Patience
Title: Patience
Rating: PG, for language
Pairings(s): Kris/OC
Genre: Romance(?)
A/N: Small drabble so that I can practice writing fics. Still a n00b at this. Un-beta'ed, because I don't know people on lj yet >.>
He listened to her, clutching his phone tightly as he tried to catch her words.
"He's got a girlfriend now," she said, voice wobbly. "And you know what? I don't care. He doesn't even try to--"
"Forget him." And think about me, he added in his head. She didn't hear him.
"-- Just because we're at different universities, in different countries, doesn't mean he can forget me like this! He doesn't even try to call me, Or email. It's just between Canada and the States!" She continued ranting to Kris, and he listened, like always. He was Kris, the friend who's overseas. He's Kris, the guy she grew up with and was always by her side. He's Kris, the one she goes to for her troubles, but she doesn't call him her best friend. She had always insisted that they're childhood friends, better than the best, and that the title 'best friend' would be given to someone who wasn't Kris.
"7 years, Kris! He was my best friend for 7 fucking years." Her voice took on an almost hysterical quality, temper rising as he imagined her face, red with indignation. "You and I are in two fucking continents, and here we are, talking!" She stopped, breath heavy. He imagined her chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to take in some oxygen. He knew she was about to break.
"He was my best friend." Her voice faltered, small. She was about to cry, he can tell by the crack in her voice, and his heart cracked too. He wanted so badly to go back to Canada, back to where she was, to hold her and rub gentle circles on her back, just like he had countless times in the past. Like when she fell off the swing, or during her first heartbreak. He listened, straining his ears to catch her breaths through the phone.
He's Kris, the guy who loves her.
"Kris, what did I do wrong?" She held her tears, voice quiet, like a child. Just like that, his heart shattered.
He sat there, not knowing what to say. His knuckles turned white as he pictured that guy's face. He hadn't seen him a long time, ever since he started training and practicing in Korea, but he remembered watching her fall for him, hard.
He remembered all the times she would call Kris in the middle of the night, asking her how to make the guy fall for her. He told her she didn't need to try, and that he would anyway.
He remembered watching her start to call him instead, late into the night, and giggle at class the next day as she told Kris that she had met the one. They had been 13, but from that day one he vowed to watch over her and to never forgive the other guy if he hurt her.
He remembered her years later, crying, heart broken, when the stupid man had told her that all they can be was friends, because he valued their friendship enough to not want to ruin it with romance. Bullshit. She had waited, and waited, and waited for the day she was ready to confess, only to be shot down. Kris knew that the guy knew about her feelings, and yet still used her heart and threw it aside so carelessly. What Kris wouldn't give to hold her heart.
He had watched her give that bastard her all, her everything. All the time and energy wasted, just so that she can keep someone she considered a best friend, even if they can't be lovers, close to her. She had been more of a friend to that bastard than that scum was to her.
"You did nothing wrong." His voice was soft, but firm. He tried to put everything he had ever felt for her into those words. I love you.
"When are you coming back?" He nearly choked. She had sounded so fragile, so vulnerable, that it took every ounce of self control to stop himself from buying tickets to Canada at that moment.
"Soon."
"I miss you, you know that right?" Her voice was still small, muffled now, because he knows she's wrapped herself into her blanket.
"Yeah."
"Come back soon."
"I promise."
The static ruffling over the phone told him she was nodding, taking in his words. She had stopped talking, and he can feel the exhaustion through the airwaves. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was almost time to go.
"Wait for me."
And then he hung up, heart pounding.
Rating: PG, for language
Pairings(s): Kris/OC
Genre: Romance(?)
A/N: Small drabble so that I can practice writing fics. Still a n00b at this. Un-beta'ed, because I don't know people on lj yet >.>
He listened to her, clutching his phone tightly as he tried to catch her words.
"He's got a girlfriend now," she said, voice wobbly. "And you know what? I don't care. He doesn't even try to--"
"Forget him." And think about me, he added in his head. She didn't hear him.
"-- Just because we're at different universities, in different countries, doesn't mean he can forget me like this! He doesn't even try to call me, Or email. It's just between Canada and the States!" She continued ranting to Kris, and he listened, like always. He was Kris, the friend who's overseas. He's Kris, the guy she grew up with and was always by her side. He's Kris, the one she goes to for her troubles, but she doesn't call him her best friend. She had always insisted that they're childhood friends, better than the best, and that the title 'best friend' would be given to someone who wasn't Kris.
"7 years, Kris! He was my best friend for 7 fucking years." Her voice took on an almost hysterical quality, temper rising as he imagined her face, red with indignation. "You and I are in two fucking continents, and here we are, talking!" She stopped, breath heavy. He imagined her chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to take in some oxygen. He knew she was about to break.
"He was my best friend." Her voice faltered, small. She was about to cry, he can tell by the crack in her voice, and his heart cracked too. He wanted so badly to go back to Canada, back to where she was, to hold her and rub gentle circles on her back, just like he had countless times in the past. Like when she fell off the swing, or during her first heartbreak. He listened, straining his ears to catch her breaths through the phone.
He's Kris, the guy who loves her.
"Kris, what did I do wrong?" She held her tears, voice quiet, like a child. Just like that, his heart shattered.
He sat there, not knowing what to say. His knuckles turned white as he pictured that guy's face. He hadn't seen him a long time, ever since he started training and practicing in Korea, but he remembered watching her fall for him, hard.
He remembered all the times she would call Kris in the middle of the night, asking her how to make the guy fall for her. He told her she didn't need to try, and that he would anyway.
He remembered watching her start to call him instead, late into the night, and giggle at class the next day as she told Kris that she had met the one. They had been 13, but from that day one he vowed to watch over her and to never forgive the other guy if he hurt her.
He remembered her years later, crying, heart broken, when the stupid man had told her that all they can be was friends, because he valued their friendship enough to not want to ruin it with romance. Bullshit. She had waited, and waited, and waited for the day she was ready to confess, only to be shot down. Kris knew that the guy knew about her feelings, and yet still used her heart and threw it aside so carelessly. What Kris wouldn't give to hold her heart.
He had watched her give that bastard her all, her everything. All the time and energy wasted, just so that she can keep someone she considered a best friend, even if they can't be lovers, close to her. She had been more of a friend to that bastard than that scum was to her.
"You did nothing wrong." His voice was soft, but firm. He tried to put everything he had ever felt for her into those words. I love you.
"When are you coming back?" He nearly choked. She had sounded so fragile, so vulnerable, that it took every ounce of self control to stop himself from buying tickets to Canada at that moment.
"Soon."
"I miss you, you know that right?" Her voice was still small, muffled now, because he knows she's wrapped herself into her blanket.
"Yeah."
"Come back soon."
"I promise."
The static ruffling over the phone told him she was nodding, taking in his words. She had stopped talking, and he can feel the exhaustion through the airwaves. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was almost time to go.
"Wait for me."
And then he hung up, heart pounding.