It had been a long day. Let's leave it at that. To get some extra money floating around, Soul and I had gotten part-time jobs. Soul was working in a record store, and I was working in a book store. A lot of customers had come through today looking for our newest fantasy novel, and I was completely worn out. On top of my long day, I wasn't exactly ready to run home. Soul and I had been having more fights recently, and it was my turn to cook. I sighed, turned the knob, and walked into our apartment. Then I froze. The smell of food was wafting from the kitchen.
"Soul?" I called hesitantly. I got a grunt in reply. Sure enough, the grunt had originated in the kitchen. I set my purse and keys down, and walked inside.
In the kitchen, the smell of good food was overwhelming. Soul was standing over the stove wearing a white apron, with a spoon in hand. I sniffed the air experimentally. Roast, carrots, and potatoes. My mouth watered, and I struggled to remember why this was unusual.
"Wasn't it my turn to cook today?" I asked, grateful all the same that I didn't have to.
"Yeah, but I walked by the store on the way home and saw all the customers. You must be beat. I decided that maybe I should give you a break from cooking duty," Soul answered in a monotone voice. He sounded like he wanted to be at home about as much as I did. I sighed, but didn't push it.
I lied down with a book, letting the feeling of relief fill me. It was a pretty good night. When dinner was ready, I sat down at the table and dug in. When I tasted how good it was, I lifted my gaze to look at Soul.
"Thank you," I said, politely.
"You're welcome, but you know what the best thing about tonight is?" Soul asked, not meeting my gaze.
"What?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"That we're not fighting. Could it be that we have been this way before?" When Soul and I first got together, everything was great. We were happy. But then the bills raised, and we had to get jobs to keep up. That brought on a pile of stress, and both of us were on edge. We were quicker to fight, slower to make up. I began to say something, but Soul cut me off.
"I know you don't think that I am trying, and I know you're wearing thin down to the core," Soul began to softly sing, much to my surprise. I knew the song well; it was one of my favorites.
"But tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again, don't make change my mind. I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true. Because I girl like you is impossible to find. You're impossible to find." Soul got up from his seat and took my hand, lifting me from mine. We began to twirl around the kitchen. As we made our third spin, Soul picked up where he left off in the song.
"This is not what I intended. I always swore to you I'd never fall apart. You always thought that I was stronger. I may have failed but I have loved you from the start. Oh, but hold your breath," and I did, "because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind. I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true. Because a girl like you is impossible to find. It's impossible—so breathe in so deep! Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep. And hold on to your words, 'cause talk is cheap. And remember me tonight, when you're asleep." Soul slowed down here, bringing us to a halt. "Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind. I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true. Because a girl like you is impossible to find." He started the dance again. "Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again! Don't make me change my mind! I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true! Because a girl like you is impossible to find. You're impossible to find."
I always loved it when Soul sang to me, so I had to remember how to breathe when he finished. I looked up into his eyes, feeling very uncharacteristic tears building up, and smiled. Soul looked down at me, his blood red eyes softening to deep rouge. I couldn't think of anything to say (would you?), so I got up on my tip toes and showed him how I felt without words. I pressed my lips against his softly, letting him know that this was a tender kiss, one that said, "I love you." He smiled under my lips and returned the kiss softly. When we pulled away, he chuckled.
"Maybe we should stop fighting more often."
So, I have a question. How come every one of these I make, someone ends up singing? Well, that's not true. In "I've Been Watching You", Ben never sang, he only said the lyrics. And in "I'm With You", Blair never sang either. Huh. Just tell me if me making Soul sing is annoying you. Honestly, in my imagination, Soul has this awesome singing voice, so I automatically think of him singing to get his feelings across. Maybe that's taking him out of character. I dunno. You guys tell me what you think on the subject.
P.S.
I have a surprise for everyone who enjoyed reading about Ben. I'm gonna put him in another one of these songfics! He may not appear in person, but he will be mentioned! Hope you guys are excited (I wasn't going to write any more fics involving him).