A/N 1: I was gonna write a drabble inspired by something I read on Tumblr, but then I thought, 'nah, it should be a songfic!'. But I couldn't find a song, so I wrote one.

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Of course I'm thinking of you at the very instant I get your text. But then, I think of you often. Not that you'd know.

Stuck in traffic,
Tensions high.
I pick up my phone
To pass the time.

Angry birds, Twitter,
What comes next?
Scrolling thru my contacts
When I get your text.

I know I haven't been as communicative lately, during our off-hours. It's cuz I feel this weird – thing – between us, and it makes me shy. Like I'm hungry all the time, but trying to pretend that I'm not, and it makes me feel like everyone must notice, including you.

Yeah, I'm hungry for you.

Your 'how's it going' got my fingers flyin'
One word from you and my day is fine
You send a smiley, I can't help but smile
I'm feelin' better than I have in a while

You're so funny. I know that in the real world you get tongue-tied sometimes, but you're a very fast texter. I always wonder what's going on in your head when I see 'Bobby is typing…' for minutes on end.

Cars are movin'
But I don't care
Driving one-handed
Thru the summer glare

You're still 'typing'
I've gone a long way.
What are you thinking
That you can't say?

Of course I regret it the instant I hit ENTER. Words I've thought many times but what was I thinking actually saying them? Must be the heat and traffic getting to me.

Your 'how's it going' got my fingers flyin'
One word from you and my day is fine
You send a smiley, I can't help but smile
I'm feelin' better than I have in a while

I've got a secret, deep inside
Sometimes I think that you feel it too
We laugh, we cry, we run and hide
Through thick, through thin, we've got our pride
Do you love me like I love you?

I stare at the screen out of the corner of my eye, wondering what you must be thinking?

ME: Every time I see
'Bobby is typing' then
minutes later you reply,
"Uh huh", I wonder if
you just confessed your
love via text, then
thought better of it…

#Headwheel

I hear sirens
I pull to the side
Hope I got my ID
In this ride

"You textin' lady?"
A familiar voice…
"Can't help it, officer,
I got no choice."

You never replied. My heart in my mouth, I absentmindedly pull over a few blocks from my house when I hear the sirens. Surprised when I hear the tap on the glass.

You never did finish that text
But I don't have to wonder what comes next
We took a chance and when our lips met
I knew that I would never regret

Now you tell me you love me all the time. With your mouth, your body, your actions, and everything about you.

Not via text though, we're careful about what goes into writing.

Well that's not entirely true. The ring you gave me, which I wear on a chain while we're at work, says it all (at least to someone who knows you). The inscription reads, "I got the message."

Thank you so much for reading! Please take a few moments to review!

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