Author's Notes: Okay, so I got a few reviews for "Gravy Fries and
Dirty Lollipops." Everyone said good things and asked for a sequel
so this is for those who told me my first posted fic rocked!
Thanks for the ego boost!
By the way, since this is a sequel, if you haven't yet read "Gravy
Fries and Dirty Lollipops," you're going to want to do that before
reading this fic. Summary of "Gravy Fries…": Usagi writes
Mamoru a letter telling him what she thinks of him.
Also, I've decided that this is going to be part of a trilogy.
"Gravy Fries…" was the first part, this one is the second
and there is a third part, "Changing Weather Patterns,"
coming in the next couple of days. So if you like this story,
review and I'll definitely get it out faster. : ) : )
Enjoy the story! And REVIEW!
Kool-Aid
by Appearances
He didn't want to believe it at first. But the evidence
was right there in front of his face. So he looked at it and came
to the logical conclusion that upset him more than he thought
anything ever would. She was avoiding him.
Three weeks. That's how long he'd gone without seeing
her. Without calling her Odongo. Without arguing with her.
Without watching her stomp away from him angrily. He wasn't
sure what he was more upset about: the fact that he hadn't seen
her in three weeks ('and two days!' a voice in his mind added)
or that he _was_ so upset about it.
So she had written him a letter, told him she loved him,
and then completely ignored him. So what?
And who did she think she was anyways?! Telling him he
was weak. Telling him he "wallowed in self pity". Telling him he
lived for his past. He did not live to "spite" his past! Take the wanting
to be a doctor aspect of his life. He wanted to become a doctor to
help people. Like those doctors who had taken care of him after his
accident hadn't done. What help had they been? They couldn't tell
him who he was, they couldn't save his parents, they couldn't even
find him a decent place to live!
He sighed. Okay, so he was a little bitter. Could she really
blame him?
'She didn't blame you, you idiot!' the voice shouted at him.
'She said she wanted to help you!'
He glared at the nothingness in front him. He didn't need
her help! He didn't need any help! He was fine. He had been by
himself and taken care of himself since long before she came into
his life. He didn't want her just barging in and changing things
because she thought he was "lonely." Well, he wasn't! He was
perfectly fine and happy by himself. And that's the way things
were going to stay!
Besides, he didn't like Usagi. The mere thought of having a
feeling other than…than…what exactly did he feel towards his
bunny?
His?
Mind spinning with all the unwanted thoughts, Mamoru
stood and walked towards his kitchen for something to eat. The
voice in his head finally decided it was time for drastic measures.
It was time to make the fool realize what that strange feeling coming
from his heart was. The past three weeks, the word hadn't been
brought up in hopes that the fool would realize it on his own, but it
was up to the voice now. So the voice took a deep breath and prepared
for the fool to be brought to his knees with the word: 'Food won't
negate the fact that you love her, baka!'
Mamoru started to tremble. Trembling was good, the voice
decided.
He loved her?
He couldn't love her. He had never loved anyone. Loving
meant being hurt when they left you or decided you weren't good
enough for them.
But it still felt so right to love his Usako.
Usako? Where had that come from?
Usako…err…Usagi was clumsy and stupid and idiotic.
He knew practically nothing about her except her idiocy.
'Oh please,' the voice that Mamoru was seriously beginning
to hate said. 'Don't even try to deny that you know Usagi. Go ahead
and ask yourself what you know about her.'
Okay, fine. What did he know about Usagi?
Plenty.
She never really walked. She more like bounced. She was
always happy, except when talking to him. She loved chocolate and
pretty much any food. Besides carrots. She had the most gorgeous
blue eyes, a shade lighter than the night sky and a few shades darker
than the water of the fountain in the park. Her hair wasn't just blonde;
oh no, it was golden! It shimmered and shined with every turn of her
head and looked as soft as feathers.
He sat down at his kitchen table. He loved her. There was no
mistaking it. He loved her! He could deny it as long as he wanted, but
it didn't matter. The heart wasn't something that was easily
swayed from its path. He might as well just accept it.
So he did.
Well, he knew he loved her, but he still had two questions
left: how did she know he was Tuxedo Kamen and how the hell
did she find out about his Disney movie collection?
It was close to midnight. He had grown extremely depressed
since earlier that day. That morning he had figured out he loved her.
And she was still no where to be found so he could tell her. He sighed
as he sank down into his couch and placed his head in his hands. Did
life just suck for him or was it like this for everyone?
