'Just friends'/ Dreaming
Disclaimer: This story belongs to me, the characters don't, but if you can prove who they belong to I'll give you my life savings (84p).
She'd been dreaming of him again, his warm embrace, but then the reality of morning stole that away; the alarm pierced her skull sending a wave of pain rippling thought it shoving her forcefully into the new day that awaited her.
She tried to close her eyes escape back into the dream, to stay with him, but the dream sailed out of reach she had to leave him to spend another day with him, but not having him; another day of 'just friends'. Oh how she hated those words.
She met him for breakfast as she had done many times, and they sat together as always, but today she sat next to him so as not to get caught staring into those eyes of his she could get lost in their depths.
His hand brushed against her as he reached for something she felt little bolts of electricity shot though her; he was staring at her and she realised he must have asked her something, but he just chuckled and continued eating.
She'd done this for so long now carried on like normal like nothing had changed, and maybe it hadn't for him, but for her it was different, when the change started was hard to identify she couldn't pin point when her feelings changed or even when the dreams started it was all so gradual.
She briefly wondered if he felt the same way, but no he couldn't not for her, he saw her only as a friend nothing more. She longed to tell him, confess her love, but if she did that she was doomed to lose his friendship, then she wouldn't have him at all, and this having but not having was better than nothing; so she staid silent played at friends 'just friends'.
It was getting harder though; each day it was a little harder to push down the dreams, and pretend nothing had changed to continue her little game of 'just friends' nothing more. A couple of times like when they had fought a battle, and almost lost, almost died; she thought she saw a flicker of something cross his eyes, but then if was gone and she wondered if she had really seen it at all or just imagined it.
The dreams were becoming more powerful, and she longed to stay in bed surrender to them, and live in her dream world where she had him and didn't have to play at 'just friends' anymore; she could touch him, kiss him, feel his warm skin pressed against hers, his comfortable weight on top of her, his.no she had to stop this line of thought she couldn't go there, she wasn't sleeping now, she had to concentrate on her work this crew needed her, awake and alert.
She continued to play 'just friends' pulling it off for another day; they walked past her quarters and she said goodnight as she walked in; wanting very much to pull him in after her, and act out her dreams, but the doors closed and blocked her sight of him ending another day with but without him; another day of 'just friends'.
Disclaimer: This story belongs to me, the characters don't, but if you can prove who they belong to I'll give you my life savings (84p).
She'd been dreaming of him again, his warm embrace, but then the reality of morning stole that away; the alarm pierced her skull sending a wave of pain rippling thought it shoving her forcefully into the new day that awaited her.
She tried to close her eyes escape back into the dream, to stay with him, but the dream sailed out of reach she had to leave him to spend another day with him, but not having him; another day of 'just friends'. Oh how she hated those words.
She met him for breakfast as she had done many times, and they sat together as always, but today she sat next to him so as not to get caught staring into those eyes of his she could get lost in their depths.
His hand brushed against her as he reached for something she felt little bolts of electricity shot though her; he was staring at her and she realised he must have asked her something, but he just chuckled and continued eating.
She'd done this for so long now carried on like normal like nothing had changed, and maybe it hadn't for him, but for her it was different, when the change started was hard to identify she couldn't pin point when her feelings changed or even when the dreams started it was all so gradual.
She briefly wondered if he felt the same way, but no he couldn't not for her, he saw her only as a friend nothing more. She longed to tell him, confess her love, but if she did that she was doomed to lose his friendship, then she wouldn't have him at all, and this having but not having was better than nothing; so she staid silent played at friends 'just friends'.
It was getting harder though; each day it was a little harder to push down the dreams, and pretend nothing had changed to continue her little game of 'just friends' nothing more. A couple of times like when they had fought a battle, and almost lost, almost died; she thought she saw a flicker of something cross his eyes, but then if was gone and she wondered if she had really seen it at all or just imagined it.
The dreams were becoming more powerful, and she longed to stay in bed surrender to them, and live in her dream world where she had him and didn't have to play at 'just friends' anymore; she could touch him, kiss him, feel his warm skin pressed against hers, his comfortable weight on top of her, his.no she had to stop this line of thought she couldn't go there, she wasn't sleeping now, she had to concentrate on her work this crew needed her, awake and alert.
She continued to play 'just friends' pulling it off for another day; they walked past her quarters and she said goodnight as she walked in; wanting very much to pull him in after her, and act out her dreams, but the doors closed and blocked her sight of him ending another day with but without him; another day of 'just friends'.