Chances
By Shari
Disclaimer: Team Rocket belong to Nintendo. I own nothing, never have and probably never will. ^_^;
A/N: Gasp now this is a turn up for the books eh? I'm actually submitting another piece of fanfiction and today of all days as well! Just a short snippet from Jessie's POV and a new take on her feelings for James.
He sits with his back to me thinking I do not know what he is thinking.
He forgets that he is my best friend.
He forgets that I can read him like an open book.
He is wondering whether or not now is the time.
Meowth's off finding us something to eat.
Now would be the perfect time.
I shift my position slightly.
Just enough so that he knows I am there and that I am waiting for him to speak.
I lightly trace a hand in the dirt, making patterns and swirls in the dust.
He must know I hate sleeping out in the cold, in the dark.
He must know how much I resent the twerps for having warm beds to stay in and food on the table each night.
He must know I grow weary of this mission.
He must know what I have for a long time now.
We will never catch that yellow rat.
James knows lots of things that he tries to hide.
He knows I love him.
He pretends he doesn't but I see it in his eyes.
We talk.
About finding someone to love.
I make my feelings clear.
The way I look at him.
The way I always steer the conversation back round to love… and us.
I want to tell him I love him.
I can't make the first move.
I suppose I don't want the responsibility.
It is funny really.
Strong, dependable Jessie scared of a little responsibility.
Or am I stubborn?
Or simply afraid?
I don't want to ruin our friendship.
That friendship was all I had.
I don't want the burden of knowing it was I that ruined that friendship should the relationship end.
I know it's selfish.
I know if I leave it up to him we will never be together.
James loves me so much that he will deny his own heart to protect me.
This is torture for us both and yet it is how it is meant to be.
I will not tell him and James cannot tell me.
James thinks I do not know what he is thinking.
He is wrong.
I know lots of things.
"Jessie?"
Our eyes meet.
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks.
Could this be it?
"Yes James?"
My heart pounds as he comes closer.
His face is inches from my own.
"What do you want for dinner?"
I thought I knew what he was thinking… hmmm I guess not.
A/N: What did ya all think? I typed this in under ten minutes – which is good for me.
