By the time Leela reached Robot Arms Apartments, she had decided that it was probubly best to keep this visit proffessional. If emotions were involved Fry might not come back, or something like that. But what if Fry says something first? Should dhe confess then?
Leelas head hurt as she reached for the doorbell, but she couldn't focus on it for she was distracted by the rapid beating of her heart and the hope that Fry wouldn't be home.
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Hermes loaded the last box onto the Planet Express ship and whiped his forehead with a wash cloth. "Where is that robot and that crazy lobster? I axe'd them to help half an hour ago, and I see no sign of um now. Da bums!" he thought aloud, as he went to go to find Bender and Zoidberg.
A new thought crossed Hermes mind "Why do I feel like filler right now?"
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Fry tossed and turned in his bed as he slept until he heard the annoying sound of his doorbell. "Go Away!" He grumbled, lifting the covers over his head and pushing his face deeper into his pillow.
"Fry...?" Leela said quitly as she pushed the unlocked door open and walked inside.
"Leela..." he said sitting up. Leela tossed him a shirt that she saw laying in a wrinkly ball on top of Fry's dresser.
"Put something on, I don't want to see you in your underwear." Leela rolled her eyes even though what she had just said was a compleate lie, and she knew it. She tried to hide a blush and smiled when she realised she had suceeded, "Do you know why I'm here, Fry?" she asked.
"I'm not quite sure, Leela. I'm not sure of alot right now, I'm like one of those little lab rats in a maze looking for cheese, only I'm not a rat, I'm some sort of human or something." Fry babbled as he tried to find his pants throughout the clutter that filled his room.
"You havent been to work in three days, and I'm done covering your butt!" Leela said angerly as Fry looked up at her sadly. "Look," she continued, " You still can't be depressed that you lost the Robot Devil's hands. You... I... I liked your opra, Fry, you know that right?"
"Yeah." Fry said dully.
"Come on, let's get back to work." Leela turned to walk out the door when she felt a sudden tug on her arm and the warmness on her hand that she had been imagioning for the past couple of days. She tried to hold back another blush, but failed miserably, and didn't care.
"Wait..." he started to whisper, but stopped when he saw there hands. He blushed and continued, "I want to talk to you first." He sat back down on the bed, and motioned for Leela to sit next to him, but she continued to stand as she reminded herself "professional."
Fry paused trying to find the right words to say, but decided to say what he thought would be right. "Leela, I love you."
"I..." Leela started to say, but Fry interupted.
"Don't say anything till I finish, please. I really, I... really need to tell you this." He looked at his hands and frowned. "Look at these hands, Leela. My horrible human hands. Nothing they did was ever good enough for you to love me."
"Thats--" Leela began to say.
"Shhh," Fry said in a low, soothing whisper, "Please, Leela, this is important."
Leela nodded and began to prepare herself for whatever Fry was going to say, but of corse, that was an impossibility.
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I know this chapter is a little short, and ends with a clifhanger, and I'm sorry. I'll write more on the plane ride home or something, I'm sure I'll find the time. Also, if you are reading this, please, please review. Thank you for reading!
-Inky