A/N: I do not own anything and probably never will, also thoughts will be
connected to the dialogue and lyrics will be separated
Sticks and Stones
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
Oh come on pick up…
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
The answering machine picked up, playing its recorded message. As usual, the message is personalized for this week, and then beeps for me to leave a short message of my own.
Damn…
I sourly put the phone on the receiver and collapsed on my bed, wondering where she could be.
I liked you You showed me
These calls must continue
Time is collapsing in my head
I built all the walls you can't come in
You were the one that called me last
I highly doubt this thing will last
Ever since HE sang his eyeballs out at the karaoke bar a week ago she fell head over heels for him. Of course he had told me about his feelings for her, which much didn't really matter to me. Everyone has small little crushes, don't they? Wrong. When HE stepped down off the stage she gave HIM a big hug and told what a great job HE did. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Sure it was great and all, but when the two walked out, my heart felt like it was shattered by a sledgehammer. But I kept my emotion inside. The next day HE called and said that they were going out. I faked empathy, my head in another place.
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name
Through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
She was probably with her friends or something. That's what girls do right? They hang out at the mall a lot. That's it. As I try to console myself, I go to my computer and log on to an instant messenger service, hoping to talk someone. As my buddy list comes on, and THEY are on. It figures.
Elegant thoughts I will not share
My symphonic silence
I hope you can bear it baby
I liked you
You showed me
Exactly who I don't want to be
They both say hi at the same time, and that kind of bugs me. They invite me to a chat room with some other friends of ours and we chat for about half an hour, then HE and she both leave, saying they have "things" to do. I could easily see through their lies.
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name
Through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
At that time my friend Shauna logged on, a spunky, sugary gothic-type that was always a little out of it. After talking for a bit, I said that I had to study and signed off. About that time the phone rang, and I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi…"
"So what's up?"
"Nothing…"
"Why are you so distant lately?"
"It's nothing…"
"So, are you going to my party on Saturday?"
"Yeah I guess…"
"You know, if you want to talk about it I'm here…"
"OK… and Shauna?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks"
"Anytime, Joe"
Click.
I'll always look for you
I'll always look for you
I'll always look for you
You
You were the one that called me last
I highly doubt this thing will last
'cause you were the one that messed up
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name, through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
Sticks and stones get shot through the telephone
With instant results, were both alone
Alone…
FIN
Anonomuos24:Whooo! Another songfic done! Props to Shauna who decided to be in this ficcy loov you! (don't ask inside joke)
Sticks and Stones
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
Oh come on pick up…
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
The answering machine picked up, playing its recorded message. As usual, the message is personalized for this week, and then beeps for me to leave a short message of my own.
Damn…
I sourly put the phone on the receiver and collapsed on my bed, wondering where she could be.
I liked you You showed me
These calls must continue
Time is collapsing in my head
I built all the walls you can't come in
You were the one that called me last
I highly doubt this thing will last
Ever since HE sang his eyeballs out at the karaoke bar a week ago she fell head over heels for him. Of course he had told me about his feelings for her, which much didn't really matter to me. Everyone has small little crushes, don't they? Wrong. When HE stepped down off the stage she gave HIM a big hug and told what a great job HE did. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Sure it was great and all, but when the two walked out, my heart felt like it was shattered by a sledgehammer. But I kept my emotion inside. The next day HE called and said that they were going out. I faked empathy, my head in another place.
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name
Through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
She was probably with her friends or something. That's what girls do right? They hang out at the mall a lot. That's it. As I try to console myself, I go to my computer and log on to an instant messenger service, hoping to talk someone. As my buddy list comes on, and THEY are on. It figures.
Elegant thoughts I will not share
My symphonic silence
I hope you can bear it baby
I liked you
You showed me
Exactly who I don't want to be
They both say hi at the same time, and that kind of bugs me. They invite me to a chat room with some other friends of ours and we chat for about half an hour, then HE and she both leave, saying they have "things" to do. I could easily see through their lies.
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name
Through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
At that time my friend Shauna logged on, a spunky, sugary gothic-type that was always a little out of it. After talking for a bit, I said that I had to study and signed off. About that time the phone rang, and I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi…"
"So what's up?"
"Nothing…"
"Why are you so distant lately?"
"It's nothing…"
"So, are you going to my party on Saturday?"
"Yeah I guess…"
"You know, if you want to talk about it I'm here…"
"OK… and Shauna?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks"
"Anytime, Joe"
Click.
I'll always look for you
I'll always look for you
I'll always look for you
You
You were the one that called me last
I highly doubt this thing will last
'cause you were the one that messed up
Sticks and stones, they hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name, through dirt
And it hurts to be left here alone
Sticks and stones get shot through the telephone
With instant results, were both alone
Alone…
FIN
Anonomuos24:Whooo! Another songfic done! Props to Shauna who decided to be in this ficcy loov you! (don't ask inside joke)