The song is Anna Begins by Counting Crows, the best band in the entire
world. This song has the best line ever in it, and I use it in the story.
It's the best line in any story ever. Oh, and, btw, we're back to Eli's
POV.
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Part 8
Grace's lips were on mine as soon as I opened the door. I was shocked at first, but I quickly recovered and kissed her back, kicking the door closed as she moved into my room. Her kisses were strong and forceful, and I felt her teeth bite against my tongue as she pushed me backward onto the bed. My hands were everywhere, as were hers. The closer we got, the more urgent her kisses became, and I was lost in the smell of her hair, and the feel of her tongue massaging against mine.
It wasn't until her hands were unbuttoning my jeans that I realized what was actually going on. I broke the kiss and rolled her onto her back so that she was no longer on top of me.
"Grace," I said, panting for breath. She looked up at me in a mixture of anger and guilt.
"What?" she said, her voice coming out breathy. "Don't you want me?"
"Yes!" I said. "Grace, of course I do! But it can't be like this. You're upset. I'm not going to make love to you when you're angry. Can't you just talk to me?"
"I don't want to talk," Grace said, her voice sounding very un-Gracelike. "I want to screw!" The statement was like a slap, causing me to double back and look at her.
"Grace, I'm not going to have sex with you just to make your mom angry, OK?" Her face still looked livid.
"Eli," she moaned. "Don't get all chivalrous on me, not now! If you aren't going to give me what I want, I'm leaving."
She began to get up, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. "Talk to me, Grace. Tell me how you're feeling. I want to help you."
"I'm scared," she said, her eyes filling with tears and her voice becoming shaky. "I just told my mom that I wanted to be with you, and she was flipping out. It took me so long to gain her trust again, and I just lost it with those few words. I'm scared…I'm scared she'll never forgive me."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, stroking her cheek with my hand.
"Just hold me," she said, and I did. As we lay there, a soft song came on my radio from the CD I had playing.
***** My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me: "For one time only make an exeption"
I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concered
With the status of my emotions "Oh", She says, "You're changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean
My friend assures me "It's all or nothing"
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you tell yourself to make yourself forget
I am not worried
"If it's love", she said, "then were gonna have to think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not gonna break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just:
Snap her up in a butter fly net and just pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried, I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's it's love and
Oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing ****
"This is beautiful," Grace said. "Who is it?"
"Counting Crows," I replied, and then whispered some of the lyrics into her ear. "Everytime she sneezes I believe it's love." Grace giggled and kissed me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she said, and I held her as she fell asleep in my arms. We would deal with the world the next day, tonight we'd just stay with each other. And everything would work out in the end.
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Part 8
Grace's lips were on mine as soon as I opened the door. I was shocked at first, but I quickly recovered and kissed her back, kicking the door closed as she moved into my room. Her kisses were strong and forceful, and I felt her teeth bite against my tongue as she pushed me backward onto the bed. My hands were everywhere, as were hers. The closer we got, the more urgent her kisses became, and I was lost in the smell of her hair, and the feel of her tongue massaging against mine.
It wasn't until her hands were unbuttoning my jeans that I realized what was actually going on. I broke the kiss and rolled her onto her back so that she was no longer on top of me.
"Grace," I said, panting for breath. She looked up at me in a mixture of anger and guilt.
"What?" she said, her voice coming out breathy. "Don't you want me?"
"Yes!" I said. "Grace, of course I do! But it can't be like this. You're upset. I'm not going to make love to you when you're angry. Can't you just talk to me?"
"I don't want to talk," Grace said, her voice sounding very un-Gracelike. "I want to screw!" The statement was like a slap, causing me to double back and look at her.
"Grace, I'm not going to have sex with you just to make your mom angry, OK?" Her face still looked livid.
"Eli," she moaned. "Don't get all chivalrous on me, not now! If you aren't going to give me what I want, I'm leaving."
She began to get up, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. "Talk to me, Grace. Tell me how you're feeling. I want to help you."
"I'm scared," she said, her eyes filling with tears and her voice becoming shaky. "I just told my mom that I wanted to be with you, and she was flipping out. It took me so long to gain her trust again, and I just lost it with those few words. I'm scared…I'm scared she'll never forgive me."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, stroking her cheek with my hand.
"Just hold me," she said, and I did. As we lay there, a soft song came on my radio from the CD I had playing.
***** My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me: "For one time only make an exeption"
I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concered
With the status of my emotions "Oh", She says, "You're changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean
My friend assures me "It's all or nothing"
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you tell yourself to make yourself forget
I am not worried
"If it's love", she said, "then were gonna have to think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not gonna break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just:
Snap her up in a butter fly net and just pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried, I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's it's love and
Oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing ****
"This is beautiful," Grace said. "Who is it?"
"Counting Crows," I replied, and then whispered some of the lyrics into her ear. "Everytime she sneezes I believe it's love." Grace giggled and kissed me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she said, and I held her as she fell asleep in my arms. We would deal with the world the next day, tonight we'd just stay with each other. And everything would work out in the end.