She Aint You.
Varley990,RedStar.
Diclaimer: I do not own the song or Instan Star.
Summery: Late night visits and old wounds. Broked hearts play their parts and all are pretending. Crying out for the ending.
Fashbacks are in Italics
Song lyrics are in bold Italics
Tommy sat in a rugged, cluttered, country kitchen, looking in to a coffee cup. It was a eartware cup and spoke of it's owner. A sturdy, intelligent, wise, green eyed girl of about 22. Her long brown hair wasmessy from sleep. A sleep he had woken her from. This gril was looking down at the blue eyed heartbreaker, mesmerized by the band of gold on his left ring finger. She always thought the mark of ownership would be hers, instead Tommy belonged to a self proclaimed Rock Goddess. She watched him play with his coffee before he took a drink. All these actions delaying the inevitable, his reason for being here now.
The brunette was shocked to open her door to find Tommy on her door step, the rain a melody marking his arival. She was wraped in a huge Boyz Attck! T-shirt. He chuckled softly at her attire and as he did lighting strck behind him illuminating his face. Somewhere deep in her heart the same bolt of energy struck, and shattred all the defences she had bulit to protect herself from him. She moved away from the door, wordlessly inviteing him in. They had never needed words. At a loss for anyting else to do, she fell back on her good manners her Mother had drilled in to her head. But her mother had never really known Lil' Tommy Q, and she hadn't liked him much either. Her mother always told her "That boy's trouble, he'll just break your hreat." But most mothers said that about him, so it was advice the geeneyed girl ignored. Something she had come to come to regret.
"So Tommy, does your wife know where you are?" The brunett asked trying to keep her voice from breaking.
Tommy looked up at her and said, "You know we bought a house. On the coast. she loves it there. It's quite. I like it there to".
"A house Quenicy? I saw it in People, that place is huge it's a friggin mantion."
"We have huge gates. To protect our privacy. We hired the best security to protect us. We hired the best designed ot decorate the place. It's really stylish. But it's comfortable to. The air is diffent frim here, it's salty." Tommy said lost in thought.
"I hear you got a heck of a view, the ocean at night must be beautiful."
"There's no mountian breeze and we have palm trees not hickory trees." Tommy looked up at her and prayed she couldn't see his face in the darkened kitchen.
"What are you trying to say Tom? Why are you here?" Tommy felt tears slid down his face when he heard the heart break in her voice, he knew he was torturing her. But he needed her to know.
"It's not Tennessee and she's not you."
It's a big estate But there ain't no mountain breeze
With wrought iron gates
And palm trees standin' tall
Fancy mirrors and chandeliers
Comfort wall to wall
And the ocean air is so crisp and clear
And they rave about our view
And there ain't no hickory trees
And this ain't Tennessee
And she ain't you
Okay I know you're all wondering who is the green eyed brunett. And what the heck is going on? Well you'll soon find out, bare with me. This is gonna be either a 2 or 3 shoot. It's based on a Garth Brooks Song called It aint you. Go Find it and Listen, it's a great song. Also let's play preteand and say Tommy went to Tennessee instead of Montana. Okay now people I'm also writing a fic called In Your Image. Please read it. And everyone tell me what you think. Do ya'll want the rest? Then Please Read and Review.