Authors Note: Quick RR drabble! Enjoy! Song: Diana Ross - Not Over You Yet
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I stared at him, then tried to keep control. What the hell was I doing, swooning over him? Sure, he was my best friend, and just because he was the father of my baby didn't mean we had to be together ... besides, I didn't have any feelings for him anyway.
You were the first, who ever brought me out, showed me what life and loved was all about. Gave me things, that I never need, You're in my thoughts, my every dreams.
"So uh - d'you want to um - d'you -" He spluttered. I was startled, and stared at him intently. Then, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and said very softly, "Um, what?"
I found joy, in your touch. I miss your kisses, the way you made me blush. Life is cruel, now that you're gone, I love you so, I can't let go, yeah.
"D'you - d'you want to go to lunch?" Ross blurted the words out and looked away. For some reason I had blushed boiling crimson. What the hell was up with me? He was just Ross, so why did I feel there was something there? We hadn't dated in years, and now this? I couldn't go through with it, it just wasn't right.
Not over you yet, not trying to forget, the way that you loved me. Not over you yet, not trying to forget, the way that you loved me.
"Yeah, sure," I said finally, after what seemed like an age. We stared at eachother for a few moments, not quite knowing what to say. The moment was so awkward that I felt a sudden impulse to yell at him to say something. It was his fault, he should never have told me he still loved me.
I found joy, in your touch. I miss your kisses, the way you made me blush. Life is cruel, now that you're gone, I love you so, I can't let go, I'm crazy for you.
"Rach ..." He said softly, gently touching my arm. I tried to wriggle away but he held me firm in his grip. I was terrified of what he might do, I didn't want him to kiss me, oh god, would he kiss me?
Not over you yet, not trying to forget, the way that you loved me. Not over you yet, not trying to forget, the way that you loved me.
He did kiss me. I whimpered as he did, feeling his arms going around my waist. I didn't want to do this. I did want to. No, I didn't ... I was so unsure of myself. Then, as if by impulse, without thinking, I kissed him back, enjoying it this time. We stood there in his appartment, locked in a fiery embrace for a moment or two, then we broke apart. Ross looked at me, and I could see it in his eyes. He felt the exact same way as I did.
I'm crazy for you.