Chosen One

You might not be the chosen one
Still you wait for your time to come
But your faith has taken a tumble
And your pride is shaken and now and humble no

You must know nothing's set in stone
You must know you are not alone
Try not to ever hate
But can't help but overcompensate
There's a smile says everything's rosy
Maybe ten percent and it's mostly hell
You must know nothing's set in stone
You must know that you're not alone

You dream of another world
Where the guy always gets the girl
But your life is not like the movies
You can shoot your way to heroes should we
Take some time for the underdog
We should take some time for the underdog

The calm ones who get it done
And it's the brave that will overcome
Should you listen to your voices
When they lie and give you no more choices
Afraid what you're gonna do
In this phase that you're going through

After hauling a seventy three inch TV from the store to her car, to her car to her apartment, including three flights of stairs and a tiny doorway, it was my job to set it up.

"Want a beer?" Bones asked after she helped me find the living room over the giant box that had her new TV in it. She asked me what was the best TV money could buy and we went to the store. When she told the man she wanted 'the best one', I thought that guy was going to die right there. It didn't take much convincing by the salesman to tell Bones the bigger TV, the better. We were there for maybe five minutes, but it took me longer than that to actually haul the beast of a TV out to her tiny car. We almost couldn't bring it back.

Then, I had one hell of a time getting the damn TV to her apartment. Jerry, one of the nicer doormen, offered to help me carry it up. But I declined. Bones said it was because I needed to prove to everyone that I was an alpha male but she's been telling me that for years so I knew I didn't need to prove anything.

"Yeah, I'll take a beer," I told her as I started to set up the wall mount.

Three hours and seven beers later, I had the TV perfectly on the wall.

"So…now what? I'm assuming you don't have cable or anything set up yet. What are we going to do with a TV that won't show anything?" I asked.

Bones just smiled and went back to her room. She came back carrying a large box.

"Dad and Russ gave me a DVD player and movies for Christmas two years ago. I'm just now getting around to getting a TV so I can watch them."

I nodded and took the player from her to set up. "So what movies do you have?"

"Not a lot. But I already know which one I want to watch…if it's okay with you."

I shrugged. "What is it?"

"The Philadelphia Story."

"It's about Philly? Okay!"

"Well…not really. Just watch it. You'll see." She handed me the DVD and I put it in. I grabbed the remote and sat down next to her.

"Black and white? What happened to the color movies? You got any of those?"

She shook her head. "This one's one of my favorites. I wanted to be Katharine Hepburn."

So she was like a normal kid, I thought. I knew, for the most part, pretty much everything about her childhood. The longer we were together, the more she told me. We had been together for almost eight months by the time she decided to get a TV.

"I'll call the satellite company in the morning to set up the channels," she said, changing the subject. I nodded and pulled her closer to my side. She leaned her back to my side and pulled my arm to wrap around her.

She was opening up, becoming more human, as I called it. I kissed her head and she smiled.

"This is all I've ever wanted," she said.

"I know, Baby," I whispered and received an elbow in the ribs from her.

She was asleep barely five minutes into the movie so I turned it off and hoisted her up to carry her to her bed. She curled up in my arms and held onto me for dear life.

"Mmmm," she smiled and groaned as we reached her room.

"You okay?" I whispered. She nodded, eyes still closed and arms still wrapped around my neck.

"Do you love me?" she asked quietly.

I nodded though she couldn't see me. "Do you want me to prove it too you?"

She just nodded again and I grew an odd sense of déjà vu. I couldn't remember where I had seen this before. I shrugged it off and pulled my shirt off. I did the same to Bones until we were both down to barely any clothes. I desperately kissed her mouth one last time before working my way down to her neck and chest.

I woke up the next morning to find her already awake. She was typing away on her laptop, focused on the screen.

"Have a little inspiration from last night?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

She giggled. "Maybe," she answered.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed to go back to my apartment to pick up some clean clothes before Parker's hockey game.

"I'll be back to pick you up in a few. You should get ready. Parker's game starts in a hour," I said, slipping on my jeans from the day before.

"Stay."

I looked back up at her. "Huh?"

"There's clothes in my closet that are yours. They're clean. A few pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts."

I chuckled. "Maybe I should just move in," I joked.

"You should." It took me a minute to realize she wasn't kidding.

"Are you sure, Bones? Or are you kidding?"

Her voice became clinical. "You spend more time out of the week here than your apartment, Parker told me he liked my apartment better than yours because it smells nicer and I cook more often and…my apartment's bigger."

"So you're serious?"

"I am," she said, still focusing on her typing. I walked over to her, set her laptop on the bed, and kissed her.

"When I can move in?"

"After Parker's game?"

"Well you should get ready then. The faster you get ready, the faster the game will start and the faster I can cancel my lease!"

"You know it doesn't really work that fast. What if Parker's game goes into overtime?"

"He's going to have some motivation to win once I tell him I'm getting rid of my place. He like his room here better anyway."

She looked confused. "Since when has the guest room turned into Parker's room?"

"Since the last time we spent the weekend here and you told him he could put up his Flyers poster! Have you been planning this for a while? How long have you wanted to ask me to move in?"

"A few nights when you called the bathroom 'our bathroom'."

I smiled at her. "Well then…let's go to our bathroom and get you cleaned up!" I shouted, pulling her toward the shower.

A/N: Okay this would've been up hours ago but my computer crashed and it didn't save! So I had to start all over. I was furious. Anyway, sorry about the delay, hopefully I can get another chapter up by tonight. Let me know what you think!