A/N: Hey, guys! So, I'm trying something different. This is my first song fic. I really hope it turned out ok. Let me know if it did.
Inspired by Black Jacket. It belongs to Tim McGraw, not me!
Black Jacket
Warren could remember sitting with her on the roof of her house. He would give her his jacket when she got cold. They didn't really talk about anything. They didn't have to. They were perfectly comfortable without words.
As they counted the cars driving by, they never thought things could fall apart so quickly and so terribly. They didn't know what started it. They just knew it happened.
He sees her in town. All over. She rarely sees him, though. Whenever she does, she says, "You doing okay?" He smiles and says, "Yeah, I'm doing all right." But he knows he's not.
Her coat and scarf were still sitting on the desk in his bedroom. Sometimes he picks them up just to get a whiff of her perfume. She had made him a mix tape of the sappy love songs she adores. He never understood what those singers were talking about until she left.
She came to the Paper Lantern one evening while he was on shift. He froze in the doorway to the kitchen when he saw her walk in with her friends. He greedily took in her platinum hair, perfectly fitted jeans, and modest top. She looked wonderful.
He's sure he'll be able to move on. Eventually. But right now, it just hurts too much to think about something like that. He feels a pang in his heart whenever Stronghold and the gang talk about her. They think he doesn't hear. They're wrong. He knows that will stop. He also knows it will take a long time.
He still sees her, at school, of course. They're both seniors, they have the same power development class. She doesn't look at him, though. His heart is slowly knitting itself back together. But every time he sees her, a few of those stitches fall out.
He'll be okay.
Eventually.