A headache was his answer as he sensed Sailor Moon's
transformation.
Oh yea. Life sucked.
He transformed and was bounding towards the fight within
moments. "Damn youma," he muttered on the way. There he was, in
the middle of extreme depression and they couldn't just leave the city
alone for a couple of hours so he could wallow in self pity?
He arrived at the park - 'Of course, the park,' he thought bitterly,
'since when can the Negaverse come up with something original?' -
and hid in the nearest tree to observe the battle and then leap in to rescue
the day when the time came.
But he was already a little late.
As he settled into the tree, a blast was finishing its path of
destruction, at the end of which was Sailor Moon. She was too far
away for him to push her out of the way in time, but he tried desperately
to make it anyways while throwing as many roses as he could at the
offending youma. "Sailor Moon!" he yelled and watched as she jumped
narrowly out of the way, the blast still ripping the side of her stomach
practically to shreds. She had jumped towards him, causing them both
to roll on the ground for a little. Sailor Moon ended up landing on top
of him, blushing slightly and getting up quickly. He saw the blood
gushing from her wound as she stood and anger grew in him towards
the youma. How dare it hurt his love?
What was he saying?
Hadn't he only that morning found out his feelings towards his
Usako? Then why did he have these feelings for Sailor Moon all of a sudden?
He watched, still on the ground, as she clutched her stomach
with one arm and hurled her tiara towards the youma with the other.
Gathering his wits, he leapt up to the nearest tree, watching as she
conversed briefly with her friends after the youma was destroyed.
Sailor Moon reassured the other senshi that she was fine, before they
all split up to go home.
She might have convinced her friends she was okay, but
Tuxedo Kamen still had his doubts. He began to follow her, silently.
He convinced himself it was to make sure she got home
okay. The traitorous voice argued that it was to find out who she
was and find out if he really loved her.
He chose that moment to start ignoring the hated voice.
She had a tingly feeling in the back of her neck like someone
was watching her. Quickly turning a corner, she ducked into an alley.
A figure in black proceeded past her hiding place slowly, as if looking
for someone. She smiled as she recognized the masked hero.
"Hello, Tuxedo Kamen-sama," Sailor Moon said, startling the
man. He turned to find her leaning against the brick wall in the alley,
both arms clutching her stomach tightly. "Is there something I can help
you with?"
Tuxedo Kamen took a step towards her, resulting in the
heroine taking a few steps deeper into the alleyway. "I just want to make
sure you're okay."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," she said, smiling. "It's one of the perks
of being Sailor Moon. It'll be a mere scar in a couple of hours." He looked
disbelieving but she didn't care to elaborate. She just wanted out of the
situation as quickly as possible. The klutz-turned-superhero had not avoided
the man that was in front of her for three weeks for nothing. 'It was more
than three weeks,' a voice said.
There was silence between them for a minute before she turned
to jump onto the rooftop and away from him. She stopped when she
heard him whisper, "Why do I love you?" She froze - whether in happiness
or fear, she would never figure out - and listened as his footsteps came to
a halt directly behind her. "I don't know anything about you; I don't know
you're favorite color or what you do for fun. I don't know your name!
Why do I love you?" he continued in whispers, his breath touching the
back of her neck lightly and sending shivers down her spine.
"You might not know me," she started, her voice so soft he almost
didn't hear, "but I know you."
"How do you know me?" he asked, touching her shoulder gently
and guiding her in turning towards him. "Do I know you other than when
fighting?"
She nodded, refusing to look him in the eye. She would crack
if she did; break down and tell him her identity and how much she loved
him and who he was and just everything. She would tell him that the sun
wouldn't rise the next day if he asked her to say that. The intensity of
her emotions scared her and so her gaze was kept at his feet as he asked
her another question.
"How is it that you know who I am when I don't even know that?"
She didn't respond so he placed a hand under her chin, forcing
her eyes to look into his and pleaded silently for her to tell him the truth.
His truth. The truth he had been searching for all his life. A tear slid
down her face. He cupped her cheek and wiped it away with his thumb,
leaving his hand there afterwards. "You do know. You think you don't
because you don't remember some things but the memories are there.
They're just hidden deep inside of you, waiting to be let into the light
again. I only just recently remembered. You have to wait for your heart to tell
your brain you're ready to know."
His face fell. "I am ready," he whispered, letting his hand drop
from her face.
