Memily: The Songfic Collection
AN: These are a collection of stories that I wrote about Mike and Emily that include song lyrics. If you have any songfic requests, don't be afraid to ask. Anyways, enough of my yakking and blabbing; also, I don't own Power Rangers Samurai or Power Rangers Super Samurai.
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Good to You
Mike's POV:
I can't stop thinking about her. Every time Emily and I are partnered up for training, I'm so distracted by her beauty that I get knocked down easily. What's the use? She wouldn't for a guy like me. She probably likes Jayden or Kevin because they're the most serious or Antonio for his swag. Me? I'm just a lazy slacker and rebel with a thing for video games. Every time I try to ask her out, she makes up an excuse and runs off. What's wrong with me? I think she sees me as a friend. If we started going out, then I would be good to her, no matter what.
Everyone's around, no words are coming out.
And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound.
And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up.
And I'm not prepared; sorry is never there when you need it.
And I do want you know I hold you up above everyone.
And I do want you know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you.
I would.
Emily's POV:
I can't stop thinking about him. Every time he smiles at me, my knees turn into jelly and my stomach does backflips more than Kimberley Hart* does on the balancing beam. Oh, what's the use? He probably just sees me as a friend. What guy would go for klutzy girl who has a bad habit of bringing herself down and is only the team as a temporary replacement for her older sister? Whenever he wants to talk, I get so nervous that I make up an excuse and run away. Damn, I'm such a coward! Why can't just tell him how I feel and get it over with?
Thought I saw a sign, somewhere between the lines.
Maybe it's me, maybe I only see, what I want.
But I still have your letter, just got caught between
Someone I just invented, and who I really am and who I've become.
**Mike and Emily's POV:
Why can't I just tell her I like her and move on? This is no use. I'm such a pollo frito***! I'll never gonna be able tell her! I wish I could just tell him. Maybe I can… no wait. I can't. He'll just laugh at me and walk away. Why does this have to be complicated?
And I do want you know I hold you up above everyone.
And I do want you know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you.
Woahh
I would.
You know what? I'm going to go up to Emily, tell her I like her and walk away. If I chicken out, then I can just tell her privately in the woods by our dojo. I'll just go up to Mike, tell him I like him, and walk away. If that doesn't work, then I'm a failure!
****Dark Angel's POV:
So after a lot of thinking, Mike and Emily both went to go look for each other. Being so concentrated in searching, they don't know where they're going and crash into each other. "Oh my God; I didn't see you there!" they both say in unison. "Sorry Em. I actually wanted to tell you something." This made Emily nervous. "I wanted to tell you something, too." "Really? What is it?" Mike's insides started to jump. "Well, I want to hear what you wanted to tell me." Emily looks in to his cute, green eyes. "I think I should hear what you wanted to tell me first." Mike countered. "You know what? Let's just say what we want to say on the count of three. Is that ok?" Mike nodded at the idea. "Ok… one." Mike started. "Two…" Emily continued. "Three… I like you!" They yelled at the same time, and then covered their mouths. After hearing what they both said, they looked the other way. "Wow, this is awkward…." Mike smiles while running his hand through his hair. "Can we go outside to talk about it?" Emily asks her crush. "Sure." They both walk outside and sit on the bench by the training grounds.
"Emily, whenever I see you, I keep thinking about that I would never be good for you, and then I thought about that song by Mariana's Trench called Good to You." "Mike, that's what I did when I thought about you." "What do you say we sing the last chorus into the night?" Mike suggested. "Sure…" Emily had a pretty good voice, even if no one has heard her sing before, but she was nervous. "Would anyone hear us?" Emily looked at Mike, concern was shown on her face. "Maybe… but if you don't want to sing, then that's fine." "No, no. I do want to sing, but I'm just nervous." "No worries. Just follow me."
And I do want you know I hold you up above everyone.
Once Emily felt more confident, she sang along with Mike.
And I do want you know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you.
I'd be good to you,
I'd be good to you,
I'd be so good to you
I'd be good to you…
Woahh (x5)
So good to you…
Once they were finished belting out the last chorus, they face each other and Mike leans in to kiss Emily. They're lips met and sparks flew. Emily wraps her arms around Mike's neck. They soon let go for some air. "Wow…" Emily starts to blush. At least they were both happy and free from that weight on their shoulders.
THE END… For Now
AN: This is the first of possibly many songfics about Memily. It's mostly about their romance, but it can be about their friendship. Please review and I will update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.
*Kimberley Hart is the first Pink Ranger from Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (if you didn't know that)
** If it says Mike and Emily's POV, it means they're both narrating. Mike is in Bold while Emily is in Bold Italics.
*** Pollo Frito means Fried Chicken in Spanish. :P
**** If it says Dark Angel's POV, it's my point of view and I'm narrating.
Hope those stars help!