I Belong With You, You Belong With Me, You're My Sweetheart
This is a little stupid and sickeningly sweet but I need to get it done as kind of a pick me up between the last story I wrote that was like, angsty Mcangst-angst and the next one that I will write which might almost make me want to stick my head in an oven like Phoebe's mom on Friends.
Chapter 1/1
Song: Ho Hey- The Lumineers
Word Count: 1,378
"I've been trying to do it right, I've been living a lonely life, I've been sleeping here instead, I've been sleeping in my bed."
“That side looks a little empty.”
Morgan holds the sparkly, gold, ornament above the tree limb and looks down at him. He’s kicked back on his couch with her bare feet up on the coffee table and he only holds eye contact with her over his phone for a second before he looks back to it.
“It looks empty?”
“Yeah. You need to put more ornaments on that side.”
She sighs heavily and drops the ornament into the box on the ground.
“Hey, watch it. That’s a family heirloom.”
“Oh please, your mom got it a Target last week.”
“It can’t become a family heirloom if you go and break it on me.”
“It’s not even made out of glass.” She argues. She’s been helping him decorate his house for too long and it’s starting to drain on her. “I could fling it off the roof and it would be fine.”
“You should fling it onto the empty side of the tree.”
“I’ll tell you where to fling it.” She mumbles as she turns back to the tree.
“Why are you so grumpy?”
“I am not grumpy.” She pulls a few needles off the true and rolls them between her fingers.
“I kind of think you are.”
“I’m not.” She snaps. “Now can you maybe get off your ass and help me get the rest of these stupid ornaments on your damn tree?”
“Whoa.” He’s wide eyed and she rubs her forehead with her fingers trying to work out the headache that’s forming. “You wanna maybe come over here and tell me why you’re all Scrooge McDuck?”
She laughs and her fingers spread across her face to her lips.
“Well that’s good. You’re not totally lost; you still have a sense of humor.”
“Maybe I’m just humoring you.”
“Like I care about the difference?” He pats the couch next to him and tips his head. “C’mere.”
“I’m just stressed out.” She situates herself next to him; her back against the arm of the couch, knees bent,
facing him with her feet touching the side of his thigh. “This time of the year sucks.”
“Yeah, all the Christmas cheer is a real buzz kill.” He says sarcastically.
“It is when you’re single.”
“Oh. This is going to be one of those conversations.”
“I didn’t want to have it in the first place, you brought this on yourself.”
“Fair enough but still….” He whines and throws his head back.
“Fine, whatever, don’t talk to me.” She starts to stand up but he grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back down.
“I was kidding. Now tell me your problems.”
“I don’t want to bore you.”
“You never do.”
She narrows her eyes then launches into it. “It just sucks. I’m all alone and pretty much everyone I know is paired up.” Her voice drops down and they both lean in closer so he can hear her. She knows his mom is somewhere in the house and even though she’s heard and seen it all Morgan tries to be on her best behavior around her. “If I have to see another fucking bouquet of mistletoe I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Her voice goes back to her volume. “And it’s not just Christmas. It’s New Years and everyone is kissing and then it’s Valentine’s Day and that’s just…the worst.”
“And then it’s St. Patrick’s Day and were you drink all your issues away.”
“There is not enough alcohol in the state to do that.”
“You know you’re not the only one that’s going through this. I’m single.”
“But you’re not really.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with that. It’s that if you wanted someone there are dozens of girls you could call.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh no? Who were you just texting?”
He looks down at his phone in his hand and moves it off his lap. “That was actually just Nick and even though you think he and I should be together I doubt he’s going to be my ‘holiday thing’.”
She folds her arms on top of her knees. “I just think you two have a nice relationship.” She says softly. “But I know you have a lot of options.” She tucks her toes beneath his leg, trying to get him to at least admit it but he doesn’t say anything. “Do you ever worry about dying alone?”
He frowns deeply. “I think you’re being a little dramatic.”
“Do you?”
“Not really.”
“Well I do.”
“A lot of people worry about that.”
“Hmmm. Wait, a lot of people worry about themselves dying alone or they worry about me dying alone?”
“The first one.” He says quickly and she nods and rests her chin on her folded arms. “You do have options.”
“Not like you.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t call my options something to be proud of. They’re just kind of there.”
“So what?”
