NOTE: Ok. Let's see...this is yet another songfic from I, StarGlider. This time, the song is "It's Only Love" by The Beatles (they are awesome, by the way...better than any boy band, if you ask me). Anyway, I thought that this song would work with this story (to be honest, it's more like the story is inspired by the song) and there will be another part out soon called "Tell Me What You See". It will be a continuation of this. That's all--enjoy, and REVIEW this, please! (P.S. Thanks Riss for the inspiration =)
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It's Only Love
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James sat before the campfire, holding out a straightened wire hanger with a marshmallow on the end of it. It felt so good to be on vacation, even if it only was for a few days.
The sun was setting slowly and calmly in the distance, making the sky above it go aflame with gorgeous colors. Stars popped up here and there, setting the scene for a beautiful night.
James lost track of the time watching the sunset alone, but soon realized that his marshmallow had caught on fire. Immediately he shook it out, and the charred marshmallow detached from the wire and fell into the fire below it. James shrugged, and, setting down the wire, gave up and watched the sky again. He wondered when Jessie and Meowth would be back.
They had asked James if he had wanted to come to the lake with them, but he had casually refused, saying he'd just assume roast marshmallows by the fire. Jessie had said something about him only thinking about food, then had left with Meowth. The truth was that James had just wanted to be alone so he could think. There was so much on his mind.
Eventually, the colors in the sky died down somewhat as the sun sank lower, and voices became clear through the trees as they entered the clearing.
James looked down from the sky, his thoughts racing. Jessie and Meowth were walking into camp, Jessie in a bikini with a towel around her waist and her hair wet and down, proving to be even longer than it usually looked. James' heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but think, 'She looks so beautiful tonight, like that...'
Jessie and Meowth sat down on the log by James, looking up at the sky as he had been.
"Aw, ain't dat just beautiful?" Meowth remarked.
"MmHmm," James hummed.
Jessie spoke up, sighing. "But this is nothing compared to the view at the lake. James, you'd rather eat marshmallows than see a sunset in it's full glory?! Hmph. It's out vacation, for crying out loud."
James shrugged, finding that he couldn't really speak. He wasn't even looking at the sky now....
Maybe it was just the lighting, but somehow, there was something about Jessie....James couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Well...I've got to go change," Jessie said. "It's late, anyway, so I'll get ready for bed even though we're gonna stay up a while." She stood and made for the tent.
James felt suddenly relieved, heaving a sigh. What was it? He felt He felt like such an idiot around her...even more so that usual.
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~*~I get high when I see you go by
My oh my
When you sigh, my, my inside just flies,
Butterflies
Why am I so shy when I'm beside you?~*~
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Jessie came back, clad in her pajamas, and sat down by Meowth on the log. James wasn't sure wether he was glad she wasn't sitting right by him, or....
"James, what *has* gotten into you?" It was Jessie's voice. "You've been all dreamy the past few days, and especially now!"
"He's probably worried about work or somethin'," Meowth suggested.
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Oh, James, we're all a bit concerned about how much we fail, but unless you stop worrying you'll be too stressed out to do anything! Just take a break!" She shook her head, and her eyes returned their gaze skyward.
James wished that he could talk to her about what was really on his mind, but there was no way he could. Why? He knew what would happen.
Of course it was quite obvious what James was thinking. He loved Jessie--he was infatuated with her, and had been for a while, but why? She was annoyed with him, everything he did. And yet....James thought that everything she did was right, every word she spoke, he clung to it. She was beautiful and perfect. But she couldn't be the one for him, because love is a two way street. He knew that if she was truly for him, she would love him back, right?
And yet, even knowing all this, he couldn't deny it. He loved her.
Wouldn't it be impossible for them to have an intimate relationship? He wished, almost, that he didn't have to love her. Be he did, and he couldn't stop that.
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~*~It's only love, and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all,
But it's so hard loving you~*~
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Watching the stars, the three Team Rocket members continued to sit out by the fire. The summer air hadn't grown too much cooler since it had been a particularly hot day, but it left the night at a comfortable temperature.
However, James didn't feel much like looking at the night sky. He felt more like crying, or curling up in a ball and wishing the world would disappear.
There were wonderful sights to be seen in the world, but the most beautiful of all, he could not have.
"I'm going to bed," James said, starting to stand up.
