What Do I See (When I'm looking at You)
Park 2 of a short Daikeru/Takesuke fic by LukesDragon
It's late, far too late for this. My arm has gone numb, I need to come up with a very good story to tell my mother as to why there's a swamp all over the floor and a Daisuke passed out on the sofa. First of all though I need to find a way to get him off my shoulder without waking him up. He probably deserves to be woken up, the swamp is, of course his fault.
I set to work on trying to clean it as best I can, I'm half tempted to call Kari and see if she knows and tricks for getting muddy soccer boot marks off of brand new spill anything on this and die carpets. But I can't stay angry at him, just looking at him makes me smile. I love looking at him, although I know I shouldn't crushing on your friends usually works out badly.
It's not like I can't help it I've tried to fight these feelings, put them down to teen hormones and the dreadful Ishida/Takashi genes that mean you find yourself only wanting the things you can't have.
He is hot though damp auburn hair fallen across his eyes, he really needs to get it cut or take up wearing hats really, I really must stop thinking about this.
I wonder what you see when you look at me, do you ever, in your secret dreams think about me as more than a friend? I know what I see looking at you lying there, it's the same things I see when I cast half glances your way at school, or in the park. I see fire and ice.
You really do deserve those crests you carry, I wish I had your courage to not care what nobodies think, for the opinions of my friends to be the only ones I worry about.
You meet life head on, you're just so Daisuke. So direct and straight forward. I remember you've told me you're so rubbish at lying you never bother. Its cute how transparent you are when you try, you blush and say 'umm' a lot. Its better you said to try and fail than to never try. Maybe I should just get some courage of my own and ask you straight out, and see if you blush, or if you just turn around and punch me out. I really wish I had that courage.
You've never believed in the friendship one as much though have you? I know you and my brother have had long debates about it, which surprised me when he told me, I never knew you could be so deep. But you're better with people than me, if a bit rash, you can be such a jerk though it must be the Taichi factor that makes you so damned sure you're always right. That's why you're here tonight some fall out with the rest of your soccer team, something about right wings and centre backs and not wanting to play in unfamiliar positions. I had no idea what you're talking about but just sat and listened as you ranted about three five two and soccer things and how the rest of your team were a bunch of narrow minded jerks. It's all so black and white with you.
And then you fell asleep on my arm in your hand squeezing my hand quite by accident. And it felt so right. I felt like I was eight again and filled with wonder and magic. It's sad that it could be the only time we do this. It's such a little thing but I felt so good and right. Does that make me wrong? So woefully immature? I know, I know you just see T.K when you see me, the boy in the hat who's name you get wrong, is two letters so hard to remember?
It's stupid, but I'm in love with you. I hope you feel the same and maybe one day will see something more when you're looking at me. Is hope all I have? Or is there… no enough now it's too late for this.