WOSO One-Shots

How About For The Rest Of Our Lives (Jane Campbell)

"Are you sure you don't want to go out with the team tonight?" Jane asks.

"100 percent."

"Can I stay here with you?" She asks.

"No, go and have fun!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

Jane

I just have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Maybe it's just the alcohol, but it seems to be deeper than that.

I decide to text Ally.

Jane: How are you doing?

I wait ten, then twenty, then thirty minutes. There is no response, she didn't even read it.

I walk up to Kealia, "K, I've gotta go."

"Okay, but you'll be missing out on some fun!" She slurs.

I run out of the club, into my car. I start it up and hit the gas.

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I make it back to the apartment in record time.

I throw open the door and find her on the couch, sobbing. I run over to where she is.

"What's happening?"

"It-it's the t-tenth anniversary of my-my parents d-death."

That's why she's been so down lately. I knew her family was a military family, but I didn't know her parents were dead.

"What can I do to take your mind off of it?"

"Just talk to me."

I sit down and take her into my arms. "You want to know something?"

"What?" She asks.

"I love you and I want you to know that I'm here whenever you need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on."

"Thank you so much Jane."

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As Ally is cuddled up into my side, I think about how much I love her. Not platonically.

"Stop thinking so hard. You're going to pop a blood vessel." She mumbles.

"What if I was thinking about someone who is worth popping a blood vessel for?"

Her head perks up, "Spill the tea! Who is this special someone?"

"Well... she plays on the Dash. She has brown eyes-"

She cuts me off, "Kristie?"

"No! She's head over heels for Rachel! This woman is a midfielder. She went to UNC-"

"Me?"

"Ye-yeah." I studer, blushing like crazy.

"Jane. I-I feel the same." I search her eyes for any speck of uncertainty.

"Can we make sure?" I ask.

"How so?"

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I keep that hand on her cheek, slowly leaning in.

As soon as our lips meet, fireworks explode in the background. I mean quite literally, the Disney movie intro is playing on the TV.

We pull away, a bit out of breath.

"Woah." Is all she says.

"One more time?" I ask.

"How about for the rest of our lives."