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New Post 3/25/2008 5:48 PM
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One-Shots by beautiful_dreamer [New Oneshot posted 3/25!!] <--just now! 
Modified By beautiful_dreamer  on 3/25/2008 10:30:19 PM)

I decided it wasn't a good idea to post all my one-shots separately because that would be a lot of unnecessary posts. I'm STILL home sick so I've got more coming so I thought it'd be best to make my own thread for them =]

Ones posted: 
I'll Run [Kevin one-shot]
You Be The Anchor... [Nick one-shot]

Coming Up:
The Way We Talk, If I Only Had a Heart, and Do You series =] [Mostly Kevin one-shot]
It Just Has To Be This Way [A Nick one-shot]
Suggestions?


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New Post 3/25/2008 5:50 PM
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I'll Run [A Kevin One-Shot Song fic] 3/4 
Modified By beautiful_dreamer  on 3/25/2008 3:55:03 PM)

 

I'll Run
song by: the cab

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3m4XLag3SU
^^here's the song. enjoy!!

I can see it in your eyes, you're scared
All these things they force you to do aren't fair
I'm here to chase away these tears
And baby we can chase away these fears

I can hear it in your voice, you care
Let me run my fingers through your hair
I'll keep you company at night
And baby I'm here to make this right
 
          “Check check, one two-check, CHECK!” Joe called into his microphone and Kevin picked out a quick progression on his guitar. “Check, Joe Jonas is the hotter brother, check one TWO!”
Kevin threw his empty water bottle at him. “Hey!” Joe whined. “You could put an eye out!” Kevin shook his head.
          “I was hoping to put your ego out!” He laughed back at him and waited for the green light out in the audience to finish his sound check. Once he finished he placed his guitar back on its stand and walked past his younger brother Nick who was checking the levels of the sleek black piano in the middle of the stage. He didn’t look up at Kevin through his mangled curls and instead bled out the intro to a new song he’d been working on.
          “When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me: everything’s alright,” Joe sang softly into the microphone, making sure the speakers could catch his every inflection. “When you’re right here by my side, when you look me in the eyes: I catch a glimpse of heaven…”
          “I find my paradise,” Kevin sang under his breath as he finally disappeared off the stage. The wings were filled with motion as speakers, cases, and costumes were dragged back and forth along the back wall and down the stairs from the main dressing rooms to the stage floor. He realized he was surrounded by at least thirty people he didn’t know, but he continued to sweep across the floor towards the stage with a contented grin on his face, his eyes neither on the ground nor his feet, but off in the distance somewhere, on a long winding road, on a beach, in the sky. His mind was wandering somewhere between reality and a daydream filled with a smiling girl with long brown chocolate hair. Paradise to him was exactly that; that smile, that hair, that look on her face as she spun around to laugh at him, running along a choppy dirt road along the water. The girl’s name was Ella and she was his everything.
Well, almost his everything, anyway. Ella had a boyfriend named Ryland who’d she’d been dating for the last eight months. This never truly bothered Kevin until about two months ago when he, Joe, and Nick went off on the When You Look Me In The Eyes Tour, where they headlined across the country. Ella was his best friend, and after coming off the last tour he thought he’d get to spend some down time in Jersey with her, just like old times, but it wasn’t so. In the beginning it was alright, she’d call him once and a while and he’d try to return the calls as often as possible, but it was never the same, and it hurt him far more than he expected it to. Ella had been his best friend since middle school and for some reason, being apart from her now was eating away at him. The songs they played at night when the lights dimmed just enough to see nothing but a black abyss past the stage, were played just for her, or at least, in his mind they were. Every chord he strummed, every note he picked were done with her in mind, and he even caught himself singing some of the lyrics that burned at his heart the most. He knew he had loved her the night two months ago when ‘Hello Beautiful’ brought him to tears, and he had to be escorted off the stage to readjust his contacts and catch his breath. Joe and Nick had hurried off the stage as soon as their act was over and comforted him into spilling his thoughts, and now they all knew. He was in love with Ella. He was in love with a girl who didn’t belong to him. He knew he was going to be respectful of her and Ryland and keep his emotions to himself, but it was the fact that he wanted her so desperately clung at his every thought. Making his way up the stairs the image of her came to him more vividly, and his grin turned into a full on smile, slightly scaring the workers as they edged around him.
