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.
Flashbacks are in italics.
Song lyrics are in bold italics.
The Beautiful bruentte Stared in horror at her friend and former lover. And as the lightning lit the sky it revealed to her his tear streaked face. The green eyed girl opened and closed her mouth struggling for the words to express herself. Finally, when the silence became to much whispered in a broken voice, "Tommy".
He looked up at her and saw her eyes filled with unshed tears. He didn't know what to say. He knew he had to live with the choices he'd made. Tommy remebred the last time he had spoken to his Tennessee sweetheart.
"Tell me why Tommy?" She begged him. Tommy watched as the wind molded her faded green T-shirt to her chest. The same wind playing with each piece of her hair the way a lover would. The way he had not two nights ago. "Why would you come back if not to stay?"
"I'm sorry." He knew what what he was doing was wrong but he knew he'd hurt a girl he loved either way.This girl could survive it, the other could not. "I wish I could change it, but she needs me now."
"If you go Tom, don't ever come back!" His dark haired beauty said to him as she turned and walked regaly to her home. His other girl would have broke in to a run and slamed the door. It was a small difference, but for Tommy a noticeable one. Another way of Fate pointing out his mistake, the wrong choice.
"Why?" She sked him rembering the day she saw the "For Sale" sign on his mother's house. The day the movers came and packed away most the things in the house. All they left was furiture, that was sold with the house. The day her new neighbors moved in she was sure she'd never see him again. Till now.
"I told her. I told her everything. I told her about you. She still agreed to marry me. She truely loves me." Tommy held the cup to her and she thoughtlessly refilled it. Just like the good 'ol days.
"She's not the only one" Murmured the girl as she handed him his cup. For the first time she relized how old and well used her things were. Another way of Fate pointing out to her that she was out of her league. She always had been.
"Everytime I feel her touch, I think of you. Everytime I reach for her I am trying to hold you. I lay there and pretend she's you." Tommy made his confession wishing he had something stonger like whiskey. Here he was in Tenessee and he could find no whiskey. It was like that qoute, "Water, Water all around and not a drop to drink". Tommy felt for the man with an albatross around his neck, Tommy had his own, gulit. Instead of the liquor he desires, he gulpped his coffee savoring the punishing heat as it burned it's way down his throat.
"Do you think I wanna hear this Tommy? Do you know what your doing to me? To her?" The girl asked her soft outrage evident on her classic features. Her eyes told a tale of pain and anger. And she stared at the prety playboy in her kitchen, for the first time feeling pitty for the girl that shared his name and bed but not his heart.
"She loves me, truly loves me. It's real, I can feel it in each touch and in everything she does. And she would do anything I asked of her, anything to please me," Tommy sat his coffee mug down hard on the table, the hot brown liquid swished over th side burning his fingers. He stepped closer to the gril of his dreams. He took her head in his hands and kissed her. He pressed his lips to her demanding she open her mouth to his assult. When she did she tasted mint and coffee and something that was unique only to Tommy. As he ended the kiss, He whispered to her lips, " But I think, that she knows that it's not Tenessee and She's not you."
There's a bedroom suite
Where she comes to me
And as her fingers touch my face
I close my eyes and I fantasize
Of another time and place
What she feels is so warm and real
And I know her love is true
And she tries so hard to please
Still I think sometimes she sees
That this ain't Tennessee
And she ain't you
Okay everybody this was part 2. There will be one more part and EVERYTHING will be reviled. Tell me what you think, tell me what you want to happen. I love review, they make me a happy girl. I love being a Happy Girl.
