Chapter 4: (A little later.)
As I sat talking to Philip, I suddenly heard a soft melody begin to fill the room. Someone had obviously started the jukebox.
"You don't bring me flowers.
You don't sing me love songs."
"You hardly talk to me anymore.
When I come through the door at the end of the day."
How appropriate. I thought.
"I remember when.
You couldn't wait to love me.
You used to hate to leave me.
Now after lovin' me late at night."
"Would you like to dance?" Said Philip.
"Why not."
Philip took my hand and we came together where we stood. This was only a regular bar, after all, so there wasn't any dance floor. He held my right hand, and put his other arm around my waist. I placed my spare hand on his arm, and rested my head against his shoulder, as I listened to the lyrics. Philip, of course, had just heard a slow tune, and used it as his chance to get close to me. It was nice, but I wasn't thinking about him. All could do was listen, and realise just how appropriate to me and Frasier the lyrics were.
……"And you don't bring me flowers, anymore."
"You used to be so natural." "Used to be."
"Talk about forever." "mmm mmm mmmm"
But used-to-be's don't count anymore.
They just lay on the floor, 'til we sweep them away."
"An' baby I remember.
All the things you taught me."
"I learned how to laugh.
And I learned how to cry."
"Well I learned how to love.
And I learned how to lie."
"So you'd think I could learn how to tell you goodbye."
"So you'd think I could learn how to tell you goodbye."
"You don't bring me flowers, anymore."
"Well you'd think I could learn, how to tell you goodbye!"
"You don't say you need me."
"You don't sing me love songs."
"You don't bring me flowers. Anymore."
As the song ended I felt my eye's start to well up with tears, but I managed to hold them back. When I lifted my head from Philip's shoulders, he looked into my eyes, and said.
"You really are beautiful. You know that?"
"Thank you." I said, as I noticed that he his eye's were almost as blue as Frasier's. And with that thought in my head, before I knew what I was doing, I felt his lips against mine.
I pulled away as soon as I realised that this wasn't the way Frasier normally kissed me. Then I realised what I had done.
As I sat talking to Philip, I suddenly heard a soft melody begin to fill the room. Someone had obviously started the jukebox.
"You don't bring me flowers.
You don't sing me love songs."
"You hardly talk to me anymore.
When I come through the door at the end of the day."
How appropriate. I thought.
"I remember when.
You couldn't wait to love me.
You used to hate to leave me.
Now after lovin' me late at night."
"Would you like to dance?" Said Philip.
"Why not."
Philip took my hand and we came together where we stood. This was only a regular bar, after all, so there wasn't any dance floor. He held my right hand, and put his other arm around my waist. I placed my spare hand on his arm, and rested my head against his shoulder, as I listened to the lyrics. Philip, of course, had just heard a slow tune, and used it as his chance to get close to me. It was nice, but I wasn't thinking about him. All could do was listen, and realise just how appropriate to me and Frasier the lyrics were.
……"And you don't bring me flowers, anymore."
"You used to be so natural." "Used to be."
"Talk about forever." "mmm mmm mmmm"
But used-to-be's don't count anymore.
They just lay on the floor, 'til we sweep them away."
"An' baby I remember.
All the things you taught me."
"I learned how to laugh.
And I learned how to cry."
"Well I learned how to love.
And I learned how to lie."
"So you'd think I could learn how to tell you goodbye."
"So you'd think I could learn how to tell you goodbye."
"You don't bring me flowers, anymore."
"Well you'd think I could learn, how to tell you goodbye!"
"You don't say you need me."
"You don't sing me love songs."
"You don't bring me flowers. Anymore."
As the song ended I felt my eye's start to well up with tears, but I managed to hold them back. When I lifted my head from Philip's shoulders, he looked into my eyes, and said.
"You really are beautiful. You know that?"
"Thank you." I said, as I noticed that he his eye's were almost as blue as Frasier's. And with that thought in my head, before I knew what I was doing, I felt his lips against mine.
I pulled away as soon as I realised that this wasn't the way Frasier normally kissed me. Then I realised what I had done.