Tonight’s show was an hour and a half from his hometown, which meant Ella was coming to see him. He’d sent her tickets and backstage passes so that she could watch them live as well as give them a chance to hang out again. Just the anticipation of seeing her face was electric against his skin, and it tingled all over his body.
          “Excuse me; I’m looking for Kevin Jonas?” A delicate voice smashed his thought bubble into a thousand pieces. He looked around him to see where it had come from. Down the stairs to his left a slender girl with a tan corduroy hat stood in a doorway, talking to a man in a suit. The man scratched his head and opened his mouth to reply but Kevin was too fast for him.
          “Ell?” He called out. The girl lifted her head and their eyes locked. It only took Kevin a millisecond to take in her features; her strong, pointed facial structure and high classy cheekbones. The way her pin-straight brown tresses fell over her shoulders in a drowning wave. And then there were her eyes, blue-green and sparkling—sparkling up at him.
          “Kev!” She cried and raced up the stairs towards him, clad in a decorative white tank top and matching tan corduroy pants, a brown suede belt swung around her middle. Kevin’s mind raced and he felt himself gulp as she zeroed in on him, his arms already outstretched for her to run into.
          “Ell I missed you so much,” he breathed, his mouth hanging open as she crashed into him; her entire body enveloped in his arms was like a gift from God himself. He couldn’t believe this was happening that he was holding her in his arms again. He let the moment ride over his senses for as long as possible. He wanted to remember the way her soft hair felt under his fingertips, the way she smelled of cookie dough and lilac, and how happy he felt, just standing in this one spot, clinging to her in an embrace.
          “I missed you too Kev,” she sighed happily. She held him at arms length and looked him over, her smile broadening when she came back up to his eyes. Her smile was heaven-sent, he swore to it and it caused his whole body to go into nervous shivers. “Please don’t ever leave me so long again.” She laughed. Her smile grew even more and Kevin felt weak at the knees. He shook his head, no words to even speak.
          “Never, I promise.”
But then he saw something, her eyes were glassy all of a sudden and his eyebrows furrowed. “Ella, what’s wrong?” He asked. Ella gave him a sympathetic smile and looked down quickly.
          “Ryland broke up with me.” She whispered. When she looked up again the edges of her eyes were wet with tears. Kevin’s eyes bugged out slowly. The hurt on her face was visible a mile away, and it plucked on his heartstrings.
          “Oh Ell,” he whispered and pulled her back into his chest. He felt her tense up and then relax his arms. “It’s okay to cry,” he assured her. An excruciating moment passed where all they could hear was the buzz of the air vents overhead before a shaking cough could be heard muffled in Kevin’s chest, followed by a slow but steady cry. Kevin swallowed hard, swallowing how painful it was to hear this, to see this. But this is what he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted to be able to have Ella all to himself and now here was his chance. But not this way—he didn’t want her to have to hurt so badly, to be hurt by someone who obviously didn’t realize what an amazing thing he had going. “When did this happen?” He asked her. She sniffed.
          “Three weeks ago,” she admitted and pulled away from him. Kevin couldn’t help but feel empty without her touch. She fidgeted with her fingers, a sign he knew that she was uncomfortable. “I know it’s stupid to still be crying over it but—”
          “You’re not stupid,” Kevin told her and brushed her wet bangs out of her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled.
