Walk the Line

21 - The Time They Talk About Crushes and Dreams

A/N: Here you go, pervs. Sexual content warning. 

*ALSO THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME GREY'S ANATOMY SPOILERS*

21 – The Time They Talk About Crushes and Dreams

I sat down on the couch with my glass of red wine and reached for the remote.

"Game's on," Ford grabbed the remote at the same time.

"But Grey's Anatomy is on! Ford, I have not watched twelve years' worth of TV to miss an episode," I pleaded, "It'll be over in an hour and then you can have the TV."

He looked at me, beer in hand, and sighed. He handed me the remote as he sat down on the couch.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" I said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek before changing the channel for Grey's Anatomy. We hadn't kissed since the night we had gone camping. We hadn't even talked about it. We were right back where we were before it happened. Only things felt a little different, at least to me. He would do something and I would think about how it would feel to have his lips on mine or his hands on my ass.

He gave me small glare and sipped his beer. I laid down and tucked my feet under his legs to keep them warm.

"Anything else you need, Princess?" he patronized me.

"Sh! The show is on!" I said, sipping my wine. I focused on the show that I'd been obsessed with all throughout college. When I was still living in a dorm, my friends and the girls in my hall would all pile on the Hannahs' bunk bed and watch it together. As usual, the episode was fantastic, and left me wanting more.

"No, I don't want them to break up!" I said at the end of the episode.

"You're way too invested in this show," Ford chuckled.

"It's a great show, did you not just sit here with me for an hour and watch it?" I objected.

"I don't know, that Meredith doctor seems kind of whiny. I'd get sick of it if I'd watched all of it," he shrugged.

"Meredith is whiny sometimes, but she's been through some shit, so she's allowed to be," I defended.

"What kind of shit could she possibly have gone through?" he challenged.

"She fell in love with a guy and later found out he was married to another woman that came and worked at the same hospital, she was involved in a hospital shooting, survived drowning, her mother had alzheimer's and died, she was in a plane crash and got stranded for weeks--," I started.

"Alright, I get it," he laughed, "It must be a good show if you wrote about it in your diary all through high school."

"You read my diary in high school?" I yelled, climbing over into his lap and sitting on him so I faced him, straddling his lap.

"Maybe," he shrugged, putting his hands up in surrender.

"That's a huge invasion of privacy! Why would you even think that was okay?" I yelled.

"I was a dumb boy," he shrugged, "Kyle read it too. Until you started writing about how you had a crush on me, then it got weird and he stopped."

"Oh my god! I can't believe you did that! I'm so embarrassed and pissed at you! So the whole time and I had a huge crush on you, you knew and didn't say anything?"