Wasting my time
Author's Note: The song belongs to a group named Default. The song is entitled "Wasting my time." It's a cool Cd, so check it out. When I first heard this song, I knew exactly how I was going to use it in my next fic. So here's the story, I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters not mine; song doesn't belong to me either. Just read the thing already.
I don't want to see you waiting,
I've already gone too far away.
I still can't keep the day from ending,
No more messed up reasons for me to stay
Logan was riding the Harley bike that he stole from Scott, after he left the mansion. He loved the bike, and everyone at the mansion knew that he would return the bike unscathed. On the other hand he wasn't too sure about that. He rode the bike dressed up in an all black tuxedo, with the white collared shirt that displayed his black bow quite nicely.
He wasn't one for suits and ties, so he unsheathed one single metal claw, and he sliced the bow in half. Tears gathered in his eyes, dried too soon by the rush of the wind. He wanted the tears to stay, so that he would know that his pain was real.
1 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
He knew that he was running away again. He had no choice. Things were going great, but he just had to rush things. Maybe if he'd waited then he wouldn't be crying these tears now. He hated that he waited so late to make his decision to leave. He planned to stay away, because he really doubted the fact that he could ever return. Return to what? Scorn, hate, sheer loneness. No he wouldn't be able to go back, not this time.
2 I'm wasting my time,
3 I'm wasting my time
4 You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just make the call,
And take it all again
Oh again.
He hated that he left without so much as a word, but he left a note to the one person that it would matter to most. He had to say goodbye, and deep in his heart he knew the truth. He knew that he was a coward. He was never afraid of anything in his life, but here he was running away again. Whenever something scares him, he runs away like a coward. He should be strong, but he keeps worrying what his friends would say. What would Jean say? Truth be told, he still wondered about what she thought. Did he still love her in some way? No he had decided a long time ago that he didn't, but what she thought of him still affected him in some way. What about the others? What did they think, especially her. What did she think? Hot tears continued pouring from his eyes, and he could feel his heart literally breaking.
Months went by with us pretending,
When did our light turn from green to red
I took a chance and left you standing
Lost the will to do this once again.
He had to turn around. He couldn't leave her like that. He couldn't stand to hurt her, anymore than he could stand to hurt himself. It was like a piece of himself was missing, and knowing that with every growing day he would become lost within himself, if she wasn't a part of his life. It's common to make mistakes, but he was determined not to make the biggest mistake of his life. So he turned the Harley around, and went back in the direction that he'd just come from. He turned around to go back home, to his life and to his love.
5 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
He hated feeling like this, so unsure. Unsure of what the future had in store. It would be a gamble to turn back now, but the doubts were trying to settle back into his mind. He wanted to leave, but he had already turned around to a destiny that still had to be fulfilled. Yeah going back was going to be a gamble, but this was a gamble that he was going to win. So he promised himself that there would be no more running away.
6 I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just make the call
And take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Oh again.
He was wasting time, the thing started hours ago. He was late, and he didn't want everyone to leave yet. Not until. He pressed on the handlebars, and he headed toward the uncertainty. He would be a coward no longer; he was determined to be a man. There's no more time to waste. Time waits for no man. Home is just around the corner. He sees the mansion, which is caked with decorations and flowers. He's finally made it home.
I see you waiting,
Look so lonely
I see you waiting
I see you waiting…
There she is, as beautiful as a summer day. She's all dressed in white, with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. God, I always thought she was beautiful, and she's waiting for me. Why me? I don't deserve somebody so pure and lovely. I've done things that I should be ashamed of, like think about Jean on our wedding day. She deserves better, someone much better than me. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't even noticed that she was now looking at me. Her eyes so blue, were masked in tears of pain. I was the cause of that. Me. I hated myself right then and there. I hated what I had become, which was a coward. Which is what I am, and it took Jubilee to make me realize that.
7 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I took a look into my lover's eyes, and I could see that there was an understanding in them. So I jumped back on my bike, and started the engine. I will always love her, but I will always be a coward as well. I will always be afraid to feel the love that she wanted to give to me. I would always be the one thing that she said that I'd never be. I proved her wrong, because I am afraid. I finally found the one thing in this world that can truly frighten me.
8 I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just take the call and
Take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Oh again.
As I rode away again, I heard her soft cries. They were like daggers to my ears. Breaking the promise, I left without even looking back. As I left I heard her voice, and she said the one thing that I needed to hear. The one thing that I would carry to my grave.
"But I love you."
Still I rode away. Not as a man, but as a coward.