          “Thanks Kev,” she sighed. “I really, really missed you, you know.” Kevin smiled and gave her another quick hug.
          “Right back at ya,” he replied. They both sighed into a comfortable silence, where they both watched each other intently. Kevin silently wondered what she was thinking about. “Do you want to talk about it?” He finally asked. She made a face and shrugged.
          “There isn’t much to talk about. He uh—he cheated on me with that Abby girl, from high school. And then left me for her.” She admitted. Kevin’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.
          “Abby Barren?” He coughed. Abby was a known witch with a capital B. She had harassed Ella throughout high school and spread rumors about those less outgoing than she was. Kevin felt the need to track Ryland down and punch his lights out right then and there. Ella nodded slowly again, and a fresh round of tears formed on her lids.
          “And it’s not that I’m even still in love with him. It just—it…” She trailed off, her melodious voice now stumbling through tears. “It just hurts so bad.” She broke down again and Kevin didn’t hesitate to pull her into him again, tears even clinging to the back of his throat now. He’d never felt this way, so bitterly sad, so heartbroken for someone else. Just the sound of her crying made him want to cry too. He couldn’t bear seeing her this sad.
          “Oh Ell,” he whispered into her fringe and kissed the top of her head. “Ella you’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my entire life. Ryland couldn’t see it babe, he just didn’t know. He wasn’t worthy of a moment of your time, and by giving him that chance to be loved by you is the most precious gift you could have given him. But he couldn’t handle it.” He spoke from the heart. Ella looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy.
          “Kevin—”
          “No, it’s true. You’re so interesting and special, Ell. I love your confidence, and then sometimes lack of, your intelligence, your kindness. But not everyone is lucky enough to appreciate it, like me,” he smiled. “Like your family too. Some people are given the gift to see beauty the way that it is, but he missed out on that.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “He didn’t know Ella; he didn’t even know how special you are.”
Ella’s eyes blinked a stream of tears and she pressed her face into Kevin’s neck. He could feel how sticky it was from her crying but he held her there still.
          “I miss you so much, every day,” Ella breathed into him. Kevin closed his eyes to keep himself from crying too. The ache in his heart he felt every time he had missed her out on tour amplified around her words.
          “I miss you too Ella. I miss you too.”
Just then Joe and Nick walked in from the stage door, both of them halting as they found Kevin holding a crying Ella in his arms, both of them leaning up against the far wall. Joe’s eyes enlarged at his brother and Nick just stood there, scared of what would cause this. Kevin just looked at his brothers briefly, a solemn look on his face, and they understood. They both slipped past them and into their dressing room without another word. “How are you getting by?” Kevin asked Ella once the other two were out of sight. Ella reached up and wiped her eyes dry. She took in a deep breath and composed herself.
          “I’m okay,” she answered quietly. “My friends keep me busy. Taryn thinks that’ll make me get over it. You know—going out with them to meet new guys.” She shook her head quickly and made a disgusted face. “I hate it though,” she admitted. “They’re forcing me out and I’m just so scared right now, to throw myself into something with someone I don’t really know…again.”
Kevin’s forehead wrinkled.
          “They shouldn’t be forcing you do anything,” he said. “That’s not fair.”
Ella smiled at him and shrugged.
          “Yeah, but they’re just trying to help.”
Kevin rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder and then took her hand in his. The spark it emitted almost caused him to vomit but he stayed cool and just smiled down at her. He could see the hurt in her eyes, and how scared she was: being battered by her friends who were too callous to understand her predicament, let alone try to help. But he was determined to fix that, to chase those tears and fears away that left the dark lines under her eyes.
          “Don’t worry,” he smiled at her. “Kevin’s here to take care of you.”
 
