Do Ya Love Me?

Summary: "I've been making a list of things that I miss whenever we're far apart..." Fluffy Oneshot.

A/N: My first uploaded story, just a short fluffy one shot based on the song Do Ya from McFly's album Radio: ACTIVE. Hope you like it.

"Adelaide, do you love me?" the man lying next to me asked.

"What? Do I love you?" I replied, unsure of his question.

"Yep. Do you love me?" he repeated.

"Jonny, what kind of a stupid question is that?" I questioned, wondering where my friend of 6 years was going with this.

We'd met when I was 18, and had became friends instantly. In recent years, however, our relationship has become a bit more... steamy. We aren't a couple, we don't go on dates and we definitely don't live together. This might seem strange to people, so we haven't told any of our friends, even though the first time we did it was about a year and a half ago.

Jonny is really hot. He's tall and athletic and gorgeous, with long blonde hair and a killer smile, so it was a surprise when he suggested to me - a fairly plain, and not too thin, brunette - that we should get it on sometime. I didn't think he was serious, but I guess he was.

But, we never did it because of love. It was just because we're both young, single and like having sex. And, strangely, it never ruined our friendship. We just never talk about it, until we're on my sofa watching a film or something, and he decides that he's horny. So where was all this coming from?

"You're avoiding the question," he reminded me.

"Well, what do you mean? What's brought all this on? It's only 20 past 10, do you want to do it again? Cause I have to go to work tomorrow..." I told him.

"Adelaide, you idiot, this has nothing to do with sex. I mean, do you love me," he said, getting slightly annoyed.

"I don't understand. Where has this come from?" I enquired, still baffled.

"Well... I've been making a list of things that I miss whenever we're far apart..." Jonny paused.

"You've been what? Why? We see each other ever day, almost!"

"I know. But it isn't enough time. I got confused, so I made a list. A list of things that I miss whenever we're not together. Do you want to hear it?" he said, a blush visible in the light from the summer sunset.

"Go on then," I sighed, apprehensive about his strange behaviour.

"Well, it starts with the way that you kiss. The taste of your lips, I'm telling you from the heart," he informed me.

"Jonny, what're you saying? You know you're making a tit of yourself. I though we promised not to do any of that mushy crap. Besides, it's not like we're together, right?" I looked to him for confirmation.


"Well?" I prompted.

"Adelaide, you know you're really fit, right?" he began.

"This is news to me," I said, confused.

"Then I think you deserve to know. Honestly, you're thoroughly good-looking. In fact, I've fancied you since we met," he admitted. He began to look as if he wished he hadn't said anything, however, at my worried look.

"You've what? Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Adelaide, I don't know why you can't admit that you're stunning. Ever since that day 6 years ago, I really liked you. I was pretty drunk when we did it the first time, but I was glad that you wanted to do it again so, I just went along with it. I figured, if I was nailing you, that was something. And I guess I thought that you were looking for a relationship," he divulged in a rush.

"That was one hell of a speech. But, I still don't know what you're getting at..." I confessed, angry at myself for not understanding.

"You know, Adelaide, you can be proper thick sometimes. I want to know if you love me too. I don't want to hear you say maybe. Just tell me, do you love me, cause I want to know," he said, smiling slightly at my retarded-ness.

"But.. What? I... I don't... I'm confused," I pouted.

"So was I, but now I know what I want," he told me.


"You, you fool," he whispered, moving closer, laying a soft kiss on my neck.

"Oh. Well, when you put it like that..." I breathed, feeling myself lose the rational part of my brain.

He moved up, and suddenly we were locked in a passionate embrace, our lips fighting with one another, as they had done so many times before. But this time it seemed different...

"So, do ya love me?" he asked one final time.

"I guess I do."

A/N: I know it was pretty crap and really fluffy and quick and shiz, but it was my first, so I wanted to do something short. This is probably one of the first stories I've ever even finished. Hope you liked it, and please review. I was thinking about doing a proper story for McFly's song Unsaid Things, but I don't know. Tell me if you think it's a good idea.