WOW! I actually wrote another fanfic! Kinda. Bwah. Now I can say I have *2* whole fanfictions on here, and not just my crappy poem/song things. Anyhoo, this damn song has been stuck in my head all day, so I had to do something with it. Most of the lines fit. Well, not really, But I hafta leave the lyrics here because it was my inspiration. It was never intended to be this angsty, but hey, what am I gonna do? Btw, its Sirius' point of view. I'll shut up now and let you read.
Disclaimer: Wait,one more thing. All HP characters are property of JK Rowling. And this song,called "Friends in Low Places" is by Garth Brooks. Ok, *now* I'll shut up.
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Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
and ruined your black tie affair
the last one to know
the last one to show
I was the last one you thought youd see there
and I the suprise
and the fear in his eyes
as I took his glass of champagne
and I toasted you
said 'Honey we may be through,
but youll never hear me complain...'
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Lily and James. I knew it was coming. I've known it since the beginning.. But its still hard for me. The harsh reality of this is crushing me. She looks so beautiful in that dress,with her red hair cascading to her shoulders. I am happy for them. Yet I wish she were still mine. The short time we spent together was incredible. Everyone calls me a woman chaser--the "King of One Night Stands". But thats only because of her. I'm wasnt angry, or sad. Just confused. I dont really blame her. I love her too much for that. When she told me she couldnt stay with me, because she was in love with my best friend....I never showed how much it hurt. I just took a new girl every week to show I was still my joyous womanizing self. I couldnt stay with one girl, it reminded me too much of her. Hell,everything reminded me of her. Sometimes at night I could still smell her, taste her, feel her lips against mine. But it was all a fantasy. But now, I realize that I cant get her back...shes gone from me forever. Of course all through the wedding I made smart comments and rolled my eyes at all the appropriate times, but on the inside, I was bawling my eyes out. I shouldnt have done it- but I brought up the brief time we were together during my toast. The urge to fall to my knees and beg for her back during my speech was overwhelming, but I held. Not only did I hold against the urges, the sadness, the ache, but I held onto her. And what a wonderful relationship we had. And when I think about it,thats all that really matters.
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REVIEW! Please? :(
Disclaimer: Wait,one more thing. All HP characters are property of JK Rowling. And this song,called "Friends in Low Places" is by Garth Brooks. Ok, *now* I'll shut up.
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Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
and ruined your black tie affair
the last one to know
the last one to show
I was the last one you thought youd see there
and I the suprise
and the fear in his eyes
as I took his glass of champagne
and I toasted you
said 'Honey we may be through,
but youll never hear me complain...'
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Lily and James. I knew it was coming. I've known it since the beginning.. But its still hard for me. The harsh reality of this is crushing me. She looks so beautiful in that dress,with her red hair cascading to her shoulders. I am happy for them. Yet I wish she were still mine. The short time we spent together was incredible. Everyone calls me a woman chaser--the "King of One Night Stands". But thats only because of her. I'm wasnt angry, or sad. Just confused. I dont really blame her. I love her too much for that. When she told me she couldnt stay with me, because she was in love with my best friend....I never showed how much it hurt. I just took a new girl every week to show I was still my joyous womanizing self. I couldnt stay with one girl, it reminded me too much of her. Hell,everything reminded me of her. Sometimes at night I could still smell her, taste her, feel her lips against mine. But it was all a fantasy. But now, I realize that I cant get her back...shes gone from me forever. Of course all through the wedding I made smart comments and rolled my eyes at all the appropriate times, but on the inside, I was bawling my eyes out. I shouldnt have done it- but I brought up the brief time we were together during my toast. The urge to fall to my knees and beg for her back during my speech was overwhelming, but I held. Not only did I hold against the urges, the sadness, the ache, but I held onto her. And what a wonderful relationship we had. And when I think about it,thats all that really matters.
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REVIEW! Please? :(