"I know you think you are, but you're not," she said, taking a step
back. It was silly, but she just couldn't regain her composure with him so
close. Shaking her head to clear it of the overwhelming - but wonderful,
she added - smell of roses and musk, she continued. "You aren't ready to
confront your past because you don't want to accept who you are. Like I said,
you know who you are. Your past is something that shapes you. But it's not
_you_."
Tuxedo Kamen sighed. The day was just full of questions for him.
But no real answers were in sight. It didn't seem like Sailor Moon would be
the one to answer them, either. She had just sent him in circles since the
beginning of the conversation. Speaking of which, his original question
was avoided altogether. He repeated it: "Why do I love you?" She wouldn't
look at him again. Which meant answering the question was going to be
a no from her as well. Maybe he could get her to answer another question
that was really bugging him. "Is it possible to love three people at once?"
She could feel her heart cracking into tiny pieces. Her heart was a
fragile teapot that had been praised for its beauty for only a moment
before someone dropped it. It was now in a million tiny pieces. He loved
someone else? Would he chose someone else over her? She just wanted him
to be happy. If that meant he was going to love someone else, she supposed
she'd just have to sweep up the broken teapot as best she could and glue it
back together.
He still expected an answer from her so she choked out an, "I suppose."
She supposed he noticed her depression at the thought that he loved
others. He hastily tried to explain himself, stuttering a little while saying,
"I do love you, just so you know. But there's this princess in my dreams.
And my Usako. It took me three weeks to realize that I love Usako, but
I can't deny it any longer. She knows me. And I know her. My princess
seems to know about my past. I protect you in battles. But out of the
three of you, I know my Usako. She's there all the time. Not just when
I'm asleep or when a youma needs to be destroyed." He threw his hands
in the air in frustration and turned from her. "I don't know what to do!
I feel so torn."
He looked about to continue, but she placed a shaky hand on
his shoulder. He was scared to face her so he chose to not turn towards
her and she didn't make him. She just stood on her tiptoes, her mouth
near his ear and a watery smile on her face, and whispered, "Maybe that
decision won't be so hard to make, Endymion."
Before he could turn around, she had jumped to the rooftops
and was out of his sight.
Endymion? What had possessed her to call him that? He was
probably more confused now than ever. 'Good going, baka,' she berated
herself. She continued to leap from rooftop to rooftop, playing the
conversation again in her head. She smiled. "He loves me!" she shouted for
the world and heavens to hear, though the only one that cared was the moon.
She felt so free and happy. She could barely contain the urge to scream,
"He loves me!" over and over again.
Jumping down from the rooftops, the heroine landed in a crouch,
feeling once more the aftereffects of a battle. Not to mention, a terrible pain
shooting through her stomach area. Wincing, she remembered the wound
she had received that night and hurried off towards her house.
Detransforming before climbing the tree next to her window and
then sneaking into her bedroom, Usagi lay on her bed for quite sometime,
still clutching her stomach. She finally got the strength to once again
move and headed for her bathroom with a needle and thread. Locking
the door behind her, Usagi began to clean her wound, noting the signs
of an infection appearing around it.
It was going to be a long night.
She smiled through the pain, though. "He loves me!" she whispered
to the gash.
He had been so surprised that she had pulled such a smooth disappearing
act that he had just stared at the spot she had occupied for a few minutes.
Remembering her parting words, he asked to the air in front of him, "Why did
she call me Endymion?"
Tuxedo Mask shook his head and headed off towards his own home.
He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't comprehend the joyous scream
of "He loves me!" somewhere behind him.
The End (for now)
Okay, so the title of this fic was from a song by Bowling For Soup. I have
the lyrics in case anyone cared to analyze how they fit together lol.
Here they are:
~Kool-Aid by Bowling For Soup~
I was sitting all by myself just thinking
And know I'm lying awake in bed,
I can't forget about what you said.
I tell myself, "hey man you should know better
You've gotta act like nothings wrong
You've gotta stand up and be strong."
Don't blame me for butting in
These effin walls are closing in
And if everything does not seem cool
It's cause I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.
Everything's fine and I don't know why I do this to myself
I've got this thing with losing my mind
I wish I could tell you all the things I want to say
Somehow I think I will in time
I don't suppose I feel like we are sinking
It's not as bad as yesterday
And you can make everything OK.
If you start to feel like we are nowhere
I'll have the memories of you
and, you can think about me too.