Because sometimes baby you fall on your back
But girl you're three times the lady I'll ever have
And you know, you know it's true
This is a fight I refuse to lose
 
          That night during the show, Ella sat in the wings on one of their amp cases, watching the show from the best seat in the house. She giggled and waved at Kevin every time he glanced over towards her. Sometimes he’d even turn to face her briefly, picking out a mind-melting progression that caught the breath in her lungs. When Kevin began picking out the intro for ‘When You Look Me In the Eyes,’ Ella noticed a change take over Kevin’s face, something unexplainable but beautiful all the same. His eyes closed and he swayed slightly against his guitar, and she suddenly felt the strong desire to hold him, to feel his arms around her again. During the final chorus when Nick’s voice shook with the intensity of the song, Kevin looked over to her, his eyes wide and ghastly, as if he was looking right through her. Ella felt her face go numb and all she could do was stare back, helpless, longing to be so much closer to him than she was. When the song ended Kevin placed his guitar down without breaking eye contact with her and sauntered off the stage. Joe looked over at him, holding the microphone between his fingers, but never said anything—almost as if he knew. Disappearing for a second behind the thick black curtains, Kevin returned in front of her, his eyes bloodshot. She looked up at him as he stepped in front of her, reaching down slowly to pull her chin up in his hand. Without a word he brushed the hair out of her face and looked directly into her eyes, and she could see the hurt he felt there—the strain he had been going through, but for what she didn’t know. Then as quickly as he had appeared, he reached down with his lips and kissed her softly. The room spun with a force she’d never felt before, and she felt herself reaching up to touch the sides of his face, keeping him there with her.
Kevin’s world swirled; he had never felt such a power come over him before. Sure there were fans behind him screaming in distraught that 1/3 of the group was MIA, but right here, right now, he was Ella’s, and that’s exactly where he wanted to be. When they gently broke apart he took her hand and pulled her up from the case, smiling at her. And there she was, smiling back at him—the most beautiful girl in the world.
She was three times the lady he’d ever had, let alone seen. And she had kissed HIM back. She could have pushed him away, but that’s not how it had happened. From that moment, when her soft lips touched his, he knew he didn’t want anyone else—it was her or nothing at all. He wanted to catch her when she fell, hold her when she needed him, and he wanted to be by her side, no matter what stood in their way.
          “Do you have faith in me?” He asked her gently. Ella cradled the side of his face in her hands, and he thought he might cry from her touch on his skin.
          “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered. Kevin smiled at this, even though it seemed strange that one would smile at something like that.
          “Never,” he chuckled and pulled on her hand towards the stage door.
 
And I'll run
Have a little faith in me
You're scared and alone
And I'll run
This is wear we both break free
I'll bring you home
 
