I'm Brittany Roday. I'm in love with James Roday. Lindsay Pearce is my spirit animal. Slightly obsessed with Dianna Agron. Glee, Psych, Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and WWE.
I ship alot of things. RPS.
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“Looks good.”
He hears her in the doorway, and glances up to find her standing there, hands on her hips. He smiles, eyes locked on hers.
“Thanks.”
“Listen, I…” He knows what she’s going to say, where’s she going to go. She’s already dropped her hands to her sides, started fiddling with the hem of her dress. It’ll only be another minute before she starts biting her lip.
He drops his eyes, goes back to getting his shit together. “It’s no problem, Fabray.”
“No,” she says, and it’s so stern that he can’t help but look back to her. “I need to say this. Because if I don’t say it now, I probably won’t. I…I’m sorry,”
And then she begins to gnaw at her lip. His heart catches in his throat, and rises to his feet, now, because this seems important for some reason. He can’t tell it yet, but something in her voice, the way she’s looking at him, makes everything that has ever happened before this moment seem meek.
“I should have been honest with you. When you asked me how I felt,” her voice is catching in her throat. “Instead I made a mistake. I..I lied.”
Mike can feel his face growing hotter, his knees growing oddly weaker. He swallows.
She looks down for a moment, struggling for something. When she looks up, her eyes are so concisely focused on his, and she’s smiling at him in the most nonchalant way, so he almost doesn’t hear her when she says, “I love you.”
He was right - everything that ever happened before this moment was really, really weak.
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