I Thought You'd Never Ask Novels & Stories

"Really? I could have sworn you were going to ask me that. Anyway, what's your query?" "Where did you go?" *****************************************

“You’ll never change will you?” I didn’t wait for his reply. I simply stood up and said, “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“I’ve never actually said that out loud before.” “You don’t have to pretend with me,” I said, adjusting my stance as I managed another careful glide forward. “I know.” The rink felt quieter after that and I glanced down at my last question, a small smile forming. “This one’s my favorite.” “Oh?” “What’s one question you’ve always wished someone would ask you?” He looked at me for a long second, weighing something, then gave a smaller, more thoughtful smile. “No one’s ever asked me whether I’m happy.”

The thought sits in my chest and I can’t breathe around it, and the worst part is that I can’t ask him. I can’t call him and say “do you hate me” because I told him to never come back and he said “wouldn’t think of it.” The very words that have killed me, and not in the softest way. Where is he right now?

"Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "What do you think about Jack?" "Huh?" "I mean, do you... maybe... perhaps... like him?" "Huh?"

“Yes, Blaze. That’s completely true. But only if that’s what you want as well.” “Are you kidding me?! That’s what I’ve wanted for ages now! I literally thought you’d never ask!”

Not someone they needed because of what I could do. Not someone they kept around because I was useful. Just me. And with Fort, I finally understood. “You’re quiet.” His voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him. “I’m thinking.” “That’s usually dangerous.” I laughed. “You always say that.” “Because it’s usually true.” I shook my head. But the smile faded slowly. “Do you ever wonder what our life would have been like if we had never met?” The question surprised him. “Why would I wonder that?”

"Or come home at all, if we don't want to?” Uhm why wouldn't we want to go home? Where do we go then? I pause the video and turn to him who's already grinning. "I'm thinking..." the grin gets even more playful that I raise an eyebrow, what the fuck is there in that mischievous mind of his? "Look, I've never asked for anything all these while, I even do the best I can to make your life better. So I'm thinking-" "Excuse me," I cut him off after hearing the first part of whatever favor he's about to ask, "You've NEVER asked for anything? Never? Really? Hmmm funny, I thought I had someone moved himself into my place last week?"

"Normally if I ask that, you say, hope you slept better." Damn! I thought.

"But love is not something I participate in. You're safe from my heart, I assure you." I stared at him for a moment. Then I rolled my eyes slightly. "Whatever." He seemed faintly entertained by that response. Silence settled between us again. But another thought had already started forming in my mind. A more hesitant or reserved person probably wouldn’t ask the question that had just occurred to me. But then, I'm me and I'm going to ask it anyway. I cleared my throat slightly. "Another thought just came to mind," I said slowly. He tilted his head slightly.