          “Kevin, what are we doing!?” Ella cried into the fray, the wind whipping around them at hurricane forces. Kevin threw his stray scarf back over his shoulder and grabbed her hand once more.
          “We’re running!” He yelled back in laughter at her. Ella laughed and struggled to keep up.
          “Well I REALIZE we’re RUNNING,” she gasped through her giggles. “But where are we running to!?”
Kevin looked back at her, her hair flying around her head, and smiled.
          “We’re not running to anything!” He called back. “We’re running from everything!” And he grabbed tightly to her hand, pulling her into him with such a force that she fell. He grabbed her up in his arms wedding style and spun her around, both of them falling into stitches of laughter.
          “WOOOO!” Ella cried out, her chest feeling like it was caving in but she kept the smile on her face. Never in her life had she been so indescribably happy, as if in one moment Kevin had taken all her pain away. Maybe she was an idiot to try to find something special in Ryland, when she had always known that something special in her best friend. She looked down at Kevin so lovingly that his smile disappeared from his face and he slowed down to a stop. “That was fun,” she said quietly as he let her down. Kevin grabbed her hand and they continued walking down the dark street.
          “I’m so glad you came out to the show,” Kevin whispered to her. Ella smiled.
          “Well of course Kevin, I would never miss seeing you,” she replied. She stopped and turned towards him. Kevin watched that perfect smile of hers spread across her face. “Ever.”
A hoarse laugh escaped him. He was just too excited to speak. Hours ago he was aching with the pain of having Ella, but only from a distance, and now he had finally shown her how much she meant to him. He pulled her into him and kissed her again, this time more slowly, showing her how much time in the world he had just to spend on her.
          “You know I’d always be faithful to you,” he told her seriously. Ella nodded.
          “I know—”
          “I’d never hurt you Ella, ever. You know me. You know I’d always take care of you. I know you’re scared and alone, but if you just believe me—”
          “I do believe you Kevin,” Ella answered with a smile. He was quiet. “But I don’t want to go too quickly either,” this time she was more serious. “Everything feels like it’s happening at once.”
Kevin nodded and clasped both of her gloved hands in his.
          “It is happening all at once Ell. But I’d wait for you forever.” He looked her right in the eyes so he knew she was listening to him. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this chance, and I’ll wait all over again if I have to. I’ll run after you if that’s what it takes.” Ella touched his face and placed her forehead against his. “You’re my best friend Ell. Just have a little faith in me baby, believe in me.”
Ella’s eyes rimmed with tears once more.
          “I’d never make you wait forever,” she whispered and kissed his lips again. He smiled at her. “So what do we do now?” she asked. Kevin wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him as they continued their slow walk down the street.
          “I think it’s time I take a pretty girl home, eh?” He laughed. Ella looked up at him.
          “You’re not gonna drive are you?” Her eyes widened in fear. Kevin furrowed his eyebrows in mock offense.
          “Hey, I’m a perfectly good driver!” He whined. Ella laughed at him and punched him in the side.
          “Like the time you tried parking the car during your driver’s test?” She mused. Kevin covered his face in shame.
          “And it ended up on the porch.” He moaned.
          “Across the street.”
Kevin burst out laughing and tried to hide the redness in his face.
          “I swear I’m better.” He protested. Ella looked up at him adoringly once more, and again he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
          “I still don’t think so,” she chided in a whisper. Kevin shook his head at her, from only inches above her lips. Her eyes never sparkled so much than they did right then in the moonlight.
          “How else are you gonna get home?” He joked. Ella looked sideways at the long stretch of sidewalk still before them. Then she looked back at him.
          “I’ll run,” she laughed and took off like a shot. Kevin glanced up in shock as she dashed away from him before he too took off running. He ran after her at full speed, both of them howling with laughter, into the darkness. She made him follow her for what seemed like hours, but he never stopped once. He told her he’d chase her forever.
 
Believe me and don't think twice
And don't leave me or say goodbye
Believe me, believe me tonight

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New Post 3/25/2008 5:52 PM
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You Be The Anchor... [A Nick One-Shot Song fic] 3/24 

 

You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds
song by: Mayday Parade

If I get enough responses I'll post another one =] I was home sick today so I wrote this, I hope you enjoy it.

But please make sure to know the song beforehand, otherwise it won't be as meaningful. I picked a beautiful song so it won't be tasking to listen to<3 -Jesi (At least the ending if not the whole song hehe)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePNRTnR3GbY

And honestly I have been begging for answers:
That you and only you can give to me.
My voice crying out—been crying for days now.
And as I start to run I start to breathe—

 
          Nick pressed his ipod off and allowed his pace to slow. The sun hung down low behind him, and if one passed the scene you would swear it was hiding from him. This may have been the case, but it wasn’t the golden sun who was cowering, it was the boy.
          Quiet noises followed his footsteps as he slowly continued down the walk. His brow was covered in sweat. Who knows how long he had been running. After a few more minutes of walking his breathing had slowed and he looked up to find himself along the shore. For March it was too cold to stand the sea breeze, but today against his bare chest, the sting of salt air felt good. He looked out over a dune to see the empty sand before that stretched to meet the curling waves. The gentle wind left the more distant waters calm and glassy, but at its edge the white curls twisted and smashed onto the sand with painful, rhythmic slops. Nick stopped to watch the torrent with apathetic interest. The nauseating sound the waves made on the ground turned his stomach and hit against his heart. It was a lonely sound, and this boy knew about loneliness.
          He descended the beach towards the softer sand, and looked out through the gray skies. Here in the solitude of the strong winds, his thoughts came to him. Why aren’t you here? Where have you gone to? Where had the good and the bad met to cause such a thing to happen; much like the line that cut through the sea and the sky? Why didn’t you tell me? The boy had been having these strange thoughts a lot recently. Is any of this for real? ...Or not? He reached up to wipe his brow in frustration, feeling the angst of his thoughts weigh down over his heart. Pressing down over his eyes he felt them raw to the touch. One would never be able to tell he had been crying for days now. The questions had been coming to him time after time without rest; leaving him a shadow of the boy had had been only a few days ago. But he’d never find the answers to those questions. Because only she knew…and had taken them with her.
 
