A/N: Okay, I know how lame this is. I myself don't like song fics, but I
decided to do this anyway. The song is in French, but don't worry, there
are translations and the STORY is in English. Some parts don't make too
much sense (to the story), like the part about being cold. The song is by
Axelle Red, and this is about someone missing their lover, and this is Rory
musing about Jess after he left, and they're not a couple. Ok, enough of me
blabbing. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tous ces gens qui passent autour de moi
Dans la ville
Ces gens qui courent et qui marchent au pas
Ou vont-ils
Est-ce le vent qui les pousse
Vers d'invisibles rêves
Que voient-ils au bout de leur course
Quand le brouillard se lève
It wasn't his fault, it really truly wasn't. It would be easier for everyone if it were though. Everyone wanted it to be Jess's fault. Dean, Babette, Taylor, Lorelai. It would be so much easier if it was the bad- boy's fault. The villain, not the victim. The predator, not the prey. But it hadn't worked out that way, and Rory had tried to tell them. Taylor hadn't given her a chance to speak, Babette was crazy, she HAD told Lorelai a hundred times but she just refused to listen, and Dean…well, maybe she hadn't tried to tell everyone. Maybe Dean didn't need to know. All that Dean needed to know was that Jess was gone, and Rory was happy about it, that she didn't miss him, that she didn't harbor feeling for him…even if that wasn't true.
Reponds moi- je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends
Rory wanted to slam her head against her bedpost. She missed him already. Already! It had only been a couple hours since she figured out he left and she was already up in her room moping about it! She should be doing a happy snoopy-dance, not feeling like this. Jess was gone. Her problems with Dean, all gone. Everything that was wrong in her life was all gone…and she wanted it back. She wanted him back right now. She wanted him here with her. She wanted to talk to him, tell him that she was okay, that she didn't hate him. He would be back. She knew it.
Tous ces gens qui se serrent dans leurs bras
Sur leurs coeurs,
Qui n' savent plus ce que c'est d'avoir froid
D'avoir peur
Est-ce la terre qui retient leurs pas
Ou le ciel qui est trop lourd
Ils marchent à l'écard du hasard
Que savent-ils de l'amour
1 It was time for her to stop pretending. She…sorta thought Jess was okay…Okay, fine! She liked him. She really liked him. She really liked him a lot. More than Dean. More than her mom would approve of. More than the whole stupid town would approve of. More than she herself approved of. More than she had ever felt for anybody else. And she was determined to get him back. He would coma back. She knew it, and she could wait.
Cent fois, sans toi
J'ai cherché ma route
Sans foi ni loi
Seule avec mes doutes
The girl she thought she had been for so many years was now lost. She was no longer 'Rory Gilmore, perfect girl who loves her boyfriend', she now was 'Rory Gilmore, girl who pretends to love her boyfriend, but really likes the boy who she crashed her car with." She was no longer her mother's perfect child, she was her mother.
Je t'attends
Je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends
They didn't know what it was like for them. They couldn't understand, they never would. They would never know what it was like for Rory when she was around Jess. Everything else seemed so pointless. The world just kept rushing by, and they stood still. They were all that mattered. He was all that mattered. And she would find him, in New York…soon.
She missed him, and she could only wait for him so much longer.
Cent fois, sans toi
J'ai cherché ma route
Sans foi ni loi
Seule avec mes doutes
Cent fois, sans toi
Le coeur en déroute
Sans foi ni loi
J'ai perdu ma route
He would be back, she was sure of it. And if not, she would find him. But for now, she would wait.
Je t'attends
Je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends…
Finis
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Okay, I know that stunk. I was bored, and I'm having a MAJOR writers block with my other story "Too Late", so I just decided to do this. It was only a one-hour thing so I could put off my homework for longer. Okay, now comes the translation part for all you bad people who can't speak French. Now, understand, this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, because you can't translate French and English word-for-word, so it looks screwy. The main idea of the song is "I await you." Just TRY to piece together what it says and you SHOULD get the main idea. I don't feel like changing all the words for people to understand.
All these people that pass around me In the city
These people that run and that walk to the step
Or do they go
Is This the wind that the pushes me Towards my invisible dreams
That do they see to the end of their race
When fog raises itself
answer me, I await you, I await you, I await you
All these people that squeeze themselves in their arms,
On their hearts,
That know what it's like to be cold and to fear.
