"She Is Love"

Words: 763
Rated: T
Notes: You should listen to “She Is Love” by Parachute if you haven’t heard it. Which I’m sure you have. Anyway… this is for Megan Babe. Because I owed her. But everyone can feel free to enjoy. I was rather proud of how it turned out.

“Hey, can you sit still and listen to this song for me? And stop- whatever you’re doing?”

You turned around, setting the cup you were washing to an impossible sheen down on the counter. Along with the other ones, it was spotless. You were taking out your stress on the poor cups.

Peeking into your living room, your best friend, Dustin, is sitting on the couch. His guitar was cradled in his arms and he twirled a pick in his hands. You shook your head, not wanting to interact, but his voice sounded pleading. You joined him, sitting down on the couch and folding your arms.

He smiled at you and you had to stifle a shiver. Pulling your hoodie closer to your body, you tried to pretend you were just cold. It was awfully drafty. You could play that off nicely. The reality was that you had been in love with Dustin for a year, but you didn’t know how to tell him. In fact, you were pretty sure he didn’t feel the same way.

Everything was always light and playful between the two of you. He picked on you for constantly quoting showtunes and obscure Whedon trivia; you picked on him for being a goofball who couldn’t take anything seriously. But he had good weed and he was good company, and somehow, the casual friendship had turned into two people who trusted each other with their lives. And for you, he had turned into a man who, when he looked at you, made your breath catch in your lungs and your heart pound against your chest.

Dustin’s smile widened but his brown eyes were hidden behind his glasses. You loved when he took those glasses off and really looked at you. Those occasions were rare. More often than not, Dustin was found gazing off in space, lost in thought.

“Fine, play the damn song already.” You rolled your eyes with a cocky grin, playfully punching him in the arm.

“Ow, that hurt.” He rubbed his shoulder but chuckled, and then looked down at his guitar. “Okay, uh, well… first… this song. It’s really, uh, special to me.”

You nod. “Okay. Aren’t all of your songs special?”

Dustin bit his lip and looked over at you. You noticed a bit of stubble coming in on his chin. You always did find him attractive with facial hair. He looked more grown up, more mature. Sexier, in all honesty. And somehow it fit his personality, making you want him even more. Your heartbeat pounded. You shook your head and stared into his eyes as he pushed his glasses back on his nose.

“This one is really special though. It’s, uh, it’s a cover I’ve never played for anyone before. Pay close attention, okay? And I need to know your honest thoughts. Promise?”

You nod again, cocking your eyebrow and getting comfortable on the couch. Crossing your arms as he starts strumming, you wait for him to sing. You were always the one he came to for his new songs. You were his veritable little practice audience, but he had never been this nervous about a cover before. He looked down at his feet when he started singing. The tune was familiar, and your mouth opened wide as he sang the words.

I’ve been beaten down,
I’ve been kicked around, 

But she takes it all for me. 
And I lost my faith,
In my darkest days, 

But she makes me want to believe. 

They call her love, love, love, love, love. 
They call her love, love, love, love, love. 
She is love, and she is all I need. 

She’s all I need.

Dustin’s voice cracked and he stopped playing, setting his guitar down on the coffee table and rubbing his face with his hands. You were only a little confused. The song was nice, he did it justice, so how were you supposed to give him your thoughts on it. It seemed like he wanted more, but… it didn’t make much sense until Dustin took his glasses off and grabbed your hand.

“I love you. I have for a long time now.”

And without any other words, he gently kissed you. Closing your eyes, you melted into his lips and his arms. It was better than you could have anticipated.

“I love you too, Dustin.”

He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand. “I should have told you sooner, I guess?” You nodded and then the both of you laughed, curling into his arms on the couch and enjoying the peaceful company of each other.

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Oh my god yes!! I love Camille. I would be all up on that if I lived at the Palmwoods. Or…at least…I would bring you and let you have Camille, and I would take Logan, and we would all be besties. =D

We could be THAT of friends that are a foursome and go on double dates, get married and have the rest of our lives to be bffs and our kids will be friends with mine and Camille’s daughter getting with Logan and your’s son! asdfghjkl;