And I was nearly scared to death,
Of why you left in paragraphs
Words were nearly overhead.
You stop and turn and grab your bags.
 
Running was the only thing that brought him relief now. It allowed his lungs to open and breathe the air that brought him comfort.
She’d killed herself, taken her own life—and left him to stare at an empty world. His best friend—his best friend. Lily, like the dew-covered flowers that lined the streets of their town. Except there was one Lily he’d never gaze upon again. Her features came to him in throbbing waves that crashed against his fragile heart like the curls against the sand. Her silky blonde hair, those sea-green eyes—and her perfect, heart-wrenching smile. He swallowed her face to hold back the tears, but they came again this time in silent troves. His best friend had come and gone just as quickly as the sloshing waves along the ocean’s edge. Each one just as loud and lonely as the last—and thus all the same. But that’s where she was different, Lily wasn’t the same. She never allowed herself to conform, and she reached out a gentle hand to those in need, instead of one to point and mock. Her voice was soft and a melody to his ears. And he would never, ever hear its beauty again. She’d never say his name again, slip her tiny arms around his waist and smile; just for him—only for him…but never for him again. He never knew how unhappy she was. She never showed a sign. Nick racked his brains once more but yet again came up empty. There was nothing there. Overdose, they said. She’d taken her mother’s pills to stop her heart—Nick closed his eyes, and tried to force the memory away of the day they told him. His mother ran upstairs in a panic early one morning, her voice harried and screeching as she ran into his room, Kevin, ghostly at her heels. He clenched his fists and refused to return to that memory. He’d been reliving it every other moment since it happened, and each time it made him sicker to his stomach. She’d left a note for him, and though he’d barely allowed himself to read it, it cut his heart inches deep. It nearly scared him to death, of how she could leave him in paragraphs—that she could sum up her end in just a few short words, and then leave him forever. It was just didn’t make sense.
 
As hours move to minutes
And minutes take longer to break
I will be desperately awaiting
But my tongue won't fall apart
And we've been sitting here for hours
All alone and in the dark

So let me think of to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me
All that's left is just to sing
 
Hours slipped by, the waves keeping a rhythmic score of how many endless moments he spent standing, staring. No thoughts came to him, but he felt as if he was thinking about everything at once. The world was passing through his ears and eyes and mind and yet none of it stuck, because none of it mattered to him. It was almost as if he was standing there not to sort out his thoughts, but to wait. He’d wait for Lily forever, even if it meant standing there along the shorefront, gazing at the sharp horizon with a deadened look. He’d wait until the horizon blinked first and brought back his love before he ever left the sand. He was waiting for some sort of answer. Perhaps if he stayed long enough, the time would find him a smarter man—a more experienced boy with the answers he needed to move on. The sky was transforming into indigo shapes with murderous red along its edges. Clouds were shifting and swirling against their backdrop until they were too insignificant to see against the darkening sky. Stars would appear soon overhead, just another reminder that somehow, life was still going on. But it didn’t seem probable—that the world had any motivation left to spin when he himself felt so tired and uninspired. Tired—the word felt dry and lifeless on his mind, and he felt his eyes lull a bit. The air was cold and biting against his skin now, but he couldn’t find the ability to move. He hadn’t slept in days, and even when he had he’d woken up more tired than before. He wouldn’t speak to his brothers or his parents, and shows were one long blur he couldn’t decipher. He’d long since stopped trying to figure everyone else out. How could they move on so quickly, or even feign the act? No one who loves someone so deeply can ever let them go. And that’s where his mind stuck. He blinked and a sudden rush of tears flowed from his eyes and he allowed himself to sit down on his thought.
 
