𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ~ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

꧁༺𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨.𝟏༻꧂

"Is something wrong, sunshine?"

She felt her cheeks redden at the pet name. Y/N and Roger have been friends for quite some time, they first met in a guitar class during their first year of high school. She had always had a small crush on him, but she'd never admit it to anyone. Ever since Roger began calling her names like "love" or "sunshine", Y/N's small crush had grown significantly and having to share an apartment with Roger certainly did not help. Y/N would sometimes daydream about being with Roger, flirting with him and dropping hints or directly telling him how she truly felt. 

"No, what makes you say that?"

A smirk came across Roger's face as he leaned on his elbows. "You keep staring at me,"

"I can't help but stare at someone as wonky-looking as you, Rog." She said jokingly to cover up what she had been doing.

"Whatever you say," He got up to fetch another cup of tea. "I think you like me." 

"Of course I like you, you're my friend!"

"I know that, but I mean romantically. I meant to say that I think you like me romantically."

"What are you talking about? Another one of your madman rants?"

Roger sipped his tea from a plain yellow mug and gazed down at her, who was sitting down at the table. "Mmm. . . Maybe." He then smiled a toothy grin and sat at the table parallel to the girl "You like me as a friend?"

"Obviously! Why are you asking me? Do you like me as a friend?"

"Very much," He replied. "Maybe even more than I say I do. . . " He mumbled.

"Hmm?" She questioned. "Did you say something after that?"

"No."

"I know you did, Roger."

"Did not."

"Don't be so childish," She got up from the table.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to shower," She turned away from him and made her way to the bathroom. "You should probably get ready, too. It was your idea."

"Oh, right." 

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The woman picked a green sundress to wear and Roger wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

They got in the car and began to drive.

"Do you mind if I turn the radio on?"

"No, not at all! Go ahead, love."

The girl in the sundress had blushed yet again. She wished that Roger would stop using those kind of names with her. She pretended not to be effected as she swapped between the radio channels. Once she heard Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys play, she let go of the knob. Roger's expression was one of confusion and disgust when the song played. He looked at the radio and then looked over to the girl in the passenger seat.

"You really want to listen to this song?"

"Yeah," She said. "Doesn't it make you feel happy?"

". . . Kind of? I don't really enjoy pop music like that."

"You could change it if you'd like," She looked at him for a minute, waiting for a response. His steel blue eyes still focused on the road.

He turned to her for a split second. "No, no, it's fine."

She sat there looking out of the car window, softly humming the song. While she faced the other way, Roger took the opportunity to briefly gaze at her as much as he could while still focusing on the road. Why was she suddenly so beautiful? He thought to himself.

Roger had never seriously thought of Y/N as an option when it came to romance, she had been there to give him advice when it came to talking with girls. He would date a woman for a while, but it never worked out in the long run. One day, Roger had the realization that love had been right in front of him this entire time. He had fallen in love with one of his best friends and he wanted her to know.

"We're here," Roger looked over to find that she was asleep. He took a split second to admire how peaceful they looked. "Y/N, wake up." Roger reached over to tap her on the shoulder.

"Are we there?"

"Yes, love." He spoke in his soft voice.

They began to walk together into the depths of the wildly-colored wildflower field. 

"Roger?" She said facing the flowers and not him.

"Yes?"

"You've been calling me pet names for the past two months," She turned and looked upwards to look him in the eye. "What's your deal?"

"Sometimes it just feels right," He shrugged

"But we aren't - I'm not," Roger gave her an inquisitive look. "I mean, aren't you seeing someone? That girl named Louise? I thought you said you really liked her"

He chuckled quietly. "We only dated for a few weeks. It felt forced, y'know? You can't force things like love and friendships to work, they just happen. Some people just feel right, and others don't."

"Right," 

"I feel right being with you," He added awkwardly. He didn't know it, but Y/N was flattered.

Not wanting to think or speak about what Roger had just said, Y/N changed the subject. "Aren't we supposed to be meeting people here?"

"We are supposed to be meeting people here,"

"OK, where are they?"

"I don't know, they should be on their way. . ."

She stopped walking. "Roger, you're being weird,"

"I don't quite understand what you mean," He sat down in the field of poppies.

"I mean, you're being so vague, and I'm not sure if I feel safe being alone out here with you anymore. . ." Roger stayed silent, picking at the poppies and looking in the distance. "Fine, whatever! I'm taking the car and leaving you here," She began to make her way to the black vehicle.

"Wait!" cried Roger.

"What?"

Roger walked up to her. "You're going to need the keys if you plan on going anywhere." He dropped the car keys into her hand. Once she had the keys, she began to walk heavily towards the car. "Wait, Y/N! Before you go, I just want to say that I love you."

"You what?!" She yelled to Roger from a distance.

"I love you!" He yelled back. For a second they both seemed to be frozen in place, Y/n with disbelief and Roger with anticipation. As she ran into his arms, Roger's anticipation was replaced with relief.  

She looked up at him. "Do you really mean that?"

"I do really mean it," He smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek. "And I never want you to forget it."

She got up on her toes to kiss him back. "I love you too,"