So, my friend's birthday is in a month and she wants me to write her things. I decided to write a one-shot story for every (English) song on my iPod. I need to know if this is a good idea/if these are any good. So, please review.
About A Girl – The Academy Is
One song about a girl
Can't breathe when I'm around her…
His teal eyes followed her as she swept across the dance floor, mesmerized by the rapid, graceful turns her body made, the way the simple dress accentuated her body, her plump lips that were glossed with the palest of pink lip-gloss; the kind to which he knew tasted faintly of strawberry, the way her chocolate eyes shone as her partner twirled her around…
I'll wait here everyday
In case she scratch the surface
She'll never notice…
He vainly hoped that she would turn towards him, even if her eyes were to just momentarily glance his way, but it was never to be, she was focused solely on the man in front of her. He slammed his drink down angrily. The warm froth spilled onto the table and his own dance partner jumped slightly in alarm…
I'm not in love
This is not my heart
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl…
He glared in her direction, as if she had cast some spell onto him, on which would cause him to feel these undesired feelings. He hardly noticed nor did he care when a foreign man came and offered his partner to dance. He sat seething, anger coursing so hard in his veins, that when she came towards him, tugging on her partner's hand and grinning broadly at him that he wished nothing but ill onto her. He turned from her and walked away promptly, leaving her with angry tears streaming down her otherwise unmarred face, screaming obscenities at his retreating form…
Last night I knew what to say
But you weren't there to hear it…
As soon as he had said the words, he wished to take them back, but anger and pride refused these thoughts and instead he was left red-eyed, laying on his bed, curtains drawn around him as he stared unseeingly at the ceiling of his dorm cursing her name angrily….
These lines so well rehearsed
Tongue tied and overloaded
You'll never notice…
As the days passed, he continuously tried to apologize but no matter how many times he thought over his words, they were jumbled as they were about to leave his tongue. She never noticed the furtive looks given to her behind the back of their other friend, the one who was continuously trying to get them to speak to each other again…
I'm not in love
This is not my heart
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl…
Her angry looks and clipped snide comments kept the fire in his veins roaring, as neither side refused to back down from the fight. He refused the apologetic words to grace his tongue, denying himself the feelings that had swarmed around and around his head since the ball. No, he refused that they existed, burying them so deep into his subconscious that they only appeared in his dreams, and even then, as soon as he woke or in the classroom to which his dreams were frequently discussed as per grade requirement, he denied them…
I'm not in love…
The fight eventually blew over, as they worked together to ensure the safety of their friend to which everything else paled, but still he denied the words. When his friend himself caved into feelings for his only sister, he refused his own, focusing instead on other girls much to the exasperation of others around him…
This is not your song…
Angry at her past relations, he masked the feelings for her with another girl, kissing his girlfriend in front of her in a fruitless attempt to deny them. The girl watched him, her heart breaking and anger leaking out the cracks…
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl…
She refused to acknowledge his girlfriend, or him for that matter. She saw her with other men and prolonged telling him, vindictively caring not for him. Words so few spoken between each other were of anger. Personal comments were made, but never did she tell him of the others that shared his girlfriend. She was not to waste her precious words talking about a vain, conceited, sorry excuse of a girl…
To be loved, to be loved
What more could you ask for?
To be loved, to be loved
Everyone wants to be loved…
These words were whispered in her mind as she tried to sleep at night, alone in her bedroom at her parents' house, in the middle of the holidays. She tried not to, but thoughts of him flipped through her mind at unwarranted times, often catching her off guard and leaving her in unshed tears. Why didn't he love her anymore?
To be loved
What more could you ask for?
To be loved, to be loved
Everyone…
He tried not to think of her, the few weeks he had of not seeing her, but his dreams betrayed him, and he found himself chasing after her retreating form every night. How he pined for her, barely thinking of his own girlfriend, wishing that the true girl of his dreams would return his affections…
I'm not in love
This is not my heart
I'm not gonna waste these words…
She was speaking to him again. Seeing him pale and sweaty, laying motionless on the crisp, white sheets of the hospital wing had brought them both to their senses. He stayed for a while, the motherly, over-protective matron of the hospital wing refused him leave. He passed the days talking to her and his other friends, or trying in vain to ward off his own girlfriend, pretending to sleep whenever she were to appear…
I'm not in love
This is not my heart
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl…
How he wished he could tell her that it was over, that he cared not for her. Alas, the words refused to move past his lips, and so he resorted to hiding behind friends and statues or anything that proved a cover whenever a girl in general past. His friends, especially his love, although amused to great ends about his misfortune, urged him to end his relations with her…
I'm not in love
This is not your song
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl
He didn't need to tell her, when the girl saw him with another, again and again, she understood. Tearfully, with anger and spite lacing her every word, she ended them. To say he was relieved was to be an under-statement, he did not even have to tell her. She understood perfectly they were not to be.
Years later, after battle, after death, after the constant threat of never seeing each him again, Hermione, the girl classified as the smartest witch in her generation, finally understood the biggest mystery placed right under her nose for seven years. Ron did not need to waste the words on a girl, for she understood his silences and broke past their denials. After that, Ron's whole life became about a girl…