Sara lay in her bed grinning again. The small guest room she was borrowing from Greg while her apartment complex was being remodeled lay right between his bathroom and kitchen. She laughed as over the shower water stopped she could hear Greg's voice singing.
Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippy
In Alabama she'd swing a hammer
Price ya gotta pay when ya break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for?
Black bandana
Sweet Louisiana
Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin' baby watcha gonna?
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal 45
Just another way to survive
California, rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She's my priestess; I'm your priest
As the shower water stopped so did his singing. She chuckled, knowing that he'd probably forgotten the rest of the song. Then suddenly he began singing again.
All the girls in the bathroom talkin'
Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins?
My ears are burnin' but I kept on walkin'
Smile on my face and an air guitar rockin'
The Sadie Hawkins Dance and my khaki pants
There's nothing better
Oh oh oh
The girls ask the guys
It's always a surprise
There's nothing better
Baby, do you like my sweater?
Any further singing was silenced by his clock/CD player's alarm going off late.
Do you believe every thing that you read?
Everything that you see on the set?
You look around at this sleepy little town and think that this is as good as it gets
Well, what you're lookin' at is heaven-sent
Everyday is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid
I've got a holiday
A paid holiday
I've got a holiday in my head
He had sung along with the alarm before stopping it. She heard him walking into the kitchen to begin cooking breakfast. She smiled as she picked out her clothes and he sang.
Someone call a medic 'cuz I think she's gonna strike again
She slammed down the phone and gave the finger to the nightstand
That holds the picture in the heart-shaped frame we bought at Target
Yes, I think we got a problem but I can't put my finger on it
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head
But all I remember is makin' out constantly
If I don't get up then I'll prob'ly end up dead
She's the undisputed champ of my world
Down for the count
Over and out
Toss in the towel 'cuz she really got the best of me
I can't hang around
Get kicked while I'm down
What was that sound?
I just wish the F-ing bell would ring
The rest of the song was drowned out by her shower and two walls.
Breakfast passed in semi-silence, but once the car was started his CD player came on, too and he sang along
He likes vampires and hit list radio
But turns it off when he hears this one song he knows
And you breathe, the windows down
Drivin' I-4 as you make your way back home
You drive in silence because he will not let go
And you breathe, the windows down
It's a new place that you have found
I've been up late writin' books
All about heroes and crooks
One of 'em saves you from this
The other one steals you and then
Sure things fall
All sure things fall
He stopped the CD and began singing another song.
Well, I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
Where'd you come from?
Where am I goin'?
Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for
Waiting for you?
All my sins I said that I would pay for them if I could
Come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
He stopped as they arrived at the lab.
He managed to make it through work without singing, merely humming, but once they were back in the car he began again.
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight
Tie me up again
Who's got their claws in you my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you
I'm so lost
For you
Oh, and you come
Crash
Into me
By that time Sara had joined him singing. He smiled as they both stopped simultaneously. Then, lost in the moment, Greg leaned over the console and kissed Sara. The rest of the ride passed in silence, save for Greg's incessant humming.
Upon reaching the house Greg promptly began to cook dinner and as usual he began to sing.
Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear
'Cuz that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heat
Break a name
We're always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team
We're goin' down
Down in an earlier round
And, Sugar, we're goin' down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded gun complex
Cock it and pull it
He stopped as Sara began talking. "You know, Greg, I've never heard you finish singing a song," she teased. "Then why'd you stop me?" he teased back. "'Cause it's fun," she said grinning. He leaned down and kissed her before they both continued.
We're goin' down
Down in an earlier round
And, Sugar, we're goin' down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded gun complex
Cock it and pull it.
THE END
I know this one's weird for me. It's so fluffy…but give me a break, it was 3 am when I wrote this.
My next story will also be a song fic based on Yellowcard songs.
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Oh and the songs!
1. Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers
2. Sadie Hawkins Dance - Relient K
3. Holiday in My Head - Smash Mouth
4. Down for the Count - Bowling for Soup
5. Sure Thing Falling - Yellowcard
6. Angels of the Silences - Counting Crows
7. Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band
8. Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Fall Out Boy