I wrote this because I love the song, I love the show, and WE NEED MOR H2H FANFICS!! Come on people! We need our own category!!
Louis tapped on Cleo's bedroom window.
She walked to it and slid it open.
"Hello!" she whispered, kissing him on the lips.
"Ready?" he said, pointing down the block at his car.
"Yeah. I'll be down in a minute. I just need to fix my bed."
By 'fix', she meant stuff towels under the covers so it appeared to be her sleeping form.
She snuck down the stairs and the screen door slammed behind her, but luckily, her parents were hard sleepers, and Kim was at her friends house.
She met up with him at his car and they shared a long sweet kiss.
She got into the passenger seat and untied her ponytail so her hair hung to her shoulders.
He cranked the car and turned on the radio, where a country song from USA was playing.
They listened to the words and were surprised at the coincedence.
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He had one hand on the steerin' wheel another on my heart,
I look around turn the radio down he says 'Baby is somethin' wrong?'
I say 'Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song',
And he said,
'Are song is the slam of screen doors,
Sneakin' out late tapin' on your window,
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date
man I didn't kiss her and I should have,
And when I got home, Lord I said Amen,
askin' God if he could play it again.'
Cleo cast a sidelong glance at Louis, and giggled.
I was walkin' up the front porch steps,
After everything that day,
Had gone all wrong, I'd been trampled on,
And I lost and thrown away.
Got to the hall way,
Well on my way,
To my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said.
The chorus played again as Cleo pu her hand on top of Louis's on the stickshift.
"This song describes everything we've been doing for the last month," she giggled.
"It really does, doesn't it?" he said, smiling at her as the last part came on.
Well I've heard every album listened to the radio,
Waitin' for somethin' to come along,
That was as good as our song.
Cause our song is the slam of screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window,
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow,
Cause it's late and his mama don't know.
Our song is the way he laughs,
The first date,
Man I didn't kiss him and I should have,
And when i got home, for I said Amen,
Askin' God if he, could play it again.
By the end, they were both smiling and laughin madly, then the announcer came on.
"That was 'Our Song' by Taylor Swift," said a male voice.
Cleo reached for a pen out of the glove box and an old napkin out of the cupholder and scrawled down the title and artist as the last line played.
I was ridin' shotgun,
With my hair undone,
In the front seat of his car,
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin,
And I wrote down our song.
By now, they were laughing so hard the Cleo had tears in her eyes and Louis was having breathing problems.
"A coincedence?" Cleo asked, fanning herself to catch her breath.
"Magic!" Louis said, doing spirit fingers and sending Cleo into yet another set of giggles.
A/N: I know, cheesy, right? Oh well, until more H2O fanfics, your stuck with the few obsessed authors. Remember to reveiw, plus I don't own the show, or 'Our Song'. TTFN!!