Hello, goodbye

Like dreamers do

###PAULS POV###
    As I walked into the living room holding Maxwell and slowly stroking him behind the ears, I thought of Rose. I thought of how excited it made me to be that close to her. I thought of how spontaneous and insane she was, yet understanding and thoughtful all the while.
     As I was thinking these thoughts, I walked through the living room and into the kitchen to find Rose standing at the door face to face with George. Suddenly, he bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, never breaking the kiss all the while. She then bent her leg upwards like in all of the old Hollywood movies, and I couldn't watch anymore.
     I silently put the cat down and walked to my bedroom with my head hung low. I thought of her sulking and drinking just a few days ago, and I was glad he could make her happier than that, yet so sad still. I shouldn't have done this, it was wrong. I told myself I wouldn't get attached this time! But I always was such a sucker for love. I'm a fool.
    I could never make her feel that, that spark she feels with him. The instant smile that creeps onto her lips when their eyes meet, I can't do that. At first I was angry that she had led me on, but then I realized it was all a silly delusion. She had never promised me anything, I just felt the sparks. It was a one-sided type of love, and that was fine. She was always his, and I always knew that when he came to his senses and came back, she would leave, but for just a moment when I was singing to her, it felt like she forgot her heart break, just in that moment.
     And if I could make her forget that pain, maybe there was a chance. Hell, I could make her a whole lot happier if she would throw in the towel with this make-shift relationship with George. I just need to try harder.
    So, once I took a deep breath and regained my composure, I walked back out there. I saw her sitting in the living room looking like she was deep in thought. The way she scruntches up her nose when she thinks makes me want her even more, but I had to push that aside for now.
      "Who was at the door?" I asked casually, playing coy. She obviously hadn't seen me walk in because she jumped a bit when I stared talking.
    "Oh, no one. Ding dong ditch, I suppose," she answered, and I bit my cheek. I would be lying if I said I was a little upset that she couldn't tell me the truth.
     "Oh, alright then," I said, and walked back into my room to work on a new piece of music. I had only began to strum the first line when she walked in.
     "Do you mind if I listen in?" She asked, and I hesitantly shook my head no. It felt strange because I've never really shared the creative process with anyone but the boys, so this made me nervous. I strummed once more, and realized I was in the wrong key.
     "You look cute when you're concentrating," she said out of nowhere, and I blushed. I cursed myself for being so nervous around her. I didn't know what to say, so I just didn't say anything. I began to strum again when I sang a few lines.
     "I saw a girl in my dreams,
And so it seems that I will love her,
Oh you, you were that girl in my dreams,
And so it seems that I will love you,
I waited for your kiss,
Waited for the bliss,
Like dreamers do..."
     I sang out the song I usually sang when I didn't know what to sing. She was entranced by it, and she got up and danced. It was so strange to see someone just get up and dance, but I guess that's just how she is. She wasn't too bad, and I loved watching her. When I finished the song, she had me play it again and again.
     Finally, she was tired and she went to her room to sleep. I clicked off my light and got into the bed. I bet you can guess who I dreamt of that particular night.
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