Friend of a Friend
Based on the song by Foo Fighters with the same name.
He needs a quiet room,
With a lock to keep him in,
It's just a quiet room,
And he's there
The silence is heavier than is used to be. Stork can't wonder why. Days spent predicting doom aren't half as reassuring without well-placed, punctuated sarcasm. It seems over now. They're exhausted. Mourning too, but now, just so tired.
Stork looks around the walls. Their dark grey metal is covered by old, dusty posters. Rockstars, pretty girls, fancy skimmers. Yep. Those were the old times. Behind the materialism, he can find the glue that hung them there. Symbolic now, that those posters sit peeling. The adhesive behind them is worn out too. They need replacement.
But what could ever replace them?
He plays an old guitar,
With a coin found by the phone,
It was his friend's guitar,
That he played
It's a really rich instrument. This one isn't electric. The guitar stays locked in her case, gathering grime under the bed. Stork isn't really a one for music, unless it's sad, gloomy, and makes you think.
The table has a single coin, and Stork remembers how Finn liked flipping them. He's using his instinct—his last shred of sanity left. There's a quiet clink as the metal disk is tossed into the air. It falls back down onto his green palm.
The merb simply takes the guitar out from under the bed. He stares at its classical body, her perfect curvy make. The coin plays between his fingers. Stork strums.
The music is slow.
He's never been in love,
But he knows just what love is,
He said never-mind,
And no-one speaks
The others look at him sometimes, their eyes worried for him. They wonder if he'll ever be alright again. But how can he?
His best friend died.
He thinks he drinks too much,
Cause when he tells his two best friends,
I think I drink too much,
No-one speaks,
No-one speaks,
No-one speaks
Stork never likes that sharp, snappy taste of alcohol. And then he got drunk one day. He felt better. He wasn't hurting any more. The hangover damn near killed him.
He knows he's taking it badly. The others feel just as much. Perhaps more. Junko won't stop crying these days. But he neither has the ability, nor the energy to justify himself. So he will not. They may warn him to try and move on someday. But until that time, they remain silent.
He plays an old guitar,
With a coin found by the phone,
It was his friend's guitar,
That he played
Perhaps Finn cannot play his guitar ever again. But Stork is determined. He will never try and stop the sound any more. So the music carries on.
When he plays,
No-one speaks,
No-one speaks,
When he plays,
No-one speaks
The closed door can't hide the song. It is slow and mournful.
Rhythmically, the silence remains.
A/N: I fell in love with this song. It conjured really powerful images in my head. I needed to make a songfic out of this, and that's how this piece came up. I don't usually like songfics, because I don't read too many: they annoy me. But I couldn't resist this one. Thank you for reading.