Just a quickie
Dedication - To every guy who's ever been late for a date with me, or disappeared when he was needed.
Summary - Sometimes people are more than just friends.
Disclaimer - I own nothing, except the plot of this single story. It all belongs to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims etc. Please don't sue me. All I really own is this computer and even it sucks.
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I wait.
I wait alone in the dark, my arms wrapped around my knees. Hoping and praying that he'll come.
I hate him when I wait. I hate being alone. I hate not being with him. I mutter obscenities and think of the most horrible torturous things to do to him for being late, but I know that I'll never do anything.
When he comes I'm too happy to care that he makes me wait. I don't care how long I've been alone, I just care that he's there.
Then I'm alone again.
He ignores me, he doesn't care. Still I wait. I'll wait until the sky goes forever dark, because for me he is the world. He's my reason for being.
I still hate him when he's not there.