My first fanfic and can't say I'm overly happy with it but I've wanted to do one on this pairing for a while so I thought I'd take a stab at it none the less. Anyway, written from the POV of Roxy Mitchell about her relationship with Christian, and lets just say I know how she feels. Title named after the film, staring Jenifer Aniston in which her character falls in love with her gay flatmate, it seemed appropriate. Hope you like it :)

"You can do whatever you want for him but it's not gonna change anything".

She had to say that didn't she? Good old Ronnie, always was the older and wiser sister, always able to see right through me. Also able to bring me crashing down back to earth with one sentence. She's right ya know.

On the outside I'm all "what you on about? It's not like that, we're just really good mates." Who exactly are you trying to convince? "I'm doing this for him and Syed because…" and how does that even sentence finish eh? I mean the real reason not just that stuff about doing a good thing, helping out a mate and his boyfriend. I might actually be pregnant with Christian's child right now. Have I actually thought this through?

I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone trying to pretend I'm not thinking it. Maybe it's because I thought that by giving him a baby it would bring us closer together, maybe if we had a child toether he'd want me. Maybe he could feel that way about me. If we sleep together he'll realise. What was I thinking? He's gay! I even properly tried it on with him, I dressed up to impress him, and was full on flirting; I acted like a complete idiot! As if he was gonna find any of that attractive.

Of course he wasn't actually gonna sleep with me. The sad thing is that I wanted to so badly, and I have before. It's like this one time when we got completely wasted on a night out, we went back to his place at the end of the night cause I lost my keys and couldn't get into the house.

I must have been a right state but it doesn't matter, like a proper gentleman he gave me one of his clean shirts to sleep in. I put it on, a typical bloke's shirt it was comfortably oversized and I noticed that it still smelt of him. Now I may have been drunk but I remember everything from then on perfectly, it was so awkward getting into bed, we both had our own side just like a married couple.

"Night Rox." He switched the light off and that was that, we were turned away from each other, back to back, but I couldn't sleep, I was just listening, thinking. I wanted to turn over, touch him, hold him, but I stayed stiff, and suddenly I realised that I was trying to breathe really slowly and quietly as if I was hiding. I was lying so close next to him and yet if felt like there was a wall between us. I wasn't sure how long it was before I fell asleep, but I do know that I lay there for ages wondering what he was thinking before he did.

The next morning I was woken up by the curtains suddenly opening to reveal blinding sunlight and a pounding headache. I cowered away from the light and scrunched up my eyes up only for him to come over and the sheets being pulled off me, I pulled them back and he sat next to me. "You know your beautiful when your asleep, just watching you lying there..." he said, and then kissed me on the forehead, I struggled to shake myself awake to check I hadn't just dreamt that last bit. He bounced off the bed and walked to the kitchen saying tomething like "Come on sleeping beauty, get your arse out of bed, what do you say to a fry-up?" I just wish I had been fully wake to remember that properly.

"You can do whatever you want for him but it's not gonna change anything".

I know…