Hi.
My first song-fic. I really hope you like it. Send me some songs and I'll do more. I have about six planned, but that's it. So please review/PM me some songs.
This one is called 'From Where You Are' by Lifehouse. Look it up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or From where you are.
From Where You Are
So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss her. I miss her so much. I never knew moving away across the country to pursue my dream would have such an effect on me. It's perfect in California with melting summer days, strips of beaches everywhere you look, hot girls, dark tans, and the record company that signed me. The place here is where I was signed to become a trending rock star with money disgorging out of my pockets and scattering to the ground, twirling in the wind just like my care-free ego should be. But it's not. Something is missing. That something is her. We promised to keep in touch, because we can't forget each other. The whole reason I'm here is because of her, so I never could forget her-even if I wanted to, which reassuringly I never want to. But it's not the same. The miles, from California to Florida, have created a massive distance that slowly is tearing us apart. I miss her. I miss her so much.
So far away from where you are
I'm standing underneath the stars
And I wish you were here
I never understood how far California really is from Florida. Thinking I could extend my arm and let my hand brush all the land I could see was the biggest lie I ever let myself believe. Trying to count the miles away from where my real home is drags me deeper into the dark abyss I dug myself in, unable to find an escape route. Trying to find answers outside of your Malibu home in the thick humid air that stiffens at the verge of night and suffocates all thoughts doesn't help either. It makes it a lot harder believe it or not.
But only me, Austin Moon the internet sensation that got his big break eight months ago- the only thing that had been my life goal since the age of four, would be standing in the California heat at 10:00 pm looking up at the stars when I could be inside enjoying the party that was specifically thrown for me and my entrance into the famous world. Being underneath a blanket of black with extremely bright specks, creating an inspiration site, pointing directly at me changes things. It makes me realize how much I really miss her and how much I need her here. Having her touch is all I need to make me feel whole again. So if there is a shooting star anywhere in the sky- even if it doesn't appear to me, blink once and you miss it because of its quick persistence, my wish is for Ally Dawson to be standing beside me, cherishing my company.
I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here
Ally Dawson-my best friend, partner in music, and girlfriend. That was simply how it was explained. But when anyone asks now, it's forgotten. The years we held on to so tightly, enjoying as the peace came to us so easily, were erased when I left like chalk on a blackboard. All those precious moments we spent together suddenly seem faded- lost almost. I miss it.
Miami was known for the sun and the way it shined, building an illusion that anything it touched came alive. I miss the way the yellow rays would bounce off Ally's face, making an angelic glow that only she could pull off well. Even if Ally's pale skin didn't absorb the blinding waves, it still had a way of shattering any gloomy thoughts of hers for the rest of the day. Honestly, she was more beautiful than any beach babe that had been kissed by the sun every minute of their life. Watching the sun light her up like nothing else could was one reason why I loved Miami so much. You can't find any heart-warming scenes here in California.
Remembering Ally's quirky doings breaks my heart. The way she would dance so unprofessionally when she was overwhelmingly happy. The way she should jump six feet in the air, celebrating, after finishing a song. Especially the way she would grab her wavy medium brown strands and gnaw on them endlessly when she found any situation the least bit uncomfortable, send an empty, queasy, and unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. All of her, including her cheery personality and nervous tendencies, make my knees go unfaithfully weak. All those little things get to me the most. I never though they they'd mean everything to me. I never thought I'd miss them as much as I do now. Never in a million years would I be doubting my decision on my singing career until now.
I feel the beating of your heart
I see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here
Sometimes, I just lay down. Whether it's in my bed, on the soft grains of sand on the nearest beach, or just in an open field abundant with flowers in the center of the park, I just lay there. While I lay, I think of her. Not only do I think, but I feel. I imagine myself feeling her touch, savoring her warmth as I snake my broad arms around her petite waist. And for a moment, I actually feel it. Smiling like an idiot as I lose myself in the absolute nothing beside me that I have envisaged myself enough to believe it is her. I've been doing this for a while now. More often than I should.
Everywhere I look, I see her. In my dreams, I see her. In random strangers I meet, I see her. Her face follows me and welcomes a presence that I adore too much. The shadows become real, as if it really is her. Sometimes, I forget that it isn't and unwittingly I talk to the fantasized trick that wisps away as fast as it had come. The words I speak, I solely wish she could hear are the words I keep locked up inside for so long. Wherever she is, may it be in the Florida city that we grew up in together or off to a different land for a new adventure, I hope she knows I miss her and with all the hope left in me, I wish she was here.
I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here
A single tear slides down my face as my past hits me like brick wall. I collapse on the soft grass that feels too much like concrete and I let it out. All the grief of missing my other half pours out of me like a stream bursting through the broken dam. The loneliness strikes me with an amount of force that is almost too much to bear. I realize the way I have been living for the past year is not how it should be. It almost kills me- literally that it took me this long to notice that life isn't the same-barely worth living without Ally.
I run. I run to the ends of abandoned streets, past the blue ocean that calls my name, and away from everything I thought I wanted. I'm screaming with all the breath left in my lungs, I'm screaming for her. Ally, the only person in the world worth giving up a once in a lifetime deal. Ally, the only person that seems to be floating in my mind that I could never want more of than I do right now. Me, too dumb to not notice the scratches beneath my cool exterior of my true feelings until now.
So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here
Miles seem to be closing in on me more the faster I go to get to her. So far away from where she is seems to be such a lie now. The feeling of being truly home where Ally is brushes my skin and the hairs sprouted on my body shoot up, creating chill bumps that feel more like mountains taking over my body. I miss her. But I won't have to miss for too much longer, for my plane lands in a few short hours. The anticipation awaits me, praying there was not too much damage that can't be fixed. I will no longer have to wish she is here with me for I will be with her and we'll be happy because I know she's depressed without me too. If a milestone in my teenage life is what it takes to make me realize that love over powers more than anything in the world, then let it be. Only Ally Dawson could make a confused teenage boy come to his senses after almost coming to an end.
Woah, I really like it. I used a song I chose because I absolutely love it and it turned out great.
Please review so I can write more. I really want to know what you guys think. Should I continue?
Also, from my last collection of One-Shots, the last reviews: I will reply on the next song-fic.
Well that's it for me today guys.
Thank you and love ya!
~Brandy(: