Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Mediator Series. They are the
work of the Queen of all Meg Cabot. Neither do I own the song 24/7. It belongs to
the wonderful Lilix.
I have to be the biggest loser in the world. I am probably the only teenage girl with nothing to do on a Saturday night but sit at home alone. Alone being the operative word here. Against my will feel my eyes drift over to the empty windowsill. Disgusted with myself I pick up a magazine and begin to flip though it, my mind wandering. . .
I wait for you, hoping the day will come
I wait a few though it feels just like forever
Even though I don't want to, I can't hep wondering where he is right now. Where does he go when he's not here? It's something I wonder about constantly because, though I'd never admit it out loud, I kind of miss him sitting in the window reading something like, say Animal Farm, and discussing it's analogy to the Soviet Union with me even when I'm not listening, when he's not here.
And my time was spent all on that wishing that you were here
It seems likes hes always gone for so long.
And I hope someday, forever wont seem so far away
Sometimes I'm almost positive that he's here. That when he leaves he doesn't really leave at all. Sometimes I swear I can still feel him in the room. He's invisible but I still know he's there. It makes me angry and happy all at once. It's like he's watching over, looking after me. But at the same time it feels like all he wants to do is hide from me.
Sometimes I feel that you're not so far away
This might be true, delusions hide my sight
And I know that vision isn't everything
And that hurts.
And I hope someday forever wont be so far away
I'm always careful not to think his name when I'm thinking about him or he might just show up thinking I've called him. That would be too embarrassing, trying to explain myself to him. What would he think if he knew I was thinking about him like some over-obsessed pre-teen girl giggling over her favorite pop star? Knowing him he'd probably laugh at me. Just my luck that not only is my bedroom haunted by a too hot 19th century ghost but said ghost also happens to have very little regard for my feelings. If only Jesse could be a little bit more sensitive. And if only her were here so that I wouldn't be so completely alone!
Wait. Did I just call him?
Is there something here?
Will I feel it in the air?
Don't know the feeling so please give me a sign
Could he have possibly heard me and be on his way over here right now? Could he possibly be here already? Ghost can travel pretty fast. . .
I don't know you don't care
Tell me if something's there
Be here for real or just get out of my mind
"Susannah?"
Oh now I see you right in front of me
"Yes?"
My thoughts were locked and I know you had the key
"Did you call me?"
"No."
"Are you sure?
Paralyzed again, the moments come and gone
"Yes."
"Okay."
Now I'm here alone, watching you walk on
He disappears and I let out a relieved breath. Relieved? Then why do I feel so disappointed.
24/7, I wait
24/7, For you
24/7, I know
24/7, You'll be there
Authors Note: Please, please, please review. And be gentle, I break easily
I have to be the biggest loser in the world. I am probably the only teenage girl with nothing to do on a Saturday night but sit at home alone. Alone being the operative word here. Against my will feel my eyes drift over to the empty windowsill. Disgusted with myself I pick up a magazine and begin to flip though it, my mind wandering. . .
I wait for you, hoping the day will come
I wait a few though it feels just like forever
Even though I don't want to, I can't hep wondering where he is right now. Where does he go when he's not here? It's something I wonder about constantly because, though I'd never admit it out loud, I kind of miss him sitting in the window reading something like, say Animal Farm, and discussing it's analogy to the Soviet Union with me even when I'm not listening, when he's not here.
And my time was spent all on that wishing that you were here
It seems likes hes always gone for so long.
And I hope someday, forever wont seem so far away
Sometimes I'm almost positive that he's here. That when he leaves he doesn't really leave at all. Sometimes I swear I can still feel him in the room. He's invisible but I still know he's there. It makes me angry and happy all at once. It's like he's watching over, looking after me. But at the same time it feels like all he wants to do is hide from me.
Sometimes I feel that you're not so far away
This might be true, delusions hide my sight
And I know that vision isn't everything
And that hurts.
And I hope someday forever wont be so far away
I'm always careful not to think his name when I'm thinking about him or he might just show up thinking I've called him. That would be too embarrassing, trying to explain myself to him. What would he think if he knew I was thinking about him like some over-obsessed pre-teen girl giggling over her favorite pop star? Knowing him he'd probably laugh at me. Just my luck that not only is my bedroom haunted by a too hot 19th century ghost but said ghost also happens to have very little regard for my feelings. If only Jesse could be a little bit more sensitive. And if only her were here so that I wouldn't be so completely alone!
Wait. Did I just call him?
Is there something here?
Will I feel it in the air?
Don't know the feeling so please give me a sign
Could he have possibly heard me and be on his way over here right now? Could he possibly be here already? Ghost can travel pretty fast. . .
I don't know you don't care
Tell me if something's there
Be here for real or just get out of my mind
"Susannah?"
Oh now I see you right in front of me
"Yes?"
My thoughts were locked and I know you had the key
"Did you call me?"
"No."
"Are you sure?
Paralyzed again, the moments come and gone
"Yes."
"Okay."
Now I'm here alone, watching you walk on
He disappears and I let out a relieved breath. Relieved? Then why do I feel so disappointed.
24/7, I wait
24/7, For you
24/7, I know
24/7, You'll be there
Authors Note: Please, please, please review. And be gentle, I break easily