Is This the earth that keeps their steps
Or the sky that is too heavy
Do they know love Hundred times
without you I looked for my road
Without faith or Only law with my doubts
I await you, I await you, I await you, I await you
Hundred times, without you I looked for my road
Without faith or Only law
with my doubts
Hundred times without you
Without faith or law I lost my road
I await you I await you, I await you, I await you…
I know the translations make no sense, but you got the main picture, right…? Lost her way, she will wait, yada yada yada. Okay! Well… Please R/R, flames welcome and expected! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tous ces gens qui passent autour de moi
Dans la ville
Ces gens qui courent et qui marchent au pas
Ou vont-ils
Est-ce le vent qui les pousse
Vers d'invisibles rêves
Que voient-ils au bout de leur course
Quand le brouillard se lève
It wasn't his fault, it really truly wasn't. It would be easier for everyone if it were though. Everyone wanted it to be Jess's fault. Dean, Babette, Taylor, Lorelai. It would be so much easier if it was the bad- boy's fault. The villain, not the victim. The predator, not the prey. But it hadn't worked out that way, and Rory had tried to tell them. Taylor hadn't given her a chance to speak, Babette was crazy, she HAD told Lorelai a hundred times but she just refused to listen, and Dean…well, maybe she hadn't tried to tell everyone. Maybe Dean didn't need to know. All that Dean needed to know was that Jess was gone, and Rory was happy about it, that she didn't miss him, that she didn't harbor feeling for him…even if that wasn't true.
Reponds moi- je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends
Rory wanted to slam her head against her bedpost. She missed him already. Already! It had only been a couple hours since she figured out he left and she was already up in her room moping about it! She should be doing a happy snoopy-dance, not feeling like this. Jess was gone. Her problems with Dean, all gone. Everything that was wrong in her life was all gone…and she wanted it back. She wanted him back right now. She wanted him here with her. She wanted to talk to him, tell him that she was okay, that she didn't hate him. He would be back. She knew it.
Tous ces gens qui se serrent dans leurs bras
Sur leurs coeurs,
Qui n' savent plus ce que c'est d'avoir froid
D'avoir peur
Est-ce la terre qui retient leurs pas
Ou le ciel qui est trop lourd
Ils marchent à l'écard du hasard
Que savent-ils de l'amour
1 It was time for her to stop pretending. She…sorta thought Jess was okay…Okay, fine! She liked him. She really liked him. She really liked him a lot. More than Dean. More than her mom would approve of. More than the whole stupid town would approve of. More than she herself approved of. More than she had ever felt for anybody else. And she was determined to get him back. He would coma back. She knew it, and she could wait.
Cent fois, sans toi
J'ai cherché ma route
Sans foi ni loi
Seule avec mes doutes
The girl she thought she had been for so many years was now lost. She was no longer 'Rory Gilmore, perfect girl who loves her boyfriend', she now was 'Rory Gilmore, girl who pretends to love her boyfriend, but really likes the boy who she crashed her car with." She was no longer her mother's perfect child, she was her mother.
Je t'attends
Je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends
They didn't know what it was like for them. They couldn't understand, they never would. They would never know what it was like for Rory when she was around Jess. Everything else seemed so pointless. The world just kept rushing by, and they stood still. They were all that mattered. He was all that mattered. And she would find him, in New York…soon.
She missed him, and she could only wait for him so much longer.
Cent fois, sans toi
J'ai cherché ma route
Sans foi ni loi
Seule avec mes doutes
Cent fois, sans toi
Le coeur en déroute
Sans foi ni loi
J'ai perdu ma route
He would be back, she was sure of it. And if not, she would find him. But for now, she would wait.
Je t'attends
Je t'attends, je t'attends, je t'attends…
Finis
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Okay, I know that stunk. I was bored, and I'm having a MAJOR writers block with my other story "Too Late", so I just decided to do this. It was only a one-hour thing so I could put off my homework for longer. Okay, now comes the translation part for all you bad people who can't speak French. Now, understand, this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, because you can't translate French and English word-for-word, so it looks screwy. The main idea of the song is "I await you." Just TRY to piece together what it says and you SHOULD get the main idea. I don't feel like changing all the words for people to understand.
All these people that pass around me In the city
These people that run and that walk to the step
Or do they go
Is This the wind that the pushes me Towards my invisible dreams
That do they see to the end of their race
When fog raises itself
answer me, I await you, I await you, I await you
All these people that squeeze themselves in their arms,
On their hearts,
That know what it's like to be cold and to fear.
Is This the earth that keeps their steps
Or the sky that is too heavy
Do they know love Hundred times
without you I looked for my road
Without faith or Only law with my doubts
I await you, I await you, I await you, I await you
Hundred times, without you I looked for my road
Without faith or Only law
with my doubts
Hundred times without you
Without faith or law I lost my road
I await you I await you, I await you, I await you…
I know the translations make no sense, but you got the main picture, right…? Lost her way, she will wait, yada yada yada. Okay! Well… Please R/R, flames welcome and expected! Thanks for reading!