[fic] youtube rpf - "Going to bed is the best time to say 'I love you'"
More fanfic! I'm getting really good with these.
Title: Going to bed is the best time to say 'I love you'
Fandom: Youtube (rpf)
Pairing: Luke Conard / Kristina Horner (yes, ayam nuts and proud kthnx)
Rating: PG-13 is enough
Summary: Why does Luke have to be so complicated when it comes to say such three simple words?
It's only a joke. You only made it up to cheer the fans, make it cutter, well, everything. But do you think it is really true?
- Hey, Kristina.
- What? - you snap, looking at him, and then you notice (damn his eyes are really bright ) the sweet way he pronounces your name. It makes you giggle inside and want to hug him (return those bear hugs he gave you when you needed, why not?).
- I was thinking about that 'We wrote the e-mails in caps' thing we made up a few minutes ago.
- What's wrong with that?
- Hmm, nothing. Just thinking. It would be really cute - now you look at him and notice that he's blushing (and god you just find it adorable).
- But it's partly true. Some of the e-mails were really written in caps - you try to make sense, although your mind is too exhausted. (well, you went on tour and only came back today, and you even made a video explaining to your fans - once again - why you're taking NaNoWriMo)
He remains silent, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hand (he's staring at it with his bright blue eyes, and he seems so sad).
- What's wrong, Luke? Don't like hot chocolate?
- What? Uh, no, I love it - he says, almost faking a smile (you can see that only the corners of his lips are lifted up and you can't see his white teeth shining), and then he takes a sip and says - Oh gawsh, really good. What I needed.
You just stand there looking at him, sort of startled (well, your eyes are wide open and your lips are pursed). Luke never acted like that before. Well, Luke never acts that way when he's with you (he's all sweetness, tenderness, loving, so romantic that it's even sick, but in fact, you adore it), and now he's just there, silent, with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand and a blanket covered all over him because Seattle is much colder than LA.
You wait for him to say something, but he is just there, and gosh, why don't you want to break that silence too? (and you know you should try, but you're not brave enough to do so)
So you just keep waiting for him to say something. It's almost 2am and you know you're probably sleeping till noon tomorrow. You're almost sure it will be good, sleeping that much, with his body warming yours, making you feel dizzy and sort of sappy (but that's the way things work when you're with him), but then you wonder if he'll sleep with you today since he's all forlorn now.
You know you're both starting to fall asleep - you're not usually awake till that late - and your eyelids are so heavy now so you just go to bed. Some minutes after (when you're already with your pajamas on) he shows up in your tiny bedroom and you actually feel brave to tell him to sleep on the floor because the bed is to small for the both of you. He waits for your permission to sunk beside you in your bed and you are just paralyzed and nod to him as though you were hypnotized (he kinda makes you feel hypnotized and you don't know whether to love it or hate it because you have your self-esteem and your proud and any guy will take that from you) .
So when he sinks beside you (you're not sleeping at all, only faking it) and turns off the light, you turn to face him and now he's watching you with his eyes (which are shining even in the dark) and you wait for him to finally say something because you have a feeling he will say whatever he needs to now.
- Kristina, I love you. No, I don't mean it like only three words; I mean it with all my heart - he whispers, because someone (anyone) might hear his confession.
You just clung to him so tight that night it probably hurts him and you know he doesn't really care if it is that way.
Well, now I'm becoming a writer, or sort of. One shot's are awesome, specially with different fandoms. :)
Title: Going to bed is the best time to say 'I love you'
Fandom: Youtube (rpf)
Pairing: Luke Conard / Kristina Horner (yes, ayam nuts and proud kthnx)
Rating: PG-13 is enough
Summary: Why does Luke have to be so complicated when it comes to say such three simple words?
It's only a joke. You only made it up to cheer the fans, make it cutter, well, everything. But do you think it is really true?
- Hey, Kristina.
- What? - you snap, looking at him, and then you notice (damn his eyes are really bright ) the sweet way he pronounces your name. It makes you giggle inside and want to hug him (return those bear hugs he gave you when you needed, why not?).
- I was thinking about that 'We wrote the e-mails in caps' thing we made up a few minutes ago.
- What's wrong with that?
- Hmm, nothing. Just thinking. It would be really cute - now you look at him and notice that he's blushing (and god you just find it adorable).
- But it's partly true. Some of the e-mails were really written in caps - you try to make sense, although your mind is too exhausted. (well, you went on tour and only came back today, and you even made a video explaining to your fans - once again - why you're taking NaNoWriMo)
He remains silent, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hand (he's staring at it with his bright blue eyes, and he seems so sad).
- What's wrong, Luke? Don't like hot chocolate?
- What? Uh, no, I love it - he says, almost faking a smile (you can see that only the corners of his lips are lifted up and you can't see his white teeth shining), and then he takes a sip and says - Oh gawsh, really good. What I needed.
You just stand there looking at him, sort of startled (well, your eyes are wide open and your lips are pursed). Luke never acted like that before. Well, Luke never acts that way when he's with you (he's all sweetness, tenderness, loving, so romantic that it's even sick, but in fact, you adore it), and now he's just there, silent, with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand and a blanket covered all over him because Seattle is much colder than LA.
You wait for him to say something, but he is just there, and gosh, why don't you want to break that silence too? (and you know you should try, but you're not brave enough to do so)
So you just keep waiting for him to say something. It's almost 2am and you know you're probably sleeping till noon tomorrow. You're almost sure it will be good, sleeping that much, with his body warming yours, making you feel dizzy and sort of sappy (but that's the way things work when you're with him), but then you wonder if he'll sleep with you today since he's all forlorn now.
You know you're both starting to fall asleep - you're not usually awake till that late - and your eyelids are so heavy now so you just go to bed. Some minutes after (when you're already with your pajamas on) he shows up in your tiny bedroom and you actually feel brave to tell him to sleep on the floor because the bed is to small for the both of you. He waits for your permission to sunk beside you in your bed and you are just paralyzed and nod to him as though you were hypnotized (he kinda makes you feel hypnotized and you don't know whether to love it or hate it because you have your self-esteem and your proud and any guy will take that from you) .
So when he sinks beside you (you're not sleeping at all, only faking it) and turns off the light, you turn to face him and now he's watching you with his eyes (which are shining even in the dark) and you wait for him to finally say something because you have a feeling he will say whatever he needs to now.
- Kristina, I love you. No, I don't mean it like only three words; I mean it with all my heart - he whispers, because someone (anyone) might hear his confession.
You just clung to him so tight that night it probably hurts him and you know he doesn't really care if it is that way.
Well, now I'm becoming a writer, or sort of. One shot's are awesome, specially with different fandoms. :)