You don't know me
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody from Queer as Folk. However, I love the show and the pairing of Brian/Michael. I also don't own this song; it was written by Eddy Arnold and Cindy Walker and has been performed by many talented artists. My favorite version is done by Michael Buble, and it was his version that inspired this fic. Now that I've said all that, I hope you enjoy this story and remember: a well-reviewed story makes a happy author.
You give your hand to me, and then you say hello
And I can hardly speak; my heart is beating so
And anyone can tell, you think you know me well
Well, you don't know me
That's how it's always been, you know? Every time I see you, it's like I've got a stomach full of butterflies. I can totally play it off most of the time, but sometimes I still get flustered, even though we've been best friends since forever. And even though I don't say anything about it, I think you're the only person who doesn't realize it.
No you don't know the one, who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips, and longs to hold you tight
Oh, I'm just a friend, that's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me
Sometimes I just want to grab you and kiss you and tell you how much I love you, that all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you and make you happy. But I don't. I just stay in the background as the ever loyal best friend and amusing but lovable nerd; Michael Novotny, biggest coward of all time.
For I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
A chance that you might love me too
Yeah, when it comes down to it, that's what I am: a coward. I mean, I have thought about what it would be like to tell you the truth. There are nights where I spend hours playing the scene over and over in my head. But no matter what fairy tale endings I conjure in my mind, my heart knows better. I've always been your best friend, and I'll never be anything more than that to you, no matter how close we are. So I stand by and watch you go back to Justin, who has somehow managed to capture your heart in the way I always wanted to but never could.
You give your hand to me, and then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away, beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never know, the one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me
You kiss my forehead and walk away with him, and I realize that, no matter how well you know me, the truest part of my heart will always be hidden from you.
Fin