Random One-shots

Waiting - (Sky_Owner)

A/N I feel bad for not updating with something for a while, so here, a quickie, but a goodie-- I hope. Also, it helps if you visualize this.

--------------( Ross' POV )-------------

People ask me why.
Why do I wait?
Even Tim and Max are worried now. But I sit. Calm and still, on my porch, looking expectantly at my driveway.

         The sun is low in the sky for the most part. Tangerine oranges, and smooth yellows unfold and scatter into the sky, cascading in beauty. Every evening, Adam would get home, and I would greet him at the porch.

His smile.
I miss it.

His laugh.
I want to hear it.

His touch.
I want to feel it.

       So I always eagerly sat, and waited for him. I didn't care how late he was, I was always just happy to see him.
        He'd always get back like "Ross, sorry I'm so late. You wanna cuddle or something? I can make up for it, I promise!", but I always just laughed, and gave him a smile. After that, we'd go inside. As long as he was there, I was happy.

        I remember a week ago or so. He arrived home, parked right up there, near my mailbox. He got out of his car, holding balloons and a few small containers. As he got closer, I saw what they were. And I felt dumb. I had forgotten that it was Valentines Day. . . and needless to say, when I saw all the gifts, I was surprised. Adam gave me cute heart-shaped balloons, little bags and boxes of chocolate-- and yes, all of this felt like too much to me, and I was oh so grateful, but there was more. . . I saw him reach into his pocket, and pull out a small little velvet box. I wordlessly put all the gifts down on the stairs beside me. He stepped closer to me, and got down on one knee. When he opened the box. . . I-I, I swear I've never been so. . happy. He pulled out a beautiful embroidered silver ring, with a crystal blue diamond on it. I held out my hand, and he slowly put it on my finger. He smiled at me, stood up, then pecked a kiss on my forehead. I even still remember what he said, as clear as day. . .

       "Haha, you look great in it. Aww, don't look so flustered, you're too cute sometimes. Let's just go inside, and about the ring--"
I remember he was about to open the door behind me, but quickly went back over to me.
"Let's just say we'll soon be spending our lives with each other~"
Never in my life had I been so happy. Albeit, I was also shy, surprised, and everything else in between, but that was still a great day. . .

I look down at my ring now, and recall the wedding.
It wasn't extravagant, but it was a moment in my life I'll never forget.

         I looked down at my watch, and goddammit, I wish I didn't. It's six thirty. Adam would've been home by now. . .

It's weird.
Ever since last Friday, he's been gone. I've waited and waited, sometimes I was still sitting here at my porch past twelve P.M. Max or Tim always end up bringing me inside. But it just makes me wonder, what happened? Did he go on holiday and just not tell me? I don't remember anything weird about last Friday either. . .

Max and Tim always insist that I give up now. But I won't. I refuse to lose hope.

By now, it's Fall. I've waited since Spring. I've sat through heat, chilling winds, and bustling leaves, and buzzing bees. Right now, the sun is about to set. I can see it only just barely peaking above the horizon. I watch the pinks, oranges and yellows, smooth over the sky in a splash of smooth colors. Leaves are blown, tossed, and twisted through the winds, thrown at my face and everywhere else. The ground is covered with layers, the Autumn colors. I stare at my driveway and wait.

It's been a while since I've seen Adam's car pull up.
It's been a while since I've seen him.

But I still wait.
I don't care if it's cold, and I don't care what others think. I know he'll come back eventually.
So I sit here.
On my porch.
I watch cars pass by, and the people within them giving me strange looks.
And Max and Tim sometimes walk out and check on me. They seem worried about me.
But that doesn't matter.
I won't ever lose hope.
No matter how long it takes, Adam.

I will still be waiting for you. . . .