I have finally succeeded! After months of planning, I, 7, have kidnapped Fang! And he's tied up next to me right now!
Fang: Okay. This is weird.
Me: There you have it! My success! And he's reading my story and giving me pointers on what he'll say!
Fang: You know, Max would never...
Me: POETIC LICENSE! AND YES SHE WOULD!
Well, here we go. A songfic. For MR. Clap if you never want to read anything that says lemons again!
Well, after these years, I'm sitting down with a guitar I learned to play, and a singing voice I never knew I had, writing a song about how sad I am about Fang. Yeah. I've been reduced to a winged Taylor Swift.
Paris was beautiful. I only wish I had my first perfect other half to go through it with me. The second other half is currently learning how to not sneak up on me.
Strumming on the guitar, I start getting inspiration for a little song. Taking out my almost-full notebook, and turning around to make sure Dylan isn't nearby, I start writing the words.
Every day, for weeks, I write in my little notebook. The pencil is sharpened frequently, and meals are often skipped. Pouring my heart into this. I get up in the middle of the night and write in words. I neglect my appearance, and one day, sitting on the roof, it's done. My work is done. I go back to reality to reward myself with a brownie, and find Dylan expired on the floor. Good riddance.
After eating said brownie, I sit down and decide to sing my whole song to the world. I go back onto the roof, hit the first couple chords, and start singing.
Turned my back to the door
Feel so much better now
Don't even try anymore
Nothing left to lose
There's a voice that's in the air
Saying don't look back nowhere
There's a voice that's always there
The whole world stops for a moment. The tears start falling.
And I'll never be quite the same as I was before
These parts of you still remains
Though it's out of focus
Your just somewhere that I've been
And I won't go back again
Your just somewhere that I've been
I hate him for doing this to me. I'm going to kill him when time is up.
I'm breathing in, breathing out
Ain't that what its all about?
Livin' life crazy loud
Like I have the right to
No more words in my mouth
Nothin' left to figure out
But I don't think I'll ever break through
The ghost of you
After I finish the chorus, I start crying even more.
And I'll never be like I was the day that I met you
Too naive, Yes I was
Boy, that's why I let you in
Wear your memory like a stain
Can't erase or numb the pain
Here to stay with me forever
It's true. I can't get rid of the pain. And he'll always stay with me.
Breathing in, breathing out
Ain't that what it's all about?
Livin' life crazy loud
Like I have the right to
No more words in my mouth
Nothing left to figure out
But I don't think I'll ever break through
The ghost of you
No time for tears. I jump right into the bridge.
One of these days
I'll wake up from this bad dream I'm dreaming
One of these days I pray that I'll be over over over
you
One of these days I'll realize that I'm to tired of
Feelin' confused
But for now there's a reason
why you're still here in my heart
The pause leads to more tears. I pull myself together for the refrain.
Breathing in, breathing out
Ain't that what it's all about?
Livin' life crazy loud
Like I have the right to
no more words in my mouth
Nothin' left for me to doubt
That I don't think I'll ever break through
The ghost of you
I let silent tears fall for the last words.
Breathing in , breathing out...
Breathin' in, breathin' out..
Like I have the right to
No more words..in my mouth
Nothin' left to figure out
But I don't think I'll ever break through...
The ghost of you
I end, and just sit there, imagining a crowd or something. Maybe the inspiration for the song. A single pair of hands clapping is heard.
"Great. Glad I can make you famous. Like you need that."
I turn to see a sarcastic smile on said inspiration. I pick up the guitar, and I'm about to smash it, when Fang comes out of the shadows and kisses me. Like nothing's happened.
"How can you do that?" I ask. He looks at me questioningly. "How can you come back, after all these years, kiss me, and expect me to take you back?"
He shrugs. "I never left. Dylan was just always around when I stopped by."
Now I lose it. "WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT DYLAN! HE'S DEAD NOW!"
He shrugs gain. "I know."
"How?"
"Iggy."
We stand there silently for a while. About now, I decide to go back through the window into my room.
"You can come if you want."
Fang follows me in, puts my guitar a safe distance away, and kisses me again. Subconsciously, my arms go around his neck, and soon we're in my happy place. The happy place where it's just me and Fang, and no one bothers us. Until Nudge comes in.
"OH MY GAWSH! FANG'S BACK? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK? We've all missed you, while you were gone, Iggy and Ella hooked up, and I met this nice guy named Lucas, and Gazzy even is dating a girl named Georgia. Angel is too young to date, so she stays home. Oh, and Max, I just found Dylan dead on the kitchen floor. What should I do? Chuck him out the window?"
I close the door to silence the Nudge channel, and go back to my happy place.
Fang: Max has a happy place?
Me: Yes. That's why you shouldn't leave.
Fang: I've been unaware this whole time...
Me: Review! Maybe I'll let you borrow Fang for a day! You know you want to! Because some of you are crazier than me!
Fang: Wit. People are crazier than you? DON'T REVIEW! I BEG YOU!
Me: Shut up, Fang. If you're under my roof, you'll live by my rules. Anywho, review!