I write this a while back and blame it on over exposure to the sun.
Pairings: Implied Beka and Dylan, with one-sided Harper and Beka.
The story is from Harper's Point of View.
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"What's wrong?" she asks.
"It's nothing." Nothing except that I can't breathe whenever you walk into the room. Nothing except that your voice drives me into ten sets of crazy. Nothing except that I would give every piece of my soul just to see you smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I'm sure if you were mine I would live to make you happy. I'm sure I could make you happy.
"Alright." And she turns away, back to her flexi.
I continue to watch her, locks of hair shimmering in the artificial glow of the Rec room. She fidgets and looks up again, glaring.
"If nothing's wrong then stop staring."
"I," love you, want you, need you, worship you, "can't help it if the view's good from here."
She rolls her eyes, gets up, ruffles my hair, and walks away.
"Nice view from this way too!" I say, watching her leave, wishing she would stay.
I hear her laugther, and then feel my heart plummet as I see her smile brighten as he appears.
I wish she would see me the way she sees him.