Random Disclaimer Cause I Always Forget These: I do not own Scrubs, Bill Lawrence does. Is my name Bill Lawrence? Well even if I changed my name to Bill Lawrence, I would sadly not be any closer to owning Scrubs. =(
Music-is-luv: Since I missed your review for the last chapter, I am really sorry that I'm busy, I wish I could do nothing but write. =) And I shall marry you!! XD
Kiwi-Satsuma: Aww I love that I've made a fan! =) Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside it does. =)
Synner23: Thanks! I wish I could update more often, and when summer comes you all will be drowned with updates! Since I go to school where the Kentucky Derby is held, we all get out before the first weekend in May. It's convenient at times. =)
Well loves, I'm feeling particularly inspired this week…mainly because it's spring break and I have nothing else to do but apologize profusely for not updating in a century. I still am alive and love you all for bearing with me. =) I also acknowledge that I am inspired by a certain fic that I'm reading in the Scrubs fandom called My Unexpected Bad Habit and I have to say that I am in so much love with it that I felt like sharing the love with my loyal fans. Anyways, on with another update. =)
Quixotic: Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals.
J.D. P.o.v.:
Well, I've just been cut off in a most delicious way by Dr. Cox, and not that I'm complaining, just the opposite actually, but I know that we need to talk about this weird shizzle that's going on between us. I reluctantly leave my comfort zone of Perry's soft lips and settle into the discomfort zone which is serious conversation between us.
"Perry…not that I don't really love the attention…but we need to talk."
"I was sort of hoping you'd forget about that."
I nearly did with you kissing me like that…
"Is there something you need to tell me? I mean…These last couple of months have been the happiest of my life, just being with you Perry…and I just need to know…if it's been the same for you, or if it's all in my head…am I just dreaming this?" I asked softly, not really wanting the answer.
I heard the deep sigh that usually signaled that I was about to not get my way about something.
"J.D., I want to be with you. That's all that I'm sure about at this moment, and I'm being honest with you. No frills or razzle-dazzle here Newbie. I'm giving it to you straight, I'm scared, and I don't know what to do with myself. I still…want you. You don't have to worry about that. I just really don't know what in the hell is the matter with me."
That was probably the most emotionally honest response I was going to get, and I was grateful for it. I understood wedding-bells being confused for hell-hound barks because of Turk and Carla's engagement and how I had to comfort Turk when he started getting the cold feet…and look at them now.
"Perry…" I started, but then I had a better idea. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to reinitiate that kiss that I had interrupted so rudely moments ago. I think he gets the idea.