"What?" Jessie asked, shocked. "Come on! It's only 8:30; don't you want to stay up?"
"Naw, I don't feel like it tonight," he replied solemnly.
Jessie made an annoyed noise. "What is up with you, James? Do you try to get on my nerves? I mean, can't we all just enjoy a nice night together, or do you just have to go off being depressed? Holy cow, we're on vacation so just enjoy yourself! Come on!" She looked at him, her face somewhere between annoyance and confusion.
James wished so much that he didn't have to feel so terrible. Why couldn't he just hold Jessie in his arms, and enjoy the evening with her? She made him feel warm all over, just to look at her. But now, it hurt him so much just to be with her, knowing he couldn't really have her.
"Look—Jess, I'm sorry, but—"
"Whatever, James. Maybe you _should_ go to bed, after all. I know you'd rather sleep than be out here with us. Oh, and while your at it...." She picked up the bag of marshmallows by her and threw them at James. "...maybe you want to eat, too. Wow, what a night you'll have." She huffed, and looked back into the night.
"But, Jessie, I..."
She was ignoring him now.
Sighing, James threw the marshmallows to the ground and walked to the tent. Why couldn't he explain? Maybe because then he'd have to say to Jessie that he loved her, and certainly that would only make her angrier.
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~*~Is it right that you and I should fight
Every night?
Just the sight of you makes nighttime bright
Very bright
Haven't I the right to make it up, girl?~*~
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James crawled into the tent and sat down on his sleeping bag. He eyed his pillow, under which his journal lay hidden, but he didn't even have the heart to write down what he felt right now. Dismissing that idea, he changed into his pajamas and lay down on his sleeping bag (it was too warm to get into it), just thinking. Why was love such a difficult thing? Why had it taken him over like this, controlling him and making him feel this way?
James wished that for just a minute, he could have the right moment and the strength in which to talk to Jessie from his heart, but it was so hard just to talk to her at all now...
James lay there, staring upward, wishing he knew what to do.
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~*~It's only love, and that is all
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all
But it's so hard loving you--loving you~*~
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To be continued...
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So--what did you think? A bit corny, perhaps, but love is, isn't it? Heh. Anyway, please review this...I like to know what you think of my fics. Also be looking out for Part 2 of this fic. It'll be called "Tell Me What You See". E-mail comments to star_glider@juno.com. Thanks for reading!
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It's Only Love
~~*~~*~~*~~
James sat before the campfire, holding out a straightened wire hanger with a marshmallow on the end of it. It felt so good to be on vacation, even if it only was for a few days.
The sun was setting slowly and calmly in the distance, making the sky above it go aflame with gorgeous colors. Stars popped up here and there, setting the scene for a beautiful night.
James lost track of the time watching the sunset alone, but soon realized that his marshmallow had caught on fire. Immediately he shook it out, and the charred marshmallow detached from the wire and fell into the fire below it. James shrugged, and, setting down the wire, gave up and watched the sky again. He wondered when Jessie and Meowth would be back.
They had asked James if he had wanted to come to the lake with them, but he had casually refused, saying he'd just assume roast marshmallows by the fire. Jessie had said something about him only thinking about food, then had left with Meowth. The truth was that James had just wanted to be alone so he could think. There was so much on his mind.
Eventually, the colors in the sky died down somewhat as the sun sank lower, and voices became clear through the trees as they entered the clearing.
James looked down from the sky, his thoughts racing. Jessie and Meowth were walking into camp, Jessie in a bikini with a towel around her waist and her hair wet and down, proving to be even longer than it usually looked. James' heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but think, 'She looks so beautiful tonight, like that...'
Jessie and Meowth sat down on the log by James, looking up at the sky as he had been.
"Aw, ain't dat just beautiful?" Meowth remarked.
"MmHmm," James hummed.
Jessie spoke up, sighing. "But this is nothing compared to the view at the lake. James, you'd rather eat marshmallows than see a sunset in it's full glory?! Hmph. It's out vacation, for crying out loud."
James shrugged, finding that he couldn't really speak. He wasn't even looking at the sky now....
Maybe it was just the lighting, but somehow, there was something about Jessie....James couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Well...I've got to go change," Jessie said. "It's late, anyway, so I'll get ready for bed even though we're gonna stay up a while." She stood and made for the tent.
