Hi!i gotta new one for ya...this is loosley based on a song from the new fabulous musical পরবর্তি to normal called...um...perfect for আপনি lol.
DISCLAIMER:I dont own any part of পরবর্তি to normal. অথবা house. unfourtunately :)
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He looks like he has something he wants to say...
Yet he chooses to rant about something completley different. Classic.
As usual, i follow the script of to-busy-to-care-about-your-ramblings while i am actually riveted. Which is surprising, considering he has decided, this time to discuss the weather. Of all things.
"Its supposed to rain on saturday night"
I look up from my file. I contemplate answering. But he continues before i can answer.
"And on sunday"
He looks distracted. Normally when he invades my privacy this way he is obviously and completley focused on whatever it is he's telling me.
I look striaght into his stunningly blue eyes. As i do a little tingle zips its way down my spine. I fight the urge to shiver.
In his eyes i detect distraction, frustration, and......is that dissapointment? in who?me? himself?
Its anybodies guess.
He presses on like the little engine that thought it could "But on monday its supposed to clear up, and be nice for the rest of the week. And its" he gestured outside with his cane "beautiful today."
I open my mouth. He beats me to it.
"I saw this forecast today, it was on after Percription Passion" He looked at the floor
I raise one eyebrow, slow and cool "Um house? thats great and i totally care.." I shift my eyes back toward my desk
BANG! i startle. I look up to see that he has slammed his cane down on my desk, pressing down on it with both hands. He is leaning in so close to my face our noses are about an eyelash's length away from eachother. I can see sincerity etched in every icy blue pigment in his perfect eyes.
"Im trying to tell you...I প্রণয় You"
What?!
DISCLAIMER:I dont own any part of পরবর্তি to normal. অথবা house. unfourtunately :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He looks like he has something he wants to say...
Yet he chooses to rant about something completley different. Classic.
As usual, i follow the script of to-busy-to-care-about-your-ramblings while i am actually riveted. Which is surprising, considering he has decided, this time to discuss the weather. Of all things.
"Its supposed to rain on saturday night"
I look up from my file. I contemplate answering. But he continues before i can answer.
"And on sunday"
He looks distracted. Normally when he invades my privacy this way he is obviously and completley focused on whatever it is he's telling me.
I look striaght into his stunningly blue eyes. As i do a little tingle zips its way down my spine. I fight the urge to shiver.
In his eyes i detect distraction, frustration, and......is that dissapointment? in who?me? himself?
Its anybodies guess.
He presses on like the little engine that thought it could "But on monday its supposed to clear up, and be nice for the rest of the week. And its" he gestured outside with his cane "beautiful today."
I open my mouth. He beats me to it.
"I saw this forecast today, it was on after Percription Passion" He looked at the floor
I raise one eyebrow, slow and cool "Um house? thats great and i totally care.." I shift my eyes back toward my desk
BANG! i startle. I look up to see that he has slammed his cane down on my desk, pressing down on it with both hands. He is leaning in so close to my face our noses are about an eyelash's length away from eachother. I can see sincerity etched in every icy blue pigment in his perfect eyes.
"Im trying to tell you...I প্রণয় You"
What?!