That's about all I have to say besides watch for the third part in a few days!
Dirty Lollipops." Everyone said good things and asked for a sequel
so this is for those who told me my first posted fic rocked!
Thanks for the ego boost!
By the way, since this is a sequel, if you haven't yet read "Gravy
Fries and Dirty Lollipops," you're going to want to do that before
reading this fic. Summary of "Gravy Fries…": Usagi writes
Mamoru a letter telling him what she thinks of him.
Also, I've decided that this is going to be part of a trilogy.
"Gravy Fries…" was the first part, this one is the second
and there is a third part, "Changing Weather Patterns,"
coming in the next couple of days. So if you like this story,
review and I'll definitely get it out faster. : ) : )
Enjoy the story! And REVIEW!
Kool-Aid
by Appearances
He didn't want to believe it at first. But the evidence
was right there in front of his face. So he looked at it and came
to the logical conclusion that upset him more than he thought
anything ever would. She was avoiding him.
Three weeks. That's how long he'd gone without seeing
her. Without calling her Odongo. Without arguing with her.
Without watching her stomp away from him angrily. He wasn't
sure what he was more upset about: the fact that he hadn't seen
her in three weeks ('and two days!' a voice in his mind added)
or that he _was_ so upset about it.
So she had written him a letter, told him she loved him,
and then completely ignored him. So what?
And who did she think she was anyways?! Telling him he
was weak. Telling him he "wallowed in self pity". Telling him he
lived for his past. He did not live to "spite" his past! Take the wanting
to be a doctor aspect of his life. He wanted to become a doctor to
help people. Like those doctors who had taken care of him after his
accident hadn't done. What help had they been? They couldn't tell
him who he was, they couldn't save his parents, they couldn't even
find him a decent place to live!
He sighed. Okay, so he was a little bitter. Could she really
blame him?
'She didn't blame you, you idiot!' the voice shouted at him.
'She said she wanted to help you!'
He glared at the nothingness in front him. He didn't need
her help! He didn't need any help! He was fine. He had been by
himself and taken care of himself since long before she came into
his life. He didn't want her just barging in and changing things
because she thought he was "lonely." Well, he wasn't! He was
perfectly fine and happy by himself. And that's the way things
were going to stay!
Besides, he didn't like Usagi. The mere thought of having a
feeling other than…than…what exactly did he feel towards his
bunny?
His?
Mind spinning with all the unwanted thoughts, Mamoru
stood and walked towards his kitchen for something to eat. The
voice in his head finally decided it was time for drastic measures.
It was time to make the fool realize what that strange feeling coming
from his heart was. The past three weeks, the word hadn't been
brought up in hopes that the fool would realize it on his own, but it
was up to the voice now. So the voice took a deep breath and prepared
for the fool to be brought to his knees with the word: 'Food won't
negate the fact that you love her, baka!'
Mamoru started to tremble. Trembling was good, the voice
decided.
He loved her?
He couldn't love her. He had never loved anyone. Loving
meant being hurt when they left you or decided you weren't good
enough for them.
But it still felt so right to love his Usako.
Usako? Where had that come from?
Usako…err…Usagi was clumsy and stupid and idiotic.
He knew practically nothing about her except her idiocy.
'Oh please,' the voice that Mamoru was seriously beginning
to hate said. 'Don't even try to deny that you know Usagi. Go ahead
and ask yourself what you know about her.'
Okay, fine. What did he know about Usagi?
Plenty.
She never really walked. She more like bounced. She was
always happy, except when talking to him. She loved chocolate and
pretty much any food. Besides carrots. She had the most gorgeous
blue eyes, a shade lighter than the night sky and a few shades darker
than the water of the fountain in the park. Her hair wasn't just blonde;
oh no, it was golden! It shimmered and shined with every turn of her
head and looked as soft as feathers.
He sat down at his kitchen table. He loved her. There was no
mistaking it. He loved her! He could deny it as long as he wanted, but
it didn't matter. The heart wasn't something that was easily
swayed from its path. He might as well just accept it.
So he did.
Well, he knew he loved her, but he still had two questions
left: how did she know he was Tuxedo Kamen and how the hell
did she find out about his Disney movie collection?
It was close to midnight. He had grown extremely depressed
since earlier that day. That morning he had figured out he loved her.
And she was still no where to be found so he could tell her. He sighed
as he sank down into his couch and placed his head in his hands. Did
life just suck for him or was it like this for everyone?
