Rules
pick a character/pairing
turn on your music player, put it on random/shuffle
write a short fic/drabble that relates to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the fic/drabble, you start when the song starts and stop when it's over, no lingering afterward.
Do five of these and post them
So it's been a long time since I posted something, and I thought that this was a good way to get back into writing, and hopefully there is still people around reading this. And I would love hear from you.
Salty Lips
Sam ran a hand through his hair, a breath leaving his lips, as he looked around. He wasn't sure on where it all had started.
That might be a lie.
He knew where it all had started.
When they had been caught on the couch.
It hadn't been supposed to go that far, maybe it was a good thing.
"Hey," he said, biting down on his lip, letting out a breath, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, foot shuffling against the floor, "sorry," he looked down, "I should have been here sooner."
"Sam," her voice soft, almost tired, and Sam knew in that moment that there wasn't anything he could really do.
"Just don't lie to me."
Till The World Ends
His feet was hitting the ground. Breathing hard, heart beating fast in his chest.
This feeling, the feeling of exhaustion was something he could deal with, it was something he knew.
But the other feelings he was dealing with, those he couldn't deal with.
He stopped, hands resting on his knees as he leaned forward, and he looked up, spotting her.
He really needed to talk to her.
Why was it so hard, it wasn't like the world was going to end.
"Rachel!" he called out running up to her, reaching for her hand, trying to pull her closer. "It's not the end of the world," was the first words that Sam said as he finally had her attention. "Look," he said pointing to the horizon, "the sun."
Cryin'
He leaned back, his head resting against his hands, elbows on his thighs. How had his life turned out like this.
Just a day ago everything was perfect, and Rachel had told him that she was going back to NYADA, and Sam was proud of her for that decision.
It was the right decision.
But then she had told him that they should end this whatever this was.
He had thought that picking YADA meant that she was also picking him. He was after all the one that was pushing her to pick that.
He felt the tears falling down his cheeks.
This was his life, he was the one giving his heart away in each single one of his relationships, and no one else gave him their heart. So all he had to do now was trying to forget her.
"Rachel," he whispered, looking up, hands clenching together, his breathing shallow, as he tried not to let her show how he was feeling, and what this was doing to him.
Hanging Around
Darkness.
Coldness.
Those was the words that he could think of, when it came to describing what he was feeling.
It didn't feel real.
He looked up, as he heard the same old song.
What do you want to drink? Isn't that enough?
Sam shook his head. All he could do was hang around.
Just one more round.
He could leave after this round, if he did, maybe she wouldn't know that he had been here.
It was a bad idea to just hang around, someone would tell her.
Someone would tell Rachel, that he had been there, again.
It was only hurting him. He shouldn't be living this same old song, if he didn't leave this behind he would be that guy.
Bed of Roses
Sam was sitting at the piano in the living room, he glanced over at the couch where Rachel was lying. His fingers slowly danced over the keys.
It was the only thing he could do, he wasn't sure if Rachel could hear what he was playing.
All he wanted was trying to figure out what it was that he was going to tell her, well more like how he was going to tell her.
He took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes, letting his fingers move over the keys, with a familiarity he had never felt. His voice singing softly, as he finally found he song he had been looking for.
It was a lot easier than he had thought. Even if his head was pounding, and he was feeling the hangover slowly creeping over him, as long as Rachel could hear this, and if she did, she would know what he was feeling.
All he knew was that if she was there with him, he wouldn't be alone, and more importantly he wouldn't feel lonely. He had felt lonely a lot longer than he would like to admit.
All he wanted was to be close to her, and he was going to tell her.
He moved away from the piano, reaching her, moving a strand of her hair from her face, leaning forward pressing a kiss against her forehead. "I love you."