Mac was absently picking at the food in front of her listening to the
radio, when she found herself completely enraptured by a song she'd never
heard before. She sat in a trance and listened.
So here I am again, dreaming about you
And what it would be like
If you were here by my side
I find myself again
Wanting to be with you
Tonight
Because I love the night
When I'm with you
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are I love you
So here we are again, dancing one more time
What would it be like
If this was forever
I find myself again
Crying in your arms
Tonight
Because this feels so right
Please don't let go
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are I love you
So here I am again, lying in the dark
And seeing your face
In my mind
I find myself again
Praying that you'll be here
Tonight
Because the stars don't shine as bright
When you're gone
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are true
The only words I can say
Are I love you
"And I'm so stupid for not telling you," she murmured to herself, grabbing the phone before she had a chance to change her mind. After the fourth ring, she began to get nervous.
"You're just calling him for crying out loud. You're not going to say anything, you're just."
"Hello? Mac, is that you?"
"Yeah, hi."
"Are you Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Harm, where are you?"
"About halfway home, why?"
"Could you come over here? I, I just want to talk to you."
"Alright, Are you sure you're Ok?"
"Yeah. I'll see you in 15 minutes right?"
"Ok."
She hung up without saying goodbye, and leant against the wall, breathless.
"I've got to stop listening to music like that," she muttered, "It makes me do stupid things."
She was still leaning against the wall staring at the ceiling when he arrived.
"Mac? Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm coming," she called shakily.
"Hey," she smiled when he entered the room.
"Hey."
"I bet you're wondering what I called you about right?"
"Yeah."
"Stay tonight," she said impulsively as they stood at the door.
"What?"
"I need you, I hate being alone when it's dark. Besides, I think we need to talk."
"Ok," he agreed warily, eyeing her apprehensively.
She grinned nervously, "Why do you look like you expect me to attack you or something?"
"You said you wanted to talk. When women say that, it's dangerous," he replied, sitting on the sofa.
She laughed, collapsing beside him.
"This past week has been crazy," she said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"You're the first person who makes me feel completely understood. I can tell you anything. I can talk to you. I can't do that with anyone else. But with you, it's like it's Ok to feel whatever and whenever I can't say something properly, I just look at you and you understand."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
"But that's the thing. It's not just friendship. I mean, you're my best friend, you're like a twin brother to me, you're like the mirror I look into in the morning. But it's more than that. I love you."
They sat in silence for several minutes.
"Mac, come here."
"What do you mean? I'm right beside you."
"No, come here," he repeated, pulling her into his arms. She pulled away in surprise, then relaxed into his embrace.
"I don't know how to tell you I love you."
"Is that all you were worried about?" she asked incredulously, dislodging herself from his arms to stare at him.
"Don't make fun of me!" he protested.
She smiled, "I'm not."
"So why did you decide to tell me?"
"Would you believe the truth?"
"I suppose so," he answered, kissing her softly.
"A 16 year old who killed himself and a punk rock band," she murmured, returning the kiss.
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So here I am again, dreaming about you
And what it would be like
If you were here by my side
I find myself again
Wanting to be with you
Tonight
Because I love the night
When I'm with you
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are I love you
So here we are again, dancing one more time
What would it be like
If this was forever
I find myself again
Crying in your arms
Tonight
Because this feels so right
Please don't let go
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are I love you
So here I am again, lying in the dark
And seeing your face
In my mind
I find myself again
Praying that you'll be here
Tonight
Because the stars don't shine as bright
When you're gone
I don't know why I'm laughing
I don't know why I'm standing here, grinning stupidly
But every time you look my way
The only words that I can say
Are true
The only words I can say
Are I love you
"And I'm so stupid for not telling you," she murmured to herself, grabbing the phone before she had a chance to change her mind. After the fourth ring, she began to get nervous.
"You're just calling him for crying out loud. You're not going to say anything, you're just."
"Hello? Mac, is that you?"
"Yeah, hi."
"Are you Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Harm, where are you?"
"About halfway home, why?"
"Could you come over here? I, I just want to talk to you."
"Alright, Are you sure you're Ok?"
"Yeah. I'll see you in 15 minutes right?"
"Ok."
She hung up without saying goodbye, and leant against the wall, breathless.
"I've got to stop listening to music like that," she muttered, "It makes me do stupid things."
She was still leaning against the wall staring at the ceiling when he arrived.
"Mac? Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm coming," she called shakily.
"Hey," she smiled when he entered the room.
"Hey."
"I bet you're wondering what I called you about right?"
"Yeah."
"Stay tonight," she said impulsively as they stood at the door.
"What?"
"I need you, I hate being alone when it's dark. Besides, I think we need to talk."
"Ok," he agreed warily, eyeing her apprehensively.
She grinned nervously, "Why do you look like you expect me to attack you or something?"
"You said you wanted to talk. When women say that, it's dangerous," he replied, sitting on the sofa.
She laughed, collapsing beside him.
"This past week has been crazy," she said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"You're the first person who makes me feel completely understood. I can tell you anything. I can talk to you. I can't do that with anyone else. But with you, it's like it's Ok to feel whatever and whenever I can't say something properly, I just look at you and you understand."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
"But that's the thing. It's not just friendship. I mean, you're my best friend, you're like a twin brother to me, you're like the mirror I look into in the morning. But it's more than that. I love you."
They sat in silence for several minutes.
"Mac, come here."
"What do you mean? I'm right beside you."
"No, come here," he repeated, pulling her into his arms. She pulled away in surprise, then relaxed into his embrace.
"I don't know how to tell you I love you."
"Is that all you were worried about?" she asked incredulously, dislodging herself from his arms to stare at him.
"Don't make fun of me!" he protested.
She smiled, "I'm not."
"So why did you decide to tell me?"
"Would you believe the truth?"
"I suppose so," he answered, kissing her softly.
"A 16 year old who killed himself and a punk rock band," she murmured, returning the kiss.
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