Okay, it was 5 30 in the morning. Do NOT ask why I was up still. I was about to log off, eyes so blurry I was seeing Johnny Depp in my lounge room, possibly because I was overtired, not because of the blurriness, but still. And suddenly, this popped into my head. Introducing Drabbbbbbbbleeee (third wife sold separately)
Yeah, there may be a chance I'm still overtired. Or drunk, I get the two confused. But anyway, please read and review, there ain't much to do either of to, so it won't be too much of a hassle! I gave up my beauty sleep for this! I'm ugly now! Ahem, feel free to decide who the woman in this is, of course, by now, we all know it's Chandler, and I know who I think is the woman, but you guys, make up what ever you want, okay? Okay, catch ya'all with Smoke and Mirrors, which will be soon, I promise!
I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do own...I got nothing...DRABBLE.
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He watches me, Frank Sinatra eyes steadfast like always, and it's all I can do to not look away.
His gaze is strong, like always, and like always, it makes me uncomfortable, because I know why he looks at me like that; why his eyes bore into my soul, exploring me, tasting me, knowing me.
Then he turns away, turns to her, talks to her, and I hear what I always hear.
There is always the need for him to validate his answers to her with a splattering of 'I love you's', and I wonder if it is out of guilt, or even a lie.
But I know it is guilt, and I know that because the gaze always returns to me, unwavering; steadfast, intense, and when the gaze comes, I revel in the Frank Sinatra eyes undressing my soul, and I do the same to him, unwavering, steadfast, intense.
But still, even as we explore each other, I squirm unconsciously, because of his validating answers to her, and I just know that unwavering glances is all we could ever have.