Story: 5 Words Or Less
Pairing: Demilena
Based around the song Language Lessons by Hawthorne Heights. You might want to listen to it whilst reading this piece of crap. You need that extra boost.
Just like that.
It happened just like that.
Just like most of the extremes do, just like that.
Bam. You're kicked out of the house.
Bam. Your best friend is kissing you.
Bam. Your somehow reacting like you actually saw this you didn't it.
There was no weather forecast. And if there was, you never turned on the television.
Even if there were a forecast for this moment, you still would've been surprised.
The weather guy tells you there's going to be a hurricane, but next thing you know, your picking up the remains of your house.
You just wish it was that easy, you can't even find who you were.
That same weather guy could've told you it was going to be sunny, wear shorts, you're going to need them, then bam. Just like that your soaking through the bone, teeth chattering, sprinting for the nearest shelter.
You know things would be different if you weren't a superstar; she wouldn't have jumped back so quickly, shook her head and walked away.
And then just like that, it's over.
When she said she was walking away, you let her. And instead of calling her back, you're counting her footsteps.
Now you feel like you're in an operating room and she's tearing your heart out. She's a new doctor, not yet comfortable on the operating table and your heart surgery isn't going over to well. And instead of getting a new heart, your still stuck with yours.
You let her go when she said she was leaving.
When you walk outside, every face is hers.
You knew this wouldn't be easy, but you didn't know this would be rocket science.
Some future metal, for spaceships launched into deep space for years on end, equipped for light speed, that's the kind of rocket science it turned out to be.
And even though there's a lightning storm, you still sprint through the streets, not knowing whether those flashes are from lightning or the cameras that were following you. Your sprinting for the nearest shelter, not just cover from the rain.|
You need cover from the storm.
You're sprinting for her house.
You offered her everything. Isn't your heart everything?
You can barely breath. You can barely stand, but your sprinting.
You want her. You need her.
She answer's the door. It's still pouring out.
But the disaster's evaded.
You ask the question. Waiting for the answer.
Your heart is pounding. You feel the blood rushing to your head.
You're waiting for the answer.
You don't care if the answer is in 5 words or less.
You need her voice.
You hear her whisper.
Bam, just like that, it only takes 3 words.
You thank God you didn't watch the weather channel.
The weather guy would've said she didn't love you.