A headache was his answer as he sensed Sailor Moon's
transformation.
Oh yea. Life sucked.
He transformed and was bounding towards the fight within
moments. "Damn youma," he muttered on the way. There he was, in
the middle of extreme depression and they couldn't just leave the city
alone for a couple of hours so he could wallow in self pity?
He arrived at the park - 'Of course, the park,' he thought bitterly,
'since when can the Negaverse come up with something original?' -
and hid in the nearest tree to observe the battle and then leap in to rescue
the day when the time came.
But he was already a little late.
As he settled into the tree, a blast was finishing its path of
destruction, at the end of which was Sailor Moon. She was too far
away for him to push her out of the way in time, but he tried desperately
to make it anyways while throwing as many roses as he could at the
offending youma. "Sailor Moon!" he yelled and watched as she jumped
narrowly out of the way, the blast still ripping the side of her stomach
practically to shreds. She had jumped towards him, causing them both
to roll on the ground for a little. Sailor Moon ended up landing on top
of him, blushing slightly and getting up quickly. He saw the blood
gushing from her wound as she stood and anger grew in him towards
the youma. How dare it hurt his love?
What was he saying?
Hadn't he only that morning found out his feelings towards his
Usako? Then why did he have these feelings for Sailor Moon all of a sudden?
He watched, still on the ground, as she clutched her stomach
with one arm and hurled her tiara towards the youma with the other.
Gathering his wits, he leapt up to the nearest tree, watching as she
conversed briefly with her friends after the youma was destroyed.
Sailor Moon reassured the other senshi that she was fine, before they
all split up to go home.
She might have convinced her friends she was okay, but
Tuxedo Kamen still had his doubts. He began to follow her, silently.
He convinced himself it was to make sure she got home
okay. The traitorous voice argued that it was to find out who she
was and find out if he really loved her.
He chose that moment to start ignoring the hated voice.
She had a tingly feeling in the back of her neck like someone
was watching her. Quickly turning a corner, she ducked into an alley.
A figure in black proceeded past her hiding place slowly, as if looking
for someone. She smiled as she recognized the masked hero.
"Hello, Tuxedo Kamen-sama," Sailor Moon said, startling the
man. He turned to find her leaning against the brick wall in the alley,
both arms clutching her stomach tightly. "Is there something I can help
you with?"
Tuxedo Kamen took a step towards her, resulting in the
heroine taking a few steps deeper into the alleyway. "I just want to make
sure you're okay."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," she said, smiling. "It's one of the perks
of being Sailor Moon. It'll be a mere scar in a couple of hours." He looked
disbelieving but she didn't care to elaborate. She just wanted out of the
situation as quickly as possible. The klutz-turned-superhero had not avoided
the man that was in front of her for three weeks for nothing. 'It was more
than three weeks,' a voice said.
There was silence between them for a minute before she turned
to jump onto the rooftop and away from him. She stopped when she
heard him whisper, "Why do I love you?" She froze - whether in happiness
or fear, she would never figure out - and listened as his footsteps came to
a halt directly behind her. "I don't know anything about you; I don't know
you're favorite color or what you do for fun. I don't know your name!
Why do I love you?" he continued in whispers, his breath touching the
back of her neck lightly and sending shivers down her spine.
"You might not know me," she started, her voice so soft he almost
didn't hear, "but I know you."
"How do you know me?" he asked, touching her shoulder gently
and guiding her in turning towards him. "Do I know you other than when
fighting?"
She nodded, refusing to look him in the eye. She would crack
if she did; break down and tell him her identity and how much she loved
him and who he was and just everything. She would tell him that the sun
wouldn't rise the next day if he asked her to say that. The intensity of
her emotions scared her and so her gaze was kept at his feet as he asked
her another question.
"How is it that you know who I am when I don't even know that?"
She didn't respond so he placed a hand under her chin, forcing
her eyes to look into his and pleaded silently for her to tell him the truth.
His truth. The truth he had been searching for all his life. A tear slid
down her face. He cupped her cheek and wiped it away with his thumb,
leaving his hand there afterwards. "You do know. You think you don't
because you don't remember some things but the memories are there.
They're just hidden deep inside of you, waiting to be let into the light
again. I only just recently remembered. You have to wait for your heart to tell
your brain you're ready to know."
His face fell. "I am ready," he whispered, letting his hand drop
from her face.
