This is just a little idea I've had for a few weeks now, so here goes… I listen to a LOT of music and sometimes I'll hear a certain verse/lyric or even an entire song and I'll just think "Omg that is perfect for Carla and Peter." So I thought why don't I write a little something about all these songs/lyrics and maybe create a little mini fic inspired by them?

There won't be a proper update schedule for this, in the sense that I'll probably just post one whenever a new song comes to me (Although I have a load that I can think of the top of my head.) or whenever I feel inspired, so that might be once a week or one every two weeks it'll just depend really.

I also thought it would be cool if any of you readers knew any songs or parts of songs, that you thought would be good for Carter than you could leave a suggestion in review section (that's if you review of course) and if I know the song than great but if I don't know the song then maybe I could give it a listen and then write a little something if I feel inspired by it.

I'll post the title of each song, the artist and the situation when mini-fic is set. So it could be at any time before or after their relationship and I may even make up some of my own situations as well.

So here's one to kick things off. Let me know what you think and if this something I should peruse or nah :)

Part Of The List By Ne-yo

Set: (In the present) Carla receives a letter.

Dear Carla, I know this is a bit old school of me but I've written you a letter and I hope that you will read it to the very end.

So I'll start with those stunning green eyes. The way that when I stared right into them, it was as if I could see right into your soul, it was as if I could understand everything about you, with just one look. I've never seen anyone with eyes that could even resemble yours and the first time I looked into them I knew that I probably never would see such beautiful eyes like that again.

The way you used to pretend that you didn't really give a toss about what you looked like but you'd always give your self the quick once over in the mirror before we'd go out. You'd always smooth down your clothes and touch up your make up, even though you really don't need any of it because you truly are the most beautiful woman in existence.

Your smile. The way that you had a least four different ones and I could always tell how you were feeling by each one. There's that dirty little smirk, the one where your lips are pressed together but the sparkle in your eyes would tell me that you're definitely thinking about something naughty.

The "I'm okay." Smile, The one that you would always put on when you didn't want people to know just how much you were hurting and how it works for almost everyone, well everyone except me because I can see right through that smile, I can see the sadness within it and so whenever I saw that smile on you, it would always be my ultimate mission to get rid of it.

Your ridiculously cheesy smile, that one where you're bearing all your perfect teeth and one that granted, I didn't see as often as the others but it was still my favourite because it was so bright that it could light up New York City after dark and when ever I saw that smile I knew that you were truly happy.

Your preposterously cute laugh.

Oh and also the look on your face when I tell a really bad joke and you're trying desperately not to show me that you're finding it funny.

The way that whenever you're feeling anxious, or worried or sometimes when you're just plain bored that you play with your bracelets. You pull at the charms or move them up and down your arm and I always wonder if you know just how much you actually fiddle with them.

Your thumbnail, the left one and the way that it was always slightly shorter than your others ones because of the way you bite down on it. I don't know if you realise that's another thing that you do when you're feeling agitated about something and I wonder if you know it would drive me crazy every time I saw you do it.

When we would lay on the sofa and listen to music for hours on end and the way that you would take the complete mick out of my music taste but be singing along to the songs I chose without a care in the world, only minutes later.

Those sweet and sometimes sad stories that you would tell me about your childhood. The ones about the few good times you and Rob had and also the ones you would tell about the sad times and how it was okay because I was always able to dry your tears and put that gorgeous smile back on your face within minutes.

The way whenever we were sat next to each other whether it was in the pub, at home, at me Dad's, that you would always have to be touching me, holding my hand or sat with my arms draped around your neck.

How close I would be to your body when we would sit like that and the way I felt so honoured to be seen with you in my arms.

The way you always seemed so happy to be seen with me also, that wherever we were you would smile proudly to yourself when you thought I wasn't looking.

The taste of your lips.

The touch of your lips.

The way you bite your lip when trying hard not to lose all control of any situation.

Basically… everything about your lips if I'm honest.

The sweet smell that would linger behind you after you would leave my side and the way that if I laid with you for long enough your smell would become my smell.

The love and dedication you have for your work and just how good you are at your job.

How you pretend those employees of yours get on your nerves but really you love each and every one of them and how you would never let any of them come to any harm no matter what.

The way you drive… I mean you drive like a mad woman but somehow you always seem to make it out like everyone else on the road is a bad driver and you're just driving normally.

How you always insist that you're this strong ice queen and how I was the only one who was allowed to see you melt.

The way that you pretend that you like to watch such grown up films and TV programs but I know that you secretly used to love raiding Simon's DVD collection whenever you got the chance to.

How hard that you try to connect with Simon and also the image of you two sitting next to each other on the sofa, engrossed in one of those films that you had pretended to not like.

Your beautiful mind.

That beauty spot...that one that no one else can see because it's in a place that you never have on show.

Our play fights and the way you would tell me not to tickle you, when I know you so desperately wanted me to, just so we would have an excuse to get closer to each other again.

The amount of shoes you own and the way Steve and me used to compare you and Michelle's shoe collections.

Your feisty attitude and the way that you can send a chill up my spine with just one look.

Your amazing ability to think of a nickname for someone only minutes after meeting them.

The way that you loved me, kissed me, hugged me and essentially made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

Have you guessed what they are yet?

Those things that I mentioned, they're all part of a list.

Of things that I miss.

I could go on forever, I could write until I'm out of ink but I think this will do… for now anyway. The thing is though I come up with a new thing every single time I let myself think about you, so who knows maybe someday soon you may receive another one of these.

Yours Forever

Peter

xx