I got the idea for this while I was listening to my music. I then watched the "Jaded" music video. BAM! One-shot idea! Anyway….enjoy, review, favorite, don't lick strange dogs.
Claire Seville sighed as she took the long journey through the spacious mansion to her room. Her father, Alvin Seville, had left for a tour and her mother, Brittany Seville, was busy as usual. "I just don't understand," she whispered. I have everything. I should be happy. People serve me, being a Daddy's Girl I get what I want, and being an only child I get all my parents' attention. Why am I so unhappy? Once again, she let out a soft sigh before stepping into her large bedroom. She was snapped out of her thoughts by her nanny, "Is there anything I can do for you, miss?" She smiled softly, "No thanks…" she gently replied. She turned on the long, jet black flat screen television in her room just as her father was shown. Maybe I just miss Daddy. She smiled at the thought of her daddy. Turning up the volume, she watched her father's performance. Still, it didn't brighten her mood. She groaned inwardly as she went to turn it off. She froze as she heard a strange guitar riff. For some reason, she had to watch her father's music video. The lyrics began as the riff ended.
Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style
But you're yesterday's child to me
So jaded
You think that's where it's at
But is that where it's supposed to be
You're gettin' it all over me
X-rated
Claire just plastered a confused look. It didn't make sense, usually, Claire could easily figure out the meaning of a song. Jaded? What the heck is that? She groaned and squirmed because her nanny just cannot leave Claire's hair alone EVER! She got out of what she called the "Grip of Steel" and went to her white Mac. She typed in "Jaded meaning".
Jaded [jey-did] – 1. Dulled or satiated by overindulgence
2. Worn out or wearied by overwork or overuse
3. Dissipated
She looked even more confused. Then she heard the chorus. That's when it hit her.
My, my baby blue
Yeah, I been thinkin' about you
My, my baby blue
Yeah, you're so jaded
And I'm the one that jaded you
The song's about her. She felt tears well up in her deep brown eyes. Does Daddy think I'm a brat? Is he sick of me? She watched the music video. She saw the girl or "Jaded" in a steamy spa. She saw words magically get written in the mirror, "What do you want?" She froze as she awaited the girl's response. Then she saw her finger write "To feel." She felt a small flame light in her. A flame of want and desire; she didn't know why or how. She looked up the lyrics read.
Hey j-j-jaded
In all its misery
It will always be what i love and hated
And maybe take a ride to the other side
We're thinkin' of
We'll slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded
She skipped over the chorus and looked back at the video. "Jaded" was going to find the forest. She threw a book across the library in the large home and it automatically started flipping, showing her the way.
Your thinking's so complicated
I've had it all up to here
But it's so overrated
Love and hated
Wouldn't trade it
Love me jaded
Hey j-j-jaded
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
And ecstasy's what you prefer
She watched as the girl started to run. She felt something snap. She ran out of the room. She ran out of the house. Her nanny, butlers, and maids quickly trailing behind; she ran to a nearby forest. She felt tears escape her eyes. She got it. She was jaded. She needed to get away from this life for a while. Maybe even forever. This is all she's wanted. Quiet, peace, to feel.
My, my baby blue
Yeah, I'm talkin' about you
My, my baby blue
Yeah, I've been thinkin' about you
My, my baby blue
Yeah, you're so jaded
Baby
Jaded
Baby
You're so jaded
'cause I'm the one that jaded you