"I know you think you are, but you're not," she said, taking a step
back. It was silly, but she just couldn't regain her composure with him so
close. Shaking her head to clear it of the overwhelming - but wonderful,
she added - smell of roses and musk, she continued. "You aren't ready to
confront your past because you don't want to accept who you are. Like I said,
you know who you are. Your past is something that shapes you. But it's not
_you_."
Tuxedo Kamen sighed. The day was just full of questions for him.
But no real answers were in sight. It didn't seem like Sailor Moon would be
the one to answer them, either. She had just sent him in circles since the
beginning of the conversation. Speaking of which, his original question
was avoided altogether. He repeated it: "Why do I love you?" She wouldn't
look at him again. Which meant answering the question was going to be
a no from her as well. Maybe he could get her to answer another question
that was really bugging him. "Is it possible to love three people at once?"
She could feel her heart cracking into tiny pieces. Her heart was a
fragile teapot that had been praised for its beauty for only a moment
before someone dropped it. It was now in a million tiny pieces. He loved
someone else? Would he chose someone else over her? She just wanted him
to be happy. If that meant he was going to love someone else, she supposed
she'd just have to sweep up the broken teapot as best she could and glue it
back together.
He still expected an answer from her so she choked out an, "I suppose."
She supposed he noticed her depression at the thought that he loved
others. He hastily tried to explain himself, stuttering a little while saying,
"I do love you, just so you know. But there's this princess in my dreams.
And my Usako. It took me three weeks to realize that I love Usako, but
I can't deny it any longer. She knows me. And I know her. My princess
seems to know about my past. I protect you in battles. But out of the
three of you, I know my Usako. She's there all the time. Not just when
I'm asleep or when a youma needs to be destroyed." He threw his hands
in the air in frustration and turned from her. "I don't know what to do!
I feel so torn."
He looked about to continue, but she placed a shaky hand on
his shoulder. He was scared to face her so he chose to not turn towards
her and she didn't make him. She just stood on her tiptoes, her mouth
near his ear and a watery smile on her face, and whispered, "Maybe that
decision won't be so hard to make, Endymion."
Before he could turn around, she had jumped to the rooftops
and was out of his sight.
Endymion? What had possessed her to call him that? He was
probably more confused now than ever. 'Good going, baka,' she berated
herself. She continued to leap from rooftop to rooftop, playing the
conversation again in her head. She smiled. "He loves me!" she shouted for
the world and heavens to hear, though the only one that cared was the moon.
She felt so free and happy. She could barely contain the urge to scream,
"He loves me!" over and over again.
Jumping down from the rooftops, the heroine landed in a crouch,
feeling once more the aftereffects of a battle. Not to mention, a terrible pain
shooting through her stomach area. Wincing, she remembered the wound
she had received that night and hurried off towards her house.
Detransforming before climbing the tree next to her window and
then sneaking into her bedroom, Usagi lay on her bed for quite sometime,
still clutching her stomach. She finally got the strength to once again
move and headed for her bathroom with a needle and thread. Locking
the door behind her, Usagi began to clean her wound, noting the signs
of an infection appearing around it.
It was going to be a long night.
She smiled through the pain, though. "He loves me!" she whispered
to the gash.
He had been so surprised that she had pulled such a smooth disappearing
act that he had just stared at the spot she had occupied for a few minutes.
Remembering her parting words, he asked to the air in front of him, "Why did
she call me Endymion?"
Tuxedo Mask shook his head and headed off towards his own home.
He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't comprehend the joyous scream
of "He loves me!" somewhere behind him.
The End (for now)
Okay, so the title of this fic was from a song by Bowling For Soup. I have
the lyrics in case anyone cared to analyze how they fit together lol.
Here they are:
~Kool-Aid by Bowling For Soup~
I was sitting all by myself just thinking
And know I'm lying awake in bed,
I can't forget about what you said.
I tell myself, "hey man you should know better
You've gotta act like nothings wrong
You've gotta stand up and be strong."
Don't blame me for butting in
These effin walls are closing in
And if everything does not seem cool
It's cause I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.
Everything's fine and I don't know why I do this to myself
I've got this thing with losing my mind
I wish I could tell you all the things I want to say
Somehow I think I will in time
I don't suppose I feel like we are sinking
It's not as bad as yesterday
And you can make everything OK.
If you start to feel like we are nowhere
I'll have the memories of you
and, you can think about me too.
That's about all I have to say besides watch for the third part in a few days!