice!

It's the Little Things

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It's the little things I would miss. I'd miss staring at her, when we're supposed to be studying, bent over the books, her hair cascading over her face. I'd miss the way her hair smells when I bury my face in it. I'd miss movie nights, her sitting beween my legs, leaning against me, her whole face concentrated on the tv in Dawson's room.

I'd miss the way he runs to catch up with me. How I can tell him everything and anything. I'd miss watching him aboard True Love, watching him block the world out. I'd miss the enthusiasm he has for even the smallest thing.

I'd miss the way my stomach melts and fills with butterflies when I see her. How every moment I'm with her's like being in heaven.

I'd miss arguing with him the same as always, but knowing everything's changed. I'd miss the feeling that even though we're surrounded by friends, we're alone.

I'd miss how she has an opinion on everything. How she can argue until I have to give up, from exhaustion. I'd miss the anticipation as I wait for her in the morning before school.

I'd miss how we can talk all night and not run out of things to say. How we can just look at each other and not have to say anything.

I'd miss watching her before she knows I'm there.

I'd miss feeling his eyes on me before I can see him.

I'd miss the way she smiles when I say hello.

I'd miss his voice.

I'd miss her laugh.

I'd miss feeling complete when I'm near him.

I'd even miss the ache when we're apart . . .

. . because at least I know I'll see him again.