Staying home for 2 days (actually spent all day yesterday @ the H4SC in
Toronto) is boring. I heard this song and started to think (DANGER!). I
decided to write this story, based on Not That Different by Colin Raye. It
takes place sometime after Gill Girl, I guess, but Max and Logan aren't
together for a reason other than the virus. In fact, there is NO VIRUS.
Wow, I just finished it, and I honestly think it's good, not great, but decent at least. And it takes a lot for me to admit my writing is even borderline okay.
Disclaimer: James Cameron, Charles Eglee, FOX, Colin Raye, and all their affiliates created this show and this song. Which means the lyrics and characters are not mine. Damn legal necessities.
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"Please stay," I beg her, hoping she'll give me a chance.
"Logan. We're too different. We're from two different worlds. It's not going to work. You're a normal person, and I'm just a freak. We'd be better off on our own."
"Max. we are different, nobody can deny that. But what we have in common is strong enough to bond us for life. Look behind your own soul and the person that you see might just remind you of me. I laugh, I love, I hope, I try. I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry.
And I know you do the same things too. So we're really not that different, me and you."
"I can't argue with your logic. I want something else. We're not right for each other. I'm sorry."
And I could tell she was. Tears welled up in those beautiful chocolate eyes of hers. A single tear rolled down her mocha colored cheek.
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I don't want a relationship that will get me hurt. Logan isn't right for me, I know it. Know it? Don't you mean that that's what you've convinced yourself to believe. Maybe the voice is right. The look on Logan's face as I said goodbye, his words, haunt me everyday. The echo in my mind as I'm out on a date. They're everywhere, reminding me every moment. I laugh, I love, I hope, I try... maybe he's right.
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There's a knock at my door. I move slowly, prolonging the hope it's Max. I know it's not. It's been so long, but I can't give up hoping. It's the only thing that gets me through the days until I can sleep and dream she's with me.
She's standing there, radiant. Tears pour down her cheeks. Why is she here? What changed her mind? Time? Truth? Both? It doesn't matter. She looks at me and says the one thing that can make everything okay. Not perfect, but okay. Perfect takes work.
"I laugh, I love, I hope, I try. I hurt, I need , I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too. So we're really not that different, me and you."
I smile. What she said meant more than a million I love you's.
Wow, I just finished it, and I honestly think it's good, not great, but decent at least. And it takes a lot for me to admit my writing is even borderline okay.
Disclaimer: James Cameron, Charles Eglee, FOX, Colin Raye, and all their affiliates created this show and this song. Which means the lyrics and characters are not mine. Damn legal necessities.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Please stay," I beg her, hoping she'll give me a chance.
"Logan. We're too different. We're from two different worlds. It's not going to work. You're a normal person, and I'm just a freak. We'd be better off on our own."
"Max. we are different, nobody can deny that. But what we have in common is strong enough to bond us for life. Look behind your own soul and the person that you see might just remind you of me. I laugh, I love, I hope, I try. I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry.
And I know you do the same things too. So we're really not that different, me and you."
"I can't argue with your logic. I want something else. We're not right for each other. I'm sorry."
And I could tell she was. Tears welled up in those beautiful chocolate eyes of hers. A single tear rolled down her mocha colored cheek.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I don't want a relationship that will get me hurt. Logan isn't right for me, I know it. Know it? Don't you mean that that's what you've convinced yourself to believe. Maybe the voice is right. The look on Logan's face as I said goodbye, his words, haunt me everyday. The echo in my mind as I'm out on a date. They're everywhere, reminding me every moment. I laugh, I love, I hope, I try... maybe he's right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There's a knock at my door. I move slowly, prolonging the hope it's Max. I know it's not. It's been so long, but I can't give up hoping. It's the only thing that gets me through the days until I can sleep and dream she's with me.
She's standing there, radiant. Tears pour down her cheeks. Why is she here? What changed her mind? Time? Truth? Both? It doesn't matter. She looks at me and says the one thing that can make everything okay. Not perfect, but okay. Perfect takes work.
"I laugh, I love, I hope, I try. I hurt, I need , I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too. So we're really not that different, me and you."
I smile. What she said meant more than a million I love you's.