These Days
[ Hey baby, is that you?
wow, your hair got so long
yeah yeah, I love it,
I really do.]
Seitt sat up sharply as a thump sounded at his apartment door. That would be the morning paper,
scattered all over just like it always was because of that idiot paper boy. Sure enough the paper
lay in a messy heap when he swung open the door.
"Learn how to throw!" He shook his fist at the kid.
Without bothering to stop walking the kid turned around and stuck his tonge out at the Gundam
fighter.
"Stupid kid." Seitt slammed the door. He set the paper down on the table a located the front page
in the pile.'Dark Gundam Defeated!' the headlines proclaimed.There was a picture of people who
had fought it below. Seitt's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. They were all there. Even him.
Domon Kasshu. The man who had taken his precious Rain from him.And could it be? Yes, Rain was in
the photo too, right next to him, wrapped in his cloak. That stupid red cloak. It wasn't fair.
Rain had been his. Only his...... The idea sent him down memory lane.......
[Norma Geen, ain't that the song
we'd sing in the car
drivin' downtown, top down
makin' the rounds, checkin'
out the bands on Dohey Avenu]
It had all been perfect until she had decided to help her "childhood friend" by being his Gundam
crew. Before that, they had had a bright future together. They were youg and in love, going to
collage and someday probably married.
[Yeah life throws ya curves
but you learned to swerve.
Me, I swung and I missed,
and the next thing ya know
i'm remanising, dreaming old dreams,
wishing old wishes
like you would be back again.]
Seitt sat there a few minutes longer, then shook himself out of it. He had to go to work. Back
to the old grind.No time to think about her now.
[I wake up, and teardrops,
they fall down like rain.
I put on that old song we danced to
and then,
I head off, to my job,
guess not much has changed
punch the clock, head for home
check the phone, just in case
go to bed, dream of you.
That's what I'm doing these days]
disclaimer- I don't own G Gundam (i wish) the song is These Days written by Rascal Flats.
A/N-don't be to mean, it's my second G fic, my fist got lost in my computer somewhere, but
I'll put it up if I ever find it again.
[ Hey baby, is that you?
wow, your hair got so long
yeah yeah, I love it,
I really do.]
Seitt sat up sharply as a thump sounded at his apartment door. That would be the morning paper,
scattered all over just like it always was because of that idiot paper boy. Sure enough the paper
lay in a messy heap when he swung open the door.
"Learn how to throw!" He shook his fist at the kid.
Without bothering to stop walking the kid turned around and stuck his tonge out at the Gundam
fighter.
"Stupid kid." Seitt slammed the door. He set the paper down on the table a located the front page
in the pile.'Dark Gundam Defeated!' the headlines proclaimed.There was a picture of people who
had fought it below. Seitt's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. They were all there. Even him.
Domon Kasshu. The man who had taken his precious Rain from him.And could it be? Yes, Rain was in
the photo too, right next to him, wrapped in his cloak. That stupid red cloak. It wasn't fair.
Rain had been his. Only his...... The idea sent him down memory lane.......
[Norma Geen, ain't that the song
we'd sing in the car
drivin' downtown, top down
makin' the rounds, checkin'
out the bands on Dohey Avenu]
It had all been perfect until she had decided to help her "childhood friend" by being his Gundam
crew. Before that, they had had a bright future together. They were youg and in love, going to
collage and someday probably married.
[Yeah life throws ya curves
but you learned to swerve.
Me, I swung and I missed,
and the next thing ya know
i'm remanising, dreaming old dreams,
wishing old wishes
like you would be back again.]
Seitt sat there a few minutes longer, then shook himself out of it. He had to go to work. Back
to the old grind.No time to think about her now.
[I wake up, and teardrops,
they fall down like rain.
I put on that old song we danced to
and then,
I head off, to my job,
guess not much has changed
punch the clock, head for home
check the phone, just in case
go to bed, dream of you.
That's what I'm doing these days]
disclaimer- I don't own G Gundam (i wish) the song is These Days written by Rascal Flats.
A/N-don't be to mean, it's my second G fic, my fist got lost in my computer somewhere, but
I'll put it up if I ever find it again.