On Your Side - A Rocket to the Moon
She's got that look in her eyes again. I screwed up. I should've stood up for her in Glee, when everyone was rolling their eyes and telling her to sit down. I stayed quiet. I saw her look at me, pleading for me to say something. I didn't.
"How can you just let them say those things," she asks as I adjust the pillows on her bed and lean back against them, "I'm you're girlfriend, you're suppose to be on my side."
"I am on your side," I say, avoiding her eyes. I can't bear to see the disappointment in them. It hurts too much. I'm never good enough.
"Are you," she mumbles, falling onto her side of the bed and rolling away from me. I think she's crying, but I can't tell for sure. Still, it hurts more than seeing the disappointing look she gives me.
I sigh, rolling towards her and wrapping and arm around her, pulling her tight against me and pressing my lips to her ear, "Always. Sometimes I can't find the right words. Sometimes I don't know what to say. Sometimes I just don't realize I'm doing things wrong until the moment has passed. Then it's too late. But I'm always on your side, Rachel. No matter what."
She relaxes and there's a sniffle, a loud one, and her cheek is wet. Definitely crying.
"Everyone still thinks you hate me," she whispers and rests her hand on my arm around her.
"No one thinks that," I assure her, gently kissing her neck, "Everyone knows I love you."
She stiffens and I realize I haven't said that before, but I don't want to take it back. I feel like I should've said it a long time ago.
"You love me," she asks in the smallest of voices, twisting so she can turn to look at me with wide, swollen brown eyes.
"Duh," I chuckle, brushing the strands of hair caught in her tears.
"Me too," she smiles, then rolls her eyes, "I mean, I love you too."
