Roman Numeral Waiting BNausey I own nothing Thank you my Beta, Blair. (MarlyCook)
Rated T
The creak of the wooden floors.
The click of the coffee maker as the black liquid drips to a final stop.
The shuffling of her socks on the carpet.
The tapping of the keyboard in the next room.
The jingle of the keys as they hit the marble counter.
The noises that he misses when she's gone.
He sits in front of the phone every night at 10:00 P.M., because that's when she tells him she'll call. He feels pathetic and he knows very well it is pathetic to wait on her like that. He doesn't want her to be his crutch, but she's become that in the last year.
He leans back in the rustic orange chair and glances up at the clock on the wall. The Roman Numerals meshed together and he never could quite get them right. His eyes settled down in the darkness and he read that he had ten minutes before the phone would ring.
Three more days and she'll be home, he reminded himself. He won't have to sit alone in this small apartment anymore when she comes back.
He wonders if she's changed at all. Is she more adventurous? Cultured? Does she want more out of life than what he could give her? Did she meet some foreign lover that could make her his own? Does she not like cats anymore? Did her taste for coffee change?
Six weeks can really fuck your mind up if you let it.
When did this happen? It was a question he lingered on for hours at a time. When did she become the main thing in his life? When did she become more important than his job? Than his dog?
He tries not to think negative thoughts, but it's all you can do when you're the only man in your circle of friends who doesn't have their girlfriend for five weekends in a row.
He leans back into his chair and watches the clock slowly move its way towards the 'XII.' Then when the longer hand hits the 'XI,' the phone rang. He nearly jumps out of his seat to answer it and clears his throat before beginning.
"Hello?"
"Hi," and he can hear the smile in her voice, "I've got good news."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"I'm standing outside."
He feels an electric jolt pass through his body as he stands up, "Really?"
"Really," she unlocks the door and steps in, "I'm home."
He drops the phone in the chair and goes into the kitchen, grinning when he sees her drop her bags to rush into him. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him softly, "I missed you."
"You too."
And she hasn't changed one bit.
This is just a short fluffy drabble. And the first fanfic I have written. My story I am writing is kind of angsty and not as fluffy. So I wanted to write this to butter the readers up. Review?