hey, this is the third song fic for me in one night! specialness! yippies
skippy!!!
this here story is a song fic. thus, it contains a song. the song in question is "it's been awhile", by staind. the story part is based on jthm. i unfortunately don't own either of these elements. they belong to staind and jhonen vasquez. oh well. i'll get over it.
take a deep breath and jump right in! *or run in fear.whatever works for you.*
*johnny is sitting at his table, attempting vainly to concentrate on the happy noodle boy strip before him. he casts aside the half-drawn stick figure and finds himself gazing longingly at a stalker style photo of devi.*
"it's been awhile.since i could hold my head up high, and it's been awhile since i first saw you."
*he rises and paces around the room a minute to try and regain his focus.*
"it's been awhile since i could stand on my own two feet again, and it's been awhile since i could call you."
* here our boy johnny picks up the phone and considers dialing her number, but changes his mind and resumes his pacing*
"and everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem, the consequences that i render.i've stretched myself beyond my means."
*he sighs deeply and glances about the silent room. he is very lonely right now and wishes desperately that there was something he could do to make devi forgive him. he then recalls tha the tried to kill her and cannot blame her for shunning him. but he is miserable all the same. poor nny.*
"it's been awhile since i could say that i wasn't addicted and it's been a while since i could say i love myself as well as."
* he trails off, leaning against the wall and glancing at the clock. 2:16 am. goddamn it.*
"it's been awhile since i've gone and fucked things up, just like i always do, and it's been awhile, but all that shit seemed to disappear when i'm with you!!"
*he violently kicks the wall in self disgust and sits back at his table.*
"i've gone and fucked things up again."
*he seizes the picture again and smiles in spite of the tears rolling down his face.*
"why must i feel this way? just make this go away! on more peaceful day!!"
* he crumples the picture in his hand and attempts to throw it away. but it won't leave his hand. he finally gives in and uncrumples the picture, smoothing it as best he can. he is quite angry with himself for not being able to get all the creases out of it.*
"it's been awhile since i could look at myself straight and it's been awhile since i said i'm sorry. and it's been awhile since i've seen the way the candles light your face, and it's been awhil, but i can still remember just the way you taste."
*(prepare yourselves for typical anthy dusky melodrama) nny throws his head against the table and weeps. (you can't say i didn't warn you). after a few moments he stands again and shoves the picture in his pocket. hunting for his coat, he decides that he's going to take out his anger at himself on a cheerleader.*
"it's been awhile since i could hold my head up high-"
*he stands for a moment in the doorway.*
"and it's been awhile.since i said i'm sorry."
*he shuts the door*
this here story is a song fic. thus, it contains a song. the song in question is "it's been awhile", by staind. the story part is based on jthm. i unfortunately don't own either of these elements. they belong to staind and jhonen vasquez. oh well. i'll get over it.
take a deep breath and jump right in! *or run in fear.whatever works for you.*
*johnny is sitting at his table, attempting vainly to concentrate on the happy noodle boy strip before him. he casts aside the half-drawn stick figure and finds himself gazing longingly at a stalker style photo of devi.*
"it's been awhile.since i could hold my head up high, and it's been awhile since i first saw you."
*he rises and paces around the room a minute to try and regain his focus.*
"it's been awhile since i could stand on my own two feet again, and it's been awhile since i could call you."
* here our boy johnny picks up the phone and considers dialing her number, but changes his mind and resumes his pacing*
"and everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem, the consequences that i render.i've stretched myself beyond my means."
*he sighs deeply and glances about the silent room. he is very lonely right now and wishes desperately that there was something he could do to make devi forgive him. he then recalls tha the tried to kill her and cannot blame her for shunning him. but he is miserable all the same. poor nny.*
"it's been awhile since i could say that i wasn't addicted and it's been a while since i could say i love myself as well as."
* he trails off, leaning against the wall and glancing at the clock. 2:16 am. goddamn it.*
"it's been awhile since i've gone and fucked things up, just like i always do, and it's been awhile, but all that shit seemed to disappear when i'm with you!!"
*he violently kicks the wall in self disgust and sits back at his table.*
"i've gone and fucked things up again."
*he seizes the picture again and smiles in spite of the tears rolling down his face.*
"why must i feel this way? just make this go away! on more peaceful day!!"
* he crumples the picture in his hand and attempts to throw it away. but it won't leave his hand. he finally gives in and uncrumples the picture, smoothing it as best he can. he is quite angry with himself for not being able to get all the creases out of it.*
"it's been awhile since i could look at myself straight and it's been awhile since i said i'm sorry. and it's been awhile since i've seen the way the candles light your face, and it's been awhil, but i can still remember just the way you taste."
*(prepare yourselves for typical anthy dusky melodrama) nny throws his head against the table and weeps. (you can't say i didn't warn you). after a few moments he stands again and shoves the picture in his pocket. hunting for his coat, he decides that he's going to take out his anger at himself on a cheerleader.*
"it's been awhile since i could hold my head up high-"
*he stands for a moment in the doorway.*
"and it's been awhile.since i said i'm sorry."
*he shuts the door*