A/N: This is my first fanfic...so please be nice!! I absolutely love LWD and I've read tons of LWD stories and that's inspired me to write my own story! The idea just kinda popped into my head...and I almost kind of have the plot figured out. I would REALLYY appreciate any and all reviews...constructive criticism also appreciated. This is the prologue - it's in songfic form but the whole story won't be that way. I chose the song out of random, BTW...I heard it on the radio and was hooked! Anyway...read, review, and enjoy!! Thank you :)
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD or the song "Best I Ever Had" by State of Shock
PROLOGUE
Now I know I messed up bad
You were the best I ever had
He froze. The kitchen radio stood on the counter. Nora hummed tunelessly as she cheerfully stirred porridge. George was eating a cheese-mushroom omelet while reading the morning paper. Marti sat beside George, puzzling over a crossword. Nobody seemed to hear the song; it was as though the guy who had sung it – whoever he was – had sung it personally for him, to reflect his life.
I let you down in the worst way
It hurts me every single day
He had spent a long time convincing people this song was emo and cheesy. Suddenly, ever lyric stood out to him, emphasizing his desperation, his pain, emphasizing his anger, his grief.
I'm dying to let you know
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
It wasn't that easy. Life was like a video game. No, scratch that. In a video game, you get a chance to start all over again, to go back in time and to redo. In life, you make a mistake and suddenly you're facing the repercussions of your mistake. Nobody ever gives you second chances in life.
Cause when it all comes down to the end
I could sure use a friend
Why was he suddenly relating to this guy? His problem was probably different from the singer's. Why was he unable to settle his unsettling thoughts? He spooned cereal out of his bowl, but it never made its way to his mouth.
So many things I would take back
You were the best I ever had
I don't blame you for hating me
I didn't mean to make you leave
"Smereck, what's a seven-letter-word for poultry?" Marti interrupted his thoughts. He stared at Marti, unable to process a word she'd said to him. Marti frowned, not liking the lack of attention she was receiving from her usually adoring big brother. "Smereck!" she pouted. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded as he continued to stare past her.
"Is everything all right, Derek?" his father asked him. He would have to reply. He didn't want George to suspect anything.
"Everything's just fine, Dad," he replied and continued to survey his cereal.
You and I were living like a love song
I feel so bad, I feel so bad that you're gone
How depressing was this? He could be out playing hockey or hanging out with his friends. He could be at the mall with Lisa or Ashley or any other girl from school. He could be watching TV or bullying Edwin or playing with Lizzie. But he knew, in the end, his mind would go back to pondering, to wishing, to praying. It had to end, he told himself angrily. He couldn't go on like this. He was Derek Venturi, for God's sake.
Now I know you're the only one that I want
I want you back, I want you
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
Cause when it all comes down to the end
I could sure use a friend
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
All I want to do is make it up to you
Cause when it all comes down to the end
You were the best I ever had
This was her special song. "Derek, I love this song, don't you?" she'd asked him. "Are you kidding me?" he had scoffed. "This was probably sung by some random emo guy who had nothing better to do with his life, and who really needed to pay his bills." She had looked into his eyes, his eyes startled, her eyes serious. "I think this is a very meaningful beautiful song," she informed him. "That's your opinion," he retorted. "And I'm entitled to my own opinion." She smiled. "I bet one day, you'll find yourself listening to this song and relating to it and really liking it." Her words had turned to be prophetic. Only he wasn't sure just how much he really liked the song. It was a looming omnipresent screen mirroring reality.
We fell in love for a reason
Had they? Or had it been a spur-of-the-moment thing? Was it even love?
Now you're leaving
Or was he the one leaving her behind?
And I just want you back
Did he really? Or was he too scared?
So many things we believed in
Like integrity. Like dignity. They had their values. Those meant a lot to him.
Now you're leaving and words won't bring you back
I'll never let go of the heart I broke
Or would she? Would she move on and forget but not forgive? Would her world soon be engulfed in a cornucopia of excitement and meeting new people? Would he just be a far-off distant memory, a lingering thought, someone not to care too much about? But hadn't this been what he'd wanted?
You and I were living like a love song
Now I know you're the only one that I want
I want you back, I want you
There was a note of begging in the singer's voice, and Derek resented himself for feeling sympathy for the guy.
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
All I want to do is make it up to you
Cause when it all comes down to the end
I could sure use a friend
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
All I want to do is make it up to you
Cause when it all comes down to the end
You were the best I ever had
I can't believe that I threw away all our dreams
Or was he really giving both of them the opportunity to create newer and better dreams? To chase after real dreams, as opposed to imagining and animating?
I can't believe now that you're gone how much you mean to me
I feel so bad, I feel so bad
You were the best I ever had
I can't believe that I threw away all our dreams
I can't believe now that you're gone how much you mean to me
I feel so bad, I feel so bad
You were,
You were the best I ever had
He unfroze. Never again, he thought irritably, will this happen to me. I've got to move on. It's for the better, and she probably realizes it. I've got to stop thinking about her and become a man. She was a fantasy, an infatuation. My real life begins now. And with that satisfying thought, Derek Venturi left his cereal, dragged himself up the stairs into his room, and began sketching a newer, better life.
So that's it folks...it probably makes little sense...but it will...in time!! Anyway, PLEASE review and tell me if I should continue or not. Please and thank you :)