James felt suddenly relieved, heaving a sigh. What was it? He felt He felt like such an idiot around her...even more so that usual.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
~*~I get high when I see you go by
My oh my
When you sigh, my, my inside just flies,
Butterflies
Why am I so shy when I'm beside you?~*~
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Jessie came back, clad in her pajamas, and sat down by Meowth on the log. James wasn't sure wether he was glad she wasn't sitting right by him, or....
"James, what *has* gotten into you?" It was Jessie's voice. "You've been all dreamy the past few days, and especially now!"
"He's probably worried about work or somethin'," Meowth suggested.
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Oh, James, we're all a bit concerned about how much we fail, but unless you stop worrying you'll be too stressed out to do anything! Just take a break!" She shook her head, and her eyes returned their gaze skyward.
James wished that he could talk to her about what was really on his mind, but there was no way he could. Why? He knew what would happen.
Of course it was quite obvious what James was thinking. He loved Jessie--he was infatuated with her, and had been for a while, but why? She was annoyed with him, everything he did. And yet....James thought that everything she did was right, every word she spoke, he clung to it. She was beautiful and perfect. But she couldn't be the one for him, because love is a two way street. He knew that if she was truly for him, she would love him back, right?
And yet, even knowing all this, he couldn't deny it. He loved her.
Wouldn't it be impossible for them to have an intimate relationship? He wished, almost, that he didn't have to love her. Be he did, and he couldn't stop that.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
~*~It's only love, and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all,
But it's so hard loving you~*~
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Watching the stars, the three Team Rocket members continued to sit out by the fire. The summer air hadn't grown too much cooler since it had been a particularly hot day, but it left the night at a comfortable temperature.
However, James didn't feel much like looking at the night sky. He felt more like crying, or curling up in a ball and wishing the world would disappear.
There were wonderful sights to be seen in the world, but the most beautiful of all, he could not have.
"I'm going to bed," James said, starting to stand up.
"What?" Jessie asked, shocked. "Come on! It's only 8:30; don't you want to stay up?"
"Naw, I don't feel like it tonight," he replied solemnly.
Jessie made an annoyed noise. "What is up with you, James? Do you try to get on my nerves? I mean, can't we all just enjoy a nice night together, or do you just have to go off being depressed? Holy cow, we're on vacation so just enjoy yourself! Come on!" She looked at him, her face somewhere between annoyance and confusion.
James wished so much that he didn't have to feel so terrible. Why couldn't he just hold Jessie in his arms, and enjoy the evening with her? She made him feel warm all over, just to look at her. But now, it hurt him so much just to be with her, knowing he couldn't really have her.
"Look—Jess, I'm sorry, but—"
"Whatever, James. Maybe you _should_ go to bed, after all. I know you'd rather sleep than be out here with us. Oh, and while your at it...." She picked up the bag of marshmallows by her and threw them at James. "...maybe you want to eat, too. Wow, what a night you'll have." She huffed, and looked back into the night.
"But, Jessie, I..."
She was ignoring him now.
Sighing, James threw the marshmallows to the ground and walked to the tent. Why couldn't he explain? Maybe because then he'd have to say to Jessie that he loved her, and certainly that would only make her angrier.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
~*~Is it right that you and I should fight
Every night?
Just the sight of you makes nighttime bright
Very bright
Haven't I the right to make it up, girl?~*~
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
James crawled into the tent and sat down on his sleeping bag. He eyed his pillow, under which his journal lay hidden, but he didn't even have the heart to write down what he felt right now. Dismissing that idea, he changed into his pajamas and lay down on his sleeping bag (it was too warm to get into it), just thinking. Why was love such a difficult thing? Why had it taken him over like this, controlling him and making him feel this way?
James wished that for just a minute, he could have the right moment and the strength in which to talk to Jessie from his heart, but it was so hard just to talk to her at all now...
James lay there, staring upward, wishing he knew what to do.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
~*~It's only love, and that is all
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all
But it's so hard loving you--loving you~*~
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~~~
To be continued...
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So--what did you think? A bit corny, perhaps, but love is, isn't it? Heh. Anyway, please review this...I like to know what you think of my fics. Also be looking out for Part 2 of this fic. It'll be called "Tell Me What You See". E-mail comments to star_glider@juno.com. Thanks for reading!
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