Yo! So not much to say other than this is my very first story. More like one-shot but really short, only 322 words but im pretty happy with it for my first ever writen thing. I really couldn't care less whether or not they're flames you give me but im asking you to review. Pllllzzz?! Thanks. Now! On to the crap!
Based off the song go figure by everlife.
Summery: Why when everything is going wrong I feel fine, why do I screw up when i should fly, why do I laugh when I should cry...When I'm with you?
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Allen POV
I walk down the hall of the Dark Order with my happy [but fake] face wondering, 'Why, when everything seems to be going wrong when I see you in the morning everything seems it will be fine?'
'Why do I laugh with you, and only you, when I feel I should cry?'
'Why do I screw up when I'm with you because I get distracted by the gracefulness in which you fight, when I'm just as graceful when I train alone?' And then I realize why.
When everything seems to be going wrong and I feel like I should just give up your always the one who pulls me out of the rut im in and distracts me with all your teasing and insults and it makes me feel,oddly enough, important enough, to be payed attention to by Mr.I've-got-a-ten-foot-poll-up-my-ass.
Sure, I'm always laughing but its never real. I laugh because I want to see people happy. To not worry anybody. But when I laugh around you its that real genuine laughter and even though you look annoyed,pissed,irritated,however you want to describe those emotions you make us see. But I still see that you enjoy our fights no matter how much you try to cover them up.
I screw up because your just that. Your graceful and and I can't help but love the way your body sways with each movement you make.
Even as lovely as those thoughts are I really could have summed it up in a simple three word sentence.
I love you.
Tch. Ironic isn't it? How the one person who could be the sole reason my day turns into a shit-hole just because he called me a moyashi is the one I just said I loved?
Hmm..Go Figure.