The Song is "You Make Me, Me" by MxPx

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For someone whom everyone finds completely repulsive- a man whose own mother wouldn't hold him-, waking up in someone's arms is the most amazing sensation you can imagine. He didn't exactly snore, but when he was asleep, Logan made this soft almost inaudible rumbling noise in his chest that kind of reminded me of purring. When I suggested that, though, he got all defensive about the cat reference. I didn't say anything else about it, but that's one of the many things I love about him- dropping off to sleep, lulled by his breathing.

Every night I get down on my knees and pray
I thank the Lord above for you each day
I was lost and then I found you
You make my ocean, you make my sky blue

Other than the slight headache that the booze had left me (I managed to sleep off the worst of it), when I woke up that morning, I felt completely content. I was in our bed. That meant that he'd come after me. That meant he loved me. The sound of the shower running drifted through the bathroom door behind me, and I dug my way out of the tangle of blankets I was in. On the nightstand by my head, there were two blue tablets and a glass of water waiting for me. I popped them, and downed the glass with a grateful grin.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me, everything
You make me, me

Happiness is one of the oddest human emotions. Emotions like anger, jealousy, sadness, excitement- they're all fueled by passion. They require energy. Being happy isn't so much an emotion as a state: a state of happiness. Normal people don't think about it much because it's so commonplace, but when you're twenty years old and you've never truly been happy, you can see how inescapably strange it is. Strange and addictive.

What lesson has the Lord thrown up for me?
You are the answer to that mystery
I was lost and then I found you
You make my ocean, you make my sky blue

My legs were a bit stiff when I got up, but it wasn't so bad. It could have been a lot worse. At some point the night before either Logan or I had gotten me out of the booze-rank clothing and into some clean boxers. I dug some clean clothes out of the laundry basket next to the dresser, tucked them under my arm, and headed to the bathroom door. I knocked on the door once before I opened the door. "Mornin', Lo'," I called over the sound of the shower.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me, everything
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me live
You make me die
You make me, me

When I was a kid, all I knew was fear, loneliness, and sadness. After Magneto found me, there was excitement at first. Soon after, though, I ruined my first mission: a simple reconnaissance job. Then there was fear. He taught me anger, too. Instead of hating myself, he told me to hate them, the normals. I remember excitement when Logan first kissed me, and that was great, a simple, passionate emotion. After that, things settled into an odd sort of constancy. There was a soft contentedness, a fuzzy feeling that never left. I was happy.

Height won't separate us from this love
Depth can't separate us from this love
Can't separate from this love…

His head poked out from behind the curtain with that half-restrained grin that I love. "Morning."

I moved over towards the shower to kiss him lightly. "Sorry about yesterday," I murmured softly, "Thanks for coming after me." He just shook his head, cupped my cheek, and kissed me again.

"I love you."

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me, everything
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me live
You make me die

No one has ever loved me before. Not really. My own parents didn't keep me for more than an hour. Magneto said that he loved all of his 'brothers', but it was complete bullshit. This felt real. I know that I would do anything for this man. I would give him anything, do anything, be anything. He's my everything.

These days so few seem to have faith
In the son of man and in his grace
I feel your breathe upon my face
As you replace, my broken wings

There was a swell of pressure up from my chest to my throat that I had to force down. "I love you too, Logan," I whispered softly. Looking up at him, I was overwhelmed with my favorite new drug: Happiness.

You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me, everything
You make me, me