My Favorite Things
By rainxface
Let me just say that first and foremost: this was written within half an hour. It is not the best of my works, but it is good.
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride goes to James Patterson. "Divine Intervention" goes to Taking Back Sunday. I own the plot.
Fang and I sat on top of the roof of our new house. Our iPod was split between us, blasting loudly. The sun had already set and adventures of the night were just beginning. Fang's arm was wrapped warmly around my bare shoulders. The music was background music, but pretty from a small distance. It brought life into the canvas of our still lives.
I sighed and snuggled closer to Fang. My eyes were threatening to close on me, despite my rebellion for a longer night.
Far away cheers and screams started as a new song began to echo from the small ear buds. Almost instantly I knew the song. Acoustic strings rung out from stage microphones and Adam Lazzara's voice was just about to start.
"Despondent, distracted," Fang began to sing as Adam's voice was about to. His voice was close, a clear sound right next to my ear. It made me smile and wrap my arms around his torso as he continued singing.
You're vicious and romantic;
These are a few of my favorite things.
All of those flavors and
This is what you choose:
Past the blues, past the blues,
And on to something new,
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
So if you're calling me out,
Then count me out.
Yeah, we're stubborn and melodramatic,
A real class act.
You see, I know a few of your favorite things.
Five in the morning and all comes out pouring,
Love, out the same way in.
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
Now if you're calling me out,
Fang kissed the top of my head as Adam called out his mistake of breaking a string. We both chuckled and waited for the song to continue.
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
I said real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
Now if you're calling me out,
Then count me out.
"You know, that song is really cute. It has that sweetness of honey echoing in the voice and the guitars. And the harmonica they use in the middle is just killer," I critiqued. I glanced up at Fang. "Don't you agree?"
"Yes, and the girls screaming in between the string out just makes the song all more enjoyable," he remarked sarcastically. I laughed and lightly hit his shoulder.
"Seriously, Fang." My eyes locked on his. The smile that I once placed on my lips was starting to fade. The soft winds were blowing against our still figures, sending shivers down my spine. Intensity was growing between the two of us.
And then, it happened. Beyond what I could ever say, tell, or describe, it happened. Beauty and grace were not words to use – no, they were far too below what this felt. Miracles and wishes could never top this. Magic – there became such a thing after this.
I rested my head on his chest, his arms pulling me in closer. His head was resting on top of mine, randomly kissing my head at times. His arms were rubbing mine, keeping me warm.
The full moon above us just added to the grace of the night.
Do you get it? I hope so. If not, that's okay.
Smiles,
rainxface