~*This is my first fan-fic so be nice....but be honest;)*~
I sit there driving. She's sitting next to me. Same way it's been since the very first day
almost eight years ago. I glance over at her every open chance I get, without making it seem too
obvious. She probably...no...I Know she doesn't feel the same way. I mean, hell, she's married to
some jag-off loser and as two great kids who I pray never turn out like their father. Anyway,, she's
too good for me. What would a perfect woman like her want to do with a piece of crap like me? I
look over at her again. She's sitting with her cheek resting on her hand as she always does when
she's tired. I love her. Flat out, I love her. It's always been her, but I know it can only go as far as
friendship, right? I sigh heavily
"Bos, you all right?"
"Yeah, Faith, I'm fine."
No Faith, I love you. I've loved you since the first day I saw you. I chuckle softly as I sit
there sitting, thinking about our first day together. I replay it in my head every day I see her.
"Boscorelli?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Meet your new partner," says the sarge as he points to the woman next to him.
My knees got slightly weak.
"A Girl? You're partnering me up with a girl?"
"You know it Boscorelli. Now make nice. Don't worry, you'll have fun." I heard him whisper
to her as he left the room with a smile on his face.
I looked over at her for the first time, her blonde-brown hair all put up in a bun, with that
innocent look on her face and those big green eyes looking back at me. I was falling in love.
"Faith Yokas."
"Maurice Boscorelli"
She smiled at me. God I'll never forget that smile.
"BOSCO!"
I snapped back to reality, "what?"
"Go, the lights' green."
"Sorry."
She smiled at me. Who would have thought that even after eight years later, I was still in
love with the same woman, and she has no idea. Oh well, this can only go as far as friendship
right?
I sit there driving. She's sitting next to me. Same way it's been since the very first day
almost eight years ago. I glance over at her every open chance I get, without making it seem too
obvious. She probably...no...I Know she doesn't feel the same way. I mean, hell, she's married to
some jag-off loser and as two great kids who I pray never turn out like their father. Anyway,, she's
too good for me. What would a perfect woman like her want to do with a piece of crap like me? I
look over at her again. She's sitting with her cheek resting on her hand as she always does when
she's tired. I love her. Flat out, I love her. It's always been her, but I know it can only go as far as
friendship, right? I sigh heavily
"Bos, you all right?"
"Yeah, Faith, I'm fine."
No Faith, I love you. I've loved you since the first day I saw you. I chuckle softly as I sit
there sitting, thinking about our first day together. I replay it in my head every day I see her.
"Boscorelli?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Meet your new partner," says the sarge as he points to the woman next to him.
My knees got slightly weak.
"A Girl? You're partnering me up with a girl?"
"You know it Boscorelli. Now make nice. Don't worry, you'll have fun." I heard him whisper
to her as he left the room with a smile on his face.
I looked over at her for the first time, her blonde-brown hair all put up in a bun, with that
innocent look on her face and those big green eyes looking back at me. I was falling in love.
"Faith Yokas."
"Maurice Boscorelli"
She smiled at me. God I'll never forget that smile.
"BOSCO!"
I snapped back to reality, "what?"
"Go, the lights' green."
"Sorry."
She smiled at me. Who would have thought that even after eight years later, I was still in
love with the same woman, and she has no idea. Oh well, this can only go as far as friendship
right?