He sighs and rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Well, damn Morgan, if you wanna do something you’re not proud of all you got to do is ask.” He says with a slow, flirtatious, and obviously sarcastic lilt to his voice and she scoffs.
“I’m in the same boat you are, Morgan.”
“No you’re not. You can’t tell me you’re going to be alone during all these things.”
“I will be. Just for you. I promise that I will be just as sad, and lonely and miserable as you are this holiday season.”
She laughs softly, a smile playing across her delicate features and it looks so much better than the sullen expression that she had just a moment ago.
“Thanks Jared. That really means a lot.”
“You’re my friend. It’s the least that I can do.”
Friends. That’s all they’ve ever been even though ever since he met her three years ago he’s been constantly bombarded with jokes and heavy handed hints from everyone that he knows that they should be more than that. He doesn’t get why a man and a women can’t be just friends without everyone in the world reading more into it than is really there. But he kind of gets it because he’s been thinking it ever since he met her and he’s apparently doing the worst job hiding it because everyone in the world can see it. Except for her because she’s sitting right next to him with her toes tucked under his leg looking right at him and thinking that she’s going to die alone.
“Or.” He bites down on his lip and exhales one, short breath. “We can….you know…” He trails off and cringes. He’s not as smooth as he wants to be; as he knows he can be. “We can maybe be alone together?”
“How does that work?”
He shakes his head quickly. “We could like….spend these holidays together. So we aren’t alone.”
“Is this like a pity thing? Because I would like to keep on believing that I’m not that pathetic.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Seriously because I just spent the last ten minutes throwing a one women pity party for myself right in front of you and now you say this.”
He touches her knee with his hand. “It’s not pity.”
“What if I don’t believe you?”
She wants to believe him. But it’s been three years of nothing but platonic actions and she’s seen him with different women and she’s had a few relationships and nothing has been done by either of them to show any feelings.
His hand slides up her arm to her elbow and he leans in like when she was whispering and with one subtle nod of his head she leans in as well.
He kisses her, holding his hand to the side of her face and he breaks away from her out of nerves. He keeps her chin his hand as he regards her with an unsteady look.
“Does that feel like pity?”
She has that hard, set, worried look on her face and he’s legitimately worried that he just messed everything up and ruined what they had but then she gets that smile back, a little more subdued and shy than the last time he saw it and she shakes her head.
Their second kiss lingers on.
Chapter 1/1
Song: Ho Hey- The Lumineers
Word Count: 1,378
"I've been trying to do it right, I've been living a lonely life, I've been sleeping here instead, I've been sleeping in my bed."
“That side looks a little empty.”
Morgan holds the sparkly, gold, ornament above the tree limb and looks down at him. He’s kicked back on his couch with her bare feet up on the coffee table and he only holds eye contact with her over his phone for a second before he looks back to it.
“It looks empty?”
“Yeah. You need to put more ornaments on that side.”
She sighs heavily and drops the ornament into the box on the ground.
“Hey, watch it. That’s a family heirloom.”
“Oh please, your mom got it a Target last week.”
“It can’t become a family heirloom if you go and break it on me.”
“It’s not even made out of glass.” She argues. She’s been helping him decorate his house for too long and it’s starting to drain on her. “I could fling it off the roof and it would be fine.”
“You should fling it onto the empty side of the tree.”
“I’ll tell you where to fling it.” She mumbles as she turns back to the tree.
“Why are you so grumpy?”
“I am not grumpy.” She pulls a few needles off the true and rolls them between her fingers.
“I kind of think you are.”
“I’m not.” She snaps. “Now can you maybe get off your ass and help me get the rest of these stupid ornaments on your damn tree?”
“Whoa.” He’s wide eyed and she rubs her forehead with her fingers trying to work out the headache that’s forming. “You wanna maybe come over here and tell me why you’re all Scrooge McDuck?”
She laughs and her fingers spread across her face to her lips.
“Well that’s good. You’re not totally lost; you still have a sense of humor.”
“Maybe I’m just humoring you.”
“Like I care about the difference?” He pats the couch next to him and tips his head. “C’mere.”
“I’m just stressed out.” She situates herself next to him; her back against the arm of the couch, knees bent,
facing him with her feet touching the side of his thigh. “This time of the year sucks.”
“Yeah, all the Christmas cheer is a real buzz kill.” He says sarcastically.
“It is when you’re single.”
“Oh. This is going to be one of those conversations.”
“I didn’t want to have it in the first place, you brought this on yourself.”
“Fair enough but still….” He whines and throws his head back.
“Fine, whatever, don’t talk to me.” She starts to stand up but he grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back down.
“I was kidding. Now tell me your problems.”
“I don’t want to bore you.”
“You never do.”
She narrows her eyes then launches into it. “It just sucks. I’m all alone and pretty much everyone I know is paired up.” Her voice drops down and they both lean in closer so he can hear her. She knows his mom is somewhere in the house and even though she’s heard and seen it all Morgan tries to be on her best behavior around her. “If I have to see another fucking bouquet of mistletoe I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Her voice goes back to her volume. “And it’s not just Christmas. It’s New Years and everyone is kissing and then it’s Valentine’s Day and that’s just…the worst.”
“And then it’s St. Patrick’s Day and were you drink all your issues away.”
“There is not enough alcohol in the state to do that.”
“You know you’re not the only one that’s going through this. I’m single.”
“But you’re not really.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with that. It’s that if you wanted someone there are dozens of girls you could call.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh no? Who were you just texting?”
He looks down at his phone in his hand and moves it off his lap. “That was actually just Nick and even though you think he and I should be together I doubt he’s going to be my ‘holiday thing’.”
She folds her arms on top of her knees. “I just think you two have a nice relationship.” She says softly. “But I know you have a lot of options.” She tucks her toes beneath his leg, trying to get him to at least admit it but he doesn’t say anything. “Do you ever worry about dying alone?”
He frowns deeply. “I think you’re being a little dramatic.”
“Do you?”
“Not really.”
“Well I do.”
“A lot of people worry about that.”
“Hmmm. Wait, a lot of people worry about themselves dying alone or they worry about me dying alone?”
“The first one.” He says quickly and she nods and rests her chin on her folded arms. “You do have options.”
“Not like you.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t call my options something to be proud of. They’re just kind of there.”
“So what?”
He sighs and rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Well, damn Morgan, if you wanna do something you’re not proud of all you got to do is ask.” He says with a slow, flirtatious, and obviously sarcastic lilt to his voice and she scoffs.
“I’m in the same boat you are, Morgan.”
“No you’re not. You can’t tell me you’re going to be alone during all these things.”
“I will be. Just for you. I promise that I will be just as sad, and lonely and miserable as you are this holiday season.”
She laughs softly, a smile playing across her delicate features and it looks so much better than the sullen expression that she had just a moment ago.
“Thanks Jared. That really means a lot.”
“You’re my friend. It’s the least that I can do.”
Friends. That’s all they’ve ever been even though ever since he met her three years ago he’s been constantly bombarded with jokes and heavy handed hints from everyone that he knows that they should be more than that. He doesn’t get why a man and a women can’t be just friends without everyone in the world reading more into it than is really there. But he kind of gets it because he’s been thinking it ever since he met her and he’s apparently doing the worst job hiding it because everyone in the world can see it. Except for her because she’s sitting right next to him with her toes tucked under his leg looking right at him and thinking that she’s going to die alone.
“Or.” He bites down on his lip and exhales one, short breath. “We can….you know…” He trails off and cringes. He’s not as smooth as he wants to be; as he knows he can be. “We can maybe be alone together?”
“How does that work?”
He shakes his head quickly. “We could like….spend these holidays together. So we aren’t alone.”
“Is this like a pity thing? Because I would like to keep on believing that I’m not that pathetic.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Seriously because I just spent the last ten minutes throwing a one women pity party for myself right in front of you and now you say this.”
He touches her knee with his hand. “It’s not pity.”
“What if I don’t believe you?”
She wants to believe him. But it’s been three years of nothing but platonic actions and she’s seen him with different women and she’s had a few relationships and nothing has been done by either of them to show any feelings.
His hand slides up her arm to her elbow and he leans in like when she was whispering and with one subtle nod of his head she leans in as well.
He kisses her, holding his hand to the side of her face and he breaks away from her out of nerves. He keeps her chin his hand as he regards her with an unsteady look.
“Does that feel like pity?”
She has that hard, set, worried look on her face and he’s legitimately worried that he just messed everything up and ruined what they had but then she gets that smile back, a little more subdued and shy than the last time he saw it and she shakes her head.
Their second kiss lingers on.