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
 
He was starting to understand why he felt so tired, so lifeless, so lost. They had all let go—let go of Lily. They were able to drive and speak and sing and play, but only because they allowed themselves to push her out of their minds long enough. Or maybe they had felt they had her all figured out and lived life in that plastic confidence. Nick remembered at the funeral how somber the room felt, as if the sorrow built up within it was crushing the walls of the house. But that feeling only lingered as long as they were mourning Lily’s death. Outside, the feeling was gone because they had all let go. They never truly loved Lily like Nick loved her. They were all pretend. Except for Nick, because he would never let Lily go. Even if it killed him.
He breathed in the salt air and felt the tears rushing down his chin onto his shorts. He could hear himself crying, but it didn’t seem to him that it was even his voice. The rage of the curls meshed with his aching heart and helped to drown the sound. Every wave dragged him further and further out to sea—carrying his lonely call out to the darkening abyss—to no one—to nothing. The loose sand around him, piled with lifeless skeletons of children’s play-forts and castles kicked up and scuttled around him in wispy lines. They crumbled and fell so innocently, as if they never mattered—and Nick’s chest tightened once more. The heavy sobs choked him and he smashed his palms into the sand in desperation for air. He looked towards the sky and glared at the last remaining breaths of sunlight.
          “Is everyone here make-believe?” He cowered and shook. His face was twisted in agony as he stared—shaking, waiting for an answer.
But one did not come.
Almost as if God too waited for an answer—for Nick to tell him what he was dying to know as well. Almost as if to say ‘Son, that’s the question.’
Nick bellowed in sheer anguish, the silence so powerful and meaningful that it was destroying his ears. He placed his head in his hands and sobbed, twitching and reacting to every roar of the waves, every howl the wind made and every shiver he felt as they tortured him together. His eyes bloodshot and purpling, Nick reached into his pocket and pulled the crumpled note he’d held close to him for days now.
 
“And you'll sing to me sweet until then
I may never sail
Virginia again
And as this current moves slow for me
This much you must know—we’ll meet again;
And I'll have you know I'm scared to death.”
 
His eyes watered to the brim of his top eyelid with trying tears as he read her words over again. She was scared—and he wanted so badly to hold her again, to tell her to never be frightened again as long as he was there beside her. But he could never hold her again. Her pain was too far and few between as well as undetected. He couldn’t imagine what could drive her to leave him, to leave everything that made his life glow. She mentioned the ocean and he looked once more out on to it—her pain wasn’t going away, just like the sound of the waves. She couldn’t bare it and neither could he. He could see how incessant it must have been—a constant, berating torture just as constant as the surf against sand. He dug his fingernails into the sand to keep from screaming.
 
Tell me once again
That you'll love me to the death
And should I die, you swear that you will come for me
As I fade away, you reach out your hand
 
Nick could feel his body draining, his mind losing focus and his head bobbed down along his shoulders.
          “Tell me you love me,” he squeaked and felt tears he didn’t even try to control run along his nakedness. “Tell me you’ll love me to the death,” he begged. But all he was left with again was the scream of the ocean. His mind suddenly flipped to rewind and millions of thoughts rushed him again. Not only had his friends and family and everyone around him let Lily go—she had let him go. Like he had thought before—but now it was all so clear to him, all so real and so much more meaningful than before. No one who loves someone so deeply can ever let them go. But Lily had let him go.
He broke out in a shuttering sob.

