OK, people, this is Gabrielle. I'm a new author on this site, mainly because oneshots don't survive on HP Dialouge Boards (errrr), and because this site is overly efficent. Flame if you have to, not for fun! And I don't support Paul, I just wrote this in an amazing moment of boredom.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, like DUH. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this on the library computer at school.
Behind Blue Eyes – A Paul Songfic
"And I never want to speak to you again, you jerk!"
Paul heard the phone slam on the other side, and put the receiver back into its cradle with a sigh.
He knew it would end like this. Every relationship he had since high school had ended up in the bin. All because of one extraordinary girl.
Paul turned his gaze to the graduation portrait of the class of '05. The picture was taken on a sunny day, in the Mission courtyard. The wind was blowing, and all the girls' hair was flying and obscuring their faces, except Suze. Her hair was in a long braid, and she was laughing with CeeCee and Adam. Her eyes were crinkled up, but the brilliant green irises were visible.
Paul groaned and flopped onto the bed. Those eyes...
Every girl he had dated after high school had green eyes. Everywhere he went with those girls, there was another woman with green eyes. And he flirted with them. And his date got pissed. And they dumped him. It was a permanent pattern.
He closed his eyes and sighed, deeply this time. Everybody in Harvard law school thought he was the coolest guy on campus; the girls gathered at his feet (and one time even in his bed, when he forgot to lock the door); and his professors took it easy on him.
He HATED it.
He wanted to be treated like a normal person-a man who worked his way into Harvard, not paid his way in. Everybody thought that Paul Slater doesn't want for nothing, because he was, to them, perfect.
"And you have such amazing eyes, Paul," Melanie had purred on their last date. "Blue, like the ocean."
He had dumped her the same night by flirting with the (green-eyed) waitress. She was the one who just called him in a rage, calling him names and threatening him.
Paul turned over and laid on his back, staring at himself in the mirrors on the celing. Kelly had had them installed, right before he dumped her.
He studied himself. He was muscular and tanned, with curly brown hair and ice-blue eyes.
He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of green eyes and ghosts.
He woke up, got dressed, and mentally prepared himself for another day where he has to play the part of the rich-boy, and never show his real self.
Everybody was jealous of him, but nobody knows.
No one knows what it's like No one knows what it's like But my dreams I have hours, only lonely No one knows what it's like No one bites back as hard But my dreams I have hours, only lonely When my fist clenches, crack it open If I swallow anything evil No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
My love is vengeance
That's never free
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes