Song: 'Lucky'- Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Callait
Season: 1
Pairing: Heath/Fly
Author: aussiebabe290 (Rhyleigh)
"Who's cooking tonight?" Heath Carroll wanted to know.
Fly Watson shot him a grin. "We are!"
"We're eating tonight!" Matt Leyland whooped, getting a death stare from Dean 'Edge' Edgely.
"For the last time, it wasn't my fault he forgot about the potatoes!" Bec Sanderson exploded. "We didn't even cause a fire this time!"
"We know, honey", Perri Lawe soothed. "It's not your fault you both suck at cooking".
Bec glared at her roommate and Anna Peterson exploded into giggles.
"Get out of my kitchen!" Heath shooed them out the door and turned to Fly expectantly. "What's on the menu for tonight, little Fly?"
"Chicken soup", Fly read, pulling the yellow sticky note off the fridge and showing Heath. He blushed and yanked open the fridge, sticking his head inside to find the ingredients.
He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was in love with Fly Watson.
She had been his best friend ever since they entered the Solar Blue Surf Academy boarding house, four months ago. He had stood up for her at school, been there for her when she needed him and had just generally been a friend. They were probably the closest of the seven in the boarding house- they treated each other like siblings.
Heath would fight with the boys, and he would emerge from the boys' bathroom in the morning to find Perri and Bec battling it out to get into the bathroom. They all argued during board games, and they teased each other for their lack of cooking skills.
But Heath knew he liked Fly more than he liked a sibling.
But he hadn't said anything.
Do you hear me?
I'm talking to you
Across the water
Across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky
Oh my, baby I'm trying
Fly grinned, as Heath diligently chopped the carrots. In the boarding house, it was clear that they were the closest.
But what Fly couldn't work out was if she liked Heath as a friend or more than a friend.
He made her laugh, he had made her cry. He had nicknamed her, something she never let anyone do. She was just Fly- but Heath had made her feel special by adding a 'little' before it.
She didn't know what she was feeling, but the boy was suddenly appearing in her dreams.
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
Heath held up two sticks of carrot, holding them a few millimetres away from his mouth. "Hey Fly! I'm a walrus!"
Fly burst into pearls of laughter- it was something as stupid as that that made her love him even more. They could be as silly as they wanted with each other, and it didn't even matter.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Heath smiled, hearing Fly's sweet laugh. How he loved that laugh.
He wanted every day to be like the day he kissed her.
Apart from the fact they were almost arrested.
He wanted everything to be the same, minus the police.
They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you, I promise you I will
Fly Watson just grinned, as Heath continued to chop the carrots. It was moments like that she wanted to go back to the day where they had kissed.
It had been perfect. The island was gorgeous, they had splashed around in the sun, sculling strawberry milkshakes and eating greasy hot chips. The perfect way to let loose after tough training.
And they had.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
All Heath wanted was to take Fly back to the island. He had taken a photo of her, right after he had stuck a frangipani in her hair. She had grinned, her sweet smile lighting up his whole world.
She was gorgeous, lying there on the warm sand, soaking up the sun's rays. The light blue bikini, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind- the flower in her hair.
She was beautiful.
He had paid more attention to her that day than he had to the other five put together.
And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Fly wanted to be with Heath, on the island. He had sat there, with her, his tanned, muscular figure glinting in the sunlight.
She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but she liked being there with him. While the others frolicked around in the water, they talked.
And she had listened to every word he had to say.
When the weather got cooler, he had wrapped an arm around her.
And that was how they had stayed, until they were informed they had to go or they'd miss dinner.
Though the breezes through the trees
Move so pretty, you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now
Neither Fly or Heath were going to admit their feelings towards each other- but they both knew they were there.
"Something's burning!" Matt called from the lounge room. "We can all smell it, Heath Carroll!"
Heath swore gently under his breath, ripping the pot off the stove, waving away the steam that had gathered. "We all suck at cooking in this house".
Fly tipped the vegetables into the pot. "It'll be our little secret, Heath".
No one else knew about the kiss.
And it seemed they were going to keep it that way.
They both grinned knowingly at each other, as Heath set the pot back on the stove.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
