For Issy. For being an amazing sister, just as crazy as I am and incredibly tollerent of the mess my side of the room seems to be in permanently :P Love you xxxx
I won't give up- Jason Mraz
"I won't give up on us, even if the skies get rough,
I'm giving you all my love, I'm still looking up."
She sits up in bed beside you as she poses the question, reaching over to grab the bedcovers you through off her edge of the mattress a couple of hours ago now and pulling them around her shoulders, shivering a little. You can't quite make out her figure in the darkness of your bedroom, but thanks to the full moon of tonight and the slight crack in the middle of your curtains where each edge fails slightly to meet the other, you can just about make out her long blonde curls cascading down her shoulders, falling onto the bedcovers now wrapped around her, concealing her naked body from sight. You can't quite make out her facial features- it's too dark for that- though you know her so well after eight years of friendship that you don't need your eyes to see her now; the image in your head is plenty accurate enough. You imagine her eyes wide, chocolate brown irises completely concealed due to the size of her pupils as they attempt to adjust to the lack of light available in the lurid room. Her cheeks are most likely a delicate pink after the events of tonight so far, her lips a little redder and fuller than normal, giving away that they've been kissed.
You don't need to be able to see her to know just how beautiful she looks.
"Hmm?" You sit up yourself as you respond to her question, shuffle about blind in the dark as you attempt to move in closer to her. The lack of light has skewed your spatial awareness a little; you can see her slight form a little to your left on the other side of the bed but to actually work out where she is in relation to you is a little more difficult. She bash into her side a little harder than anticipate, finding her at last, murmuring an apology into her hair and wrapping your arms around her shoulders gently, diligently, pulling her in so close to your chest you could swear her heartbeat changes to slot into perfect synchronisation with yours.
But still she feels tense.
"Promise never to leave me?"
You sense her turn her head to face you now as she waits nervously for an answer, and even though your eyes are still yet to adjust to the light- or lack of- you swear you can still make out the fear in her perfect eyes, even if you can't quite tell exactly where they are.
Afraid because this new relationship between the two of you which extends far beyond that of best friends and is still so new and vulnerable, but you're guessing that like you, already she has become far more attached, dependent even, upon the idea of this working out and becoming a permanent thing for the rest of her life than might be considered healthy at this stage.
Afraid in case things go wrong and the perfection of the relationship you share now dissolves into nothingness after a matter of weeks, leaves her broken hearted and without her best friend's shoulders to cry on, too.
You don't blame her.
You feel exactly the same way yourself.
And that, combined with the fact that you've known her for rather a long time now and pride yourself in knowing her very soul, the delicate pathway right to the very centre of her heart, means that you know exactly how to comfort her.
"Never, Nikki, never," you promise her, stroking her hair gently as she rests her head on your chest sleepily, just a little agitated. "Never, I promise. I'm never giving up on us, not now, not with all that we have. I love you Nicola Alexander. I'm never letting you go."
Satisfied with your response, she reaches up to kiss you passionately on the lips, so close to you in communicating her love and affection that you can feel her eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as her body begins to give in to sleep. You lay her down gently beside you; tuck her in, before curling up close and leaning over to whisper five final words of tonight into her ear.
"Night, Nikki. I love you."
Right, first of all, I apologise sincerely fo this, what you're looking at right now is what happens when you coop me up on a plane for 4 hours with an ipod and a pen :P This fic is basically a series of drabbles, written to an ipod on shuffle (although my eleven year old sister was in charge of my ipod, so whether it was actually on shuffle or not is debatable :P ). Each drabble is inspired by whatever happened to come up music-wise, which means some of it is fairly normal and some of it is NOT to be taken seriously :P Don't laugh at my taste in music if you can help it, and rest assured you don't need to have heard any of the tracks in question to read. Though if you have, some of them might make you laugh at my attempts to write a fic around them :P Hopefully in a good way!
I wasn't sure if I was going to upload this at first but I've been talked into seeing how it goes down, so reviews would be much appreciated :) There are another 12 where this came from, and if they go down well I have plans for a bonus one too. Each one will be dedicated to family/friends/people I've met on here who never fail to make me smile, you never know, if you leave me an extra nice review I might give you one ;)