Nevermind (Sara Bareilles and Javier Dunn)

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A few days later, Sara and Javier were sitting on his couch, arms wrapped around each other. They were mostly silent, due to the fact that Sara's voice was long gone. It was more of a whisper, and she had determined she had laryngitis. She felt fine aside from that, which was the weird thing- the other times when she had had laryngitis she had felt at least a little sick. Since she couldn't talk, she had just found it easier to text Javier, and that's what she was doing then.

"You should go to the doctor," Javier said.

"No."

"Why?"

"Cause it's nothing. I've had this before. They can't do much," Sara replied.

"But have you had it like this before?" Javier asked.

"No," Sara admitted. "But it's fine. It'll go away soon."

"I still think you should just go get checked out. You can't risk your voice." Sara knew he was right, and he was slowly convincing her.

Bitch.

"Yeah, but still."

"No buts. You're going if I have to drag you there."

"The dragging part doesn't sound too bad," Sara replied. She smiled and kissed Javier, happy they were together. They had both been super busy over the past few days, and she was happy to finally get some alone time with him. His lips felt soft and warm, and she wondered if they could just kiss forever.

They hadn't been together much over the past few days, but nothing had changed. In fact, Sara felt like there was more passion between them. Maybe distances increases love, she thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She also pulled his shirt off, and laid her head on his chest.

"You like to pull things," Javier said. Sara grinned and texted,

"Yep. And were you being flirty or sexual?" she joked.

"I don't know. You choose."

"Okay. Both." Javier laughed and ran his fingers along Sara's cheek. His touch gave her chills, but they were the good chills- more warm and full of love than anything else.

Maybe each goosebump represented something. Maybe one was for each memory they'd shared. Things that normally go unnoticed could be so interesting if you looked at them in the right ways, Sara thought. She had always been good at discovering things like this- which, maybe, was a part of her and Javier's connection. He hadn't had a particularly interesting love life, either, up until the two had met- and Sara considered him the diamond in the haystack. Damn sharp haystack.

"I love you," Javier said. Sara smiled, hoping he would understand. He kissed her, obviously appearing to. She took both of his hands and pulled him down so they were laying beside each other.

"You know," Javier said. "I'm really glad you've been hurt before." Um... what?

"I'm glad your past guys haven't worked out." Sara looked at him, confused.

"Because then, I wouldn't have gotten a chance with you." Sara's mind went crazy. He was so sweet. And the weird thing, is she believed him. Every single word. Sure, all guys said that, but she believed it coming from Javier. In that moment, she was glad her past relationships has been a bust, too. She didn't want anything else but him. She wanted the scent of his shirt, the laughs they shared, the passion, the feel of his lips on hers, hand in her own, his fingertips on her body...

The things he did to her.

She wondered in that moment if he had ever been in any other serious relationships. She wondered if maybe he had made other girls feel the way she did. She figured, probably yes, because they weren't teenagers. She wanted to mention it, but pushed the thoughts away for another time, because she didn't want to ruin anything. There was too much going on to think about it, and, besides, who gives a shit? He was with her now, and that was all she cared about. She picked up her phone, almost laughing at the thought that she had to text the most romantic things.

"I am, too," she said. When she heard the "ding" of Javier's phone, she did laugh, and he grinned.

"Good." Sara nodded and kissed him, unable to stay away for more than a minute.

How many of these nights had they shared? Wrapped up in each other, not letting go until they absolutely had to? A thought struck Sara.

She wanted this. For a long, long time.

They were in love... deeply, madly... if she could let him into her heart, then why not her home?

He felt like home anyway.