I hope I won't get in trouble for re-posting this. I kind of mixed it up a bit though. The Admin deleted this story.
My disclaimer:
I do not own"You Give Me Something" by James Morrison or How to Rock.
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Anyway… the story:
"You Give the Opposite"
Stevie's POV
It was 7:24AM, according to my watch. I was an hour early, and I was stuck inside the band room. No other room had been opened in the school, and only Gravity 5 had to key to the music room.
My mom had kicked my brothers and me out the door as soon as she got up so that she could 'get ready for a big dinner meeting'. Yeah, right. We all knew that she was just getting ready for her big date with one of her newly found 'boy toys', or whatever it's called. She makes me sick.
I didn't want to disturb any one else in Gravity 5, so I decided to work on a new song I'd been working on for a while now. It was a *gulp* love song for the one and only Zander Robbins. No one knew that I liked him, and it's going to stay that way.
I tuned my bass and set my hands onto an A minor chord to start. (I don't know if that's really the chord)
"You Give Me Something"
You only stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
But now I've gotten in too deep
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away
You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart
You only waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me
And I can say I've never bought you flowers
I can't work out what they mean
I never thought that I'd love someone
That was someone else's dream
You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might call you from my heart
But it might be a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway
You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart
Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart
I sighed, putting away my notebook and bass. He was never going to reta-
My thoughts were interrupted by clapping.
"That's a really good song, Steeves. When'd you write it?"
I gulped, turning around to face the one person I didn't want to hear that song.
"Um… the past few weeks." I said, walking towards the now-open school door. Zander caught my arm as I brushed past him.
"Hey! What's wrong with you? You've been weird lately. Really weird."
I looked down at the floor as I answered him. "My mom's getting on my nerves."
He lifts my chin up. "No reason to be distant with your best friend, right? I mean, it's not like you have feelings for someone like me, right?"
I stare at him, speechless. "How'd that come up?"
This time he looked down, blushing. "Don't know." But then his confidence came back and he took me by my left hand and grabbed his ukelele in his right and steered me to the couch. He plopped me down and got onto one knee, saying, "Now it's my turn to sing a song." His eyes were alight in excitement but I saw a little bit of fear in them too… weird… why would he be scared?
As he sings, I kind of lose focus, because he's staring at me so forcefully.
As he finishes, I stare at him in shock.
"What was that?" I ask, still in shock, but my ability to talk in awkward times hasn't failed me.
"I don't know. I just kind of- um- um- never mind." the boy who'd just sang to me a love song stuttered, moving away and heading to the door.
I feel frantic as I realize my opportunity to reveal my feelings was slowly slipping away. Caught in my moment of hectic feelings, I grab his hand and I pull him down next to me on the couch. We both look down at our hands, and then we look at each other. He slowly moves in- and I do too- until I jump up and I run out of the room through the back door, saying, "I'm sorry. I can't."
As I slide down the wall outside, crying silently, willing Zander to come after me, but at the same time willing him to stay where he is, stuck on the couch.
I get up after a few minutes, feeling sick and like an idiot. I, Stevie Baskara, ran away from a situation I couldn't handle.
I walk towards the front door, cursing at myself under my breath, while students milled around me, giggling and being happy.
"Idiot." I think as I enter my first class.
A/N:
This didn't turn out as well as I thought. I guess I have to go back to writing a rough draft in my notebook…
I know most songfics have happy ends but I decided to do a twist on this one. I have an alternate ending planned out, if you guys want it. Review and if I get enough encouragement I will post it.
I won't be on next week because I'm moving to CA, and I have to unpack when I get there with my dad and mainly I will be unpacking. I probably won't have any internet for the first few weeks, too, because my dad is in the military and has a lot of work to do.
Wow, that was a long A/N.
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~Allysa