Author's Note: The song belongs to a group named Default. The song is entitled "Wasting my time." It's a cool Cd, so check it out. When I first heard this song, I knew exactly how I was going to use it in my next fic. So here's the story, I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters not mine; song doesn't belong to me either. Just read the thing already.
I don't want to see you waiting,
I've already gone too far away.
I still can't keep the day from ending,
No more messed up reasons for me to stay
Logan was riding the Harley bike that he stole from Scott, after he left the mansion. He loved the bike, and everyone at the mansion knew that he would return the bike unscathed. On the other hand he wasn't too sure about that. He rode the bike dressed up in an all black tuxedo, with the white collared shirt that displayed his black bow quite nicely.
He wasn't one for suits and ties, so he unsheathed one single metal claw, and he sliced the bow in half. Tears gathered in his eyes, dried too soon by the rush of the wind. He wanted the tears to stay, so that he would know that his pain was real.
1 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
He knew that he was running away again. He had no choice. Things were going great, but he just had to rush things. Maybe if he'd waited then he wouldn't be crying these tears now. He hated that he waited so late to make his decision to leave. He planned to stay away, because he really doubted the fact that he could ever return. Return to what? Scorn, hate, sheer loneness. No he wouldn't be able to go back, not this time.
2 I'm wasting my time,
3 I'm wasting my time
4 You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just make the call,
And take it all again
Oh again.
He hated that he left without so much as a word, but he left a note to the one person that it would matter to most. He had to say goodbye, and deep in his heart he knew the truth. He knew that he was a coward. He was never afraid of anything in his life, but here he was running away again. Whenever something scares him, he runs away like a coward. He should be strong, but he keeps worrying what his friends would say. What would Jean say? Truth be told, he still wondered about what she thought. Did he still love her in some way? No he had decided a long time ago that he didn't, but what she thought of him still affected him in some way. What about the others? What did they think, especially her. What did she think? Hot tears continued pouring from his eyes, and he could feel his heart literally breaking.
Months went by with us pretending,
When did our light turn from green to red
I took a chance and left you standing
Lost the will to do this once again.
He had to turn around. He couldn't leave her like that. He couldn't stand to hurt her, anymore than he could stand to hurt himself. It was like a piece of himself was missing, and knowing that with every growing day he would become lost within himself, if she wasn't a part of his life. It's common to make mistakes, but he was determined not to make the biggest mistake of his life. So he turned the Harley around, and went back in the direction that he'd just come from. He turned around to go back home, to his life and to his love.
5 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
He hated feeling like this, so unsure. Unsure of what the future had in store. It would be a gamble to turn back now, but the doubts were trying to settle back into his mind. He wanted to leave, but he had already turned around to a destiny that still had to be fulfilled. Yeah going back was going to be a gamble, but this was a gamble that he was going to win. So he promised himself that there would be no more running away.
6 I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just make the call
And take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Oh again.
He was wasting time, the thing started hours ago. He was late, and he didn't want everyone to leave yet. Not until. He pressed on the handlebars, and he headed toward the uncertainty. He would be a coward no longer; he was determined to be a man. There's no more time to waste. Time waits for no man. Home is just around the corner. He sees the mansion, which is caked with decorations and flowers. He's finally made it home.
I see you waiting,
Look so lonely
I see you waiting
I see you waiting…
There she is, as beautiful as a summer day. She's all dressed in white, with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. God, I always thought she was beautiful, and she's waiting for me. Why me? I don't deserve somebody so pure and lovely. I've done things that I should be ashamed of, like think about Jean on our wedding day. She deserves better, someone much better than me. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't even noticed that she was now looking at me. Her eyes so blue, were masked in tears of pain. I was the cause of that. Me. I hated myself right then and there. I hated what I had become, which was a coward. Which is what I am, and it took Jubilee to make me realize that.
7 Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I took a look into my lover's eyes, and I could see that there was an understanding in them. So I jumped back on my bike, and started the engine. I will always love her, but I will always be a coward as well. I will always be afraid to feel the love that she wanted to give to me. I would always be the one thing that she said that I'd never be. I proved her wrong, because I am afraid. I finally found the one thing in this world that can truly frighten me.
8 I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't drop the feeling
There is no reason
Just take the call and
Take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Oh again.
As I rode away again, I heard her soft cries. They were like daggers to my ears. Breaking the promise, I left without even looking back. As I left I heard her voice, and she said the one thing that I needed to hear. The one thing that I would carry to my grave.
"But I love you."
Still I rode away. Not as a man, but as a coward.