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((This is a one shot fic/songfic to the song 'I Think I Love You' from The Partridge Family. David Cassidy is HOT.))

I Think I Love You

I Think I Love You
I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain

I don't know exactly what it is, but I have dreams lately. Dreams of him. Dreams of Spot. Across our apartment that we share for collage I see his silhouette in his bed, his chest rising and falling softly with every breath. I sit up and clutch my pillow to my chest, pretending it's him, wishing it were him.

Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread:
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

But I don't know why I feel this way, it's like everything is backwards, but moving forwards at the same time. I just looked at him and realized how beautiful he was. He looked at me and smiled. "Race, what are you doing?" he asked.

Distantly his voice came to me and I replied, "just thinking."

He blinked those blue eyes of his, the ones that make me feel weak and small, and turned back to his World History essay that was due two days ago.

Every time he comes home after class, drops his books on the kitchen table with his hair ruffled and his jacket dishevelled, I just want to smooth out the wrinkles and ask him how his day was. And when he says it was bad I'll tell him that mine was too, just to make him feel like he's not alone in the world.

This morning, I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it
And didn't I go and shout it
When you walked into my room.
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

Spot, however, doesn't know what I'm feeling, so I'm the one who's really alone in the world. Sometimes, I see him and his girlfriend walking through campus and wish he was holding my hand and not hers.

I keep telling myself to stop acting so love-struck; it's just a guy. A perfect, beautiful, guy. I know he wouldn't hate me if I told him how I felt, but I still don't want to. I wouldn't be able to watch him and dream if he turned me down because I'd know there was no chance between us.

I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of?

I don't want him to love me back, what if he breaks my heart? Worse, what if I break his? I don't think I could hurt Spot like that, I don't think I could submit him to such pain, a pain that I could have avoided by keeping my feelings to myself, by not telling him. But what is life without pain? What should I do about Spot?

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you
Isn't that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I've never felt this way

I know that if he said he didn't love me back I'd leave him alone, but he hasn't said anything yet and I still hope that he's grown a love for me, some kind of love. Any love from Spot Conlon I'll take. If he wants me to leave and never talk to him again I suppose I'll listen, I don't think I can deny Spot anything.

Believe me
You really don't have to worry
I only want to make you happy
And if you say,
Hey, go away, I will

If I never tell him, he'll never tell me to leave and I'll stay and love him from the shadows, a secret love he won't know about.

But I think better still
I ought to stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case?
Let me ask you to your face:
Do you think you love me?
I think I love you!

I am shocked out of my thoughts by his voice. He is muttering lazily and I'm sure he's asleep.

I melt into my bed and listen to him, wishing he were beside me, wishing I could feel him.

Comforted by the sound of his voice I begin to drift off, and just before I sleep I hear him say, "Race, I think I love you."

THE END

((What'd you think? It's my first ever songfic, please review and tell me how I did or how to improve! Thanks!))