And please don't let me…
          “And please don't let me go!” He screamed, his back arched as he cried skyward—his voice rushed once again by the torturous waves.
And please don't let me go…
          “And please don't let me go…!!” He reached up, trying to hold on, crying and moaning but nothing grabbed back. Nothing came to him. Thoughts flooded and he fought back against them—trying to push back time and contemplation as well as the bay of the wind and torrent of the sea all at once. Nick forced everything away from him, pushing at the screaming, the noise, the truth, trying to find the beautiful girl he loved so bitterly. She couldn’t have let him go—he loved her too much. He’d wanted to marry her, to hold her, to love her and nothing less. She had reached out her hand and then let it go, let everything that made him feel alive go and disappeared forever.
          “NO!!” Nick screamed, falling forward on his arms, vomiting and coughing as he continued to sob. He had no energy left to breathe and he felt his lungs collapsing and squishing his shattered heart.
 
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
 
His crying slowed as he slouched against his arm, his stomach turgid and throbbing in the wake of his frenzy. His other arm shielded his face—not from the sand that still blew into his eyes and stung his skin, but from the groan of the sea. In a last few desperate breaths he prayed to hear her voice again—just once, to know everything he’d thought before was wrong. That she would never let him go; that his Lily, his love, was still here. That she still loved him, that she still…loved…him. He looked around, the waves monstrous in his ears as he strained for it—pleaded for it. But it would never come. She was gone.
 

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wow, these stories were amazing! i loved the kevin one...and the nick one totally made me cry. you should write more of these!


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those were so unbelievably amazing! i loved this sooo much! you are an amazing writer!


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 USAchick43 wrote

wow, these stories were amazing! i loved the kevin one...and the nick one totally made me cry. you should write more of these!

ahh thank you! im writing one now, I'm going to post it tonight! =]


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 Nickolle (Gone for Spring Break) wrote

Those were so amazing, you have a way with words!!!

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The Way We Talk [two shot mostly Kevin songfic] 
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this ends up as a two-shot songfic just because it would end up being WAY too long! =] enjoy, the better part is part two, but please, still comment!! after4 or 5 comments ill type up the rest<3 thank you for reading!

The Way We Talk
song by: The Maine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xhimBpittg

She's fresh to death,
She'll be the death of you,
Seduction leads to destruction.
She's fresh to death,
She'll be the death of me,
She's fresh but not too clean.

Cute face slim waist,
She's got em' in a craze,
Yeah we think he's going crazy.
When she speaks it makes me grind my teeth,
Yet he still thinks she's amazing.
And she's been playing games,
Ever since 98',
Shallow is as shallow does,
Some people never change.

 
          “Joey you’re the cutest little thing in the entire world,” A giggled voice hiccupped and popped through the open door.
          “No baby doll, you’re the cutest little thing in the entire world.” A male’s voice giggled back, almost sickeningly.
          “But sweetie I said you were,” came the nauseating female voice again. The best way to describe it was lavender icing with rainbow sprinkles on it; too sweet to even look at and would probably make you vomit if you tried a taste.
          “Baby…”
          “Could you both agree that you’re the cutest little thing’s in the whole world and stop making me barf in my mouth!?” Joe’s younger brother, Nick, looked up from his adjacent position on the couch and scowled. Television was a poor distraction from the near R-rated scene that was happening in his peripheral vision. Joe’s girlfriend Tess had joined the boys on their latest tour and so far she was the first one on Nick’s list to get thrown out the back window. She had long icy blonde hair and thick, dark eyelashes as well as crystal blue eyes. She was your average damsel of perfection, and Joe was unabashedly infatuated with her. The problem was…he was the only one. Tess was well known around the streets of their town. She wasn’t the head cheerleader, but that hadn’t stopped her from being with everyone on the football team—twice. She was good at the game she played, and she’d been playing them since as long as Nick could remember. She lived down th