Complicated Girl
Luke's POV- Songfic
Spoilers: Not really.
Belongs... not to me. Just a humble fan writing a little extension to the genius of Amy Sherman-Palladino and friends... Also I have nada rights on the song "Complicated Girl" from the Bangles. Don't sue me! Please!
A/N: Hi. Name's Emily. This is just a little something from Luke. I was listening to the Bangles a little while ago and wrote this in matter of minutes, so if you think it's kind of crap, please tell me! Please R&R... All criticism is welcome! izzyandfelix@hotmail.com
It's incredible how she gets to me. How everyday I think about how I'm not going to let under my skin the way she always does. But as soon as that door opens and the first demands for coffee are made, I'm stuck.
Why bother making rules you know she will not follow?
The cell phone sign. Damn it! If I could get her to listen to me when I tell her not to use that stupid phone, I think I'd be a much happier man. But I suppose it doesn't make any sense for me to make rules for her when I don't follow my own. My rule not to feed Lorelai and Rory crap food has basically had to go out the window. Why do I bother?
Never seen you act this way. The girl has hit you hard.
I act like an idiot everyday, but I just can't help it. And yet, what I find so overly obvious, she doesn't see. Maybe that's what hurts the most.
Love is never simple with a complicated girl.
What I'm most sorry for is the fact that I can't get it out there. The words.
I don't think I'll ever say them unless she says them first, though. I refuse to. I need her to say them so I know that she's over Max and Christopher and Chilton dads and little blonde boys. I need to feel her head on my shoulder and know, right then, that she depends on me.
The only problem is, I'm losing hope in that day ever happening.
Luke's POV- Songfic
Spoilers: Not really.
Belongs... not to me. Just a humble fan writing a little extension to the genius of Amy Sherman-Palladino and friends... Also I have nada rights on the song "Complicated Girl" from the Bangles. Don't sue me! Please!
A/N: Hi. Name's Emily. This is just a little something from Luke. I was listening to the Bangles a little while ago and wrote this in matter of minutes, so if you think it's kind of crap, please tell me! Please R&R... All criticism is welcome! izzyandfelix@hotmail.com
It's incredible how she gets to me. How everyday I think about how I'm not going to let under my skin the way she always does. But as soon as that door opens and the first demands for coffee are made, I'm stuck.
Why bother making rules you know she will not follow?
The cell phone sign. Damn it! If I could get her to listen to me when I tell her not to use that stupid phone, I think I'd be a much happier man. But I suppose it doesn't make any sense for me to make rules for her when I don't follow my own. My rule not to feed Lorelai and Rory crap food has basically had to go out the window. Why do I bother?
Never seen you act this way. The girl has hit you hard.
I act like an idiot everyday, but I just can't help it. And yet, what I find so overly obvious, she doesn't see. Maybe that's what hurts the most.
Love is never simple with a complicated girl.
What I'm most sorry for is the fact that I can't get it out there. The words.
I don't think I'll ever say them unless she says them first, though. I refuse to. I need her to say them so I know that she's over Max and Christopher and Chilton dads and little blonde boys. I need to feel her head on my shoulder and know, right then, that she depends on me.
The only problem is, I'm losing hope in that day ever happening.