*~TIPSY~*
"I'm With You"
by Avril Lavigne
I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I
I'm with you
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothings going right
And everything's a mess
and no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone trying to find me
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I
I'm with you
I'm with you
Why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
yeah yeah...
Tears mixed with rain as Jordan stood on the Brooklyn Bridge late that Friday night. There had been another blow up at home, her father and mother both gaining up on her this time. They fought endlessly about the stupidest things, she thought. Yet, somehow, she always came here when she ran away, only to be brought home by her coaxing mother. So, here she stood, waiting for the footsteps that would belong to her mom. Nothing. She listened her hardest but all she could hear was the rain.
"Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home?" She asked into the quiet night. The fight had been worse than others, much worse, but still...were they going to just leave her? Suddenly she heard footsteps and low voices approaching and her heart jumped.
"So Jacky-boy says it's a big thing, den?" A boy asked as Jordan's eyes adjusted to the two figures. He had a black cane whose gold tip stood out in the darkness and was obviously a newsie. Jordan's mind whirled with thoughts about her life. Her mom would have been here by now. She didn't care anymore, she was moving on, she was going to figure her own life out from now on.
"Yeah." The other boy replied as they crossed in front of the soaking wet girl. He gave Jordan a weak smile, as though he felt sorry for her, and tipped his hat. "Some soita party."
Jordan's eyes remained glued to the handsome stranger's back as she contemplated where she would go from here. She didn't want to be hurt anymore. She didn't want to fight. No one could see her pain, but somehow he had.
"I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you." She whispered, beginning to follow at a safe distance. She walked for awhile, catching fragments of the conversation that had been carried on the wind. She watched the two duck into Irving Hall out of the rain and absent-mindedly followed, only to feel as though she hadn't a friend in the world. To make the stares and uncomfortableness even worse, the boy was nowhere to be found.
"Did you see dat beauty, Spot?" Jordan heard her mystery man's voice and instantly followed it.
"Yeah, Dave. I still see 'er." The other replied, looking right at her. Jordan's face turned a precious shade of pink and she tried to turn away quickly.
"Lookin' fah someone, miss?" The boy approached her, somewhat shyly. The girl bit her lip and looked up into his eyes, eyes that seemed to see through her.
"I'm just looking for a place to get out of the rain." She said quietly, "Maybe I'll find a face I know." She smiled at him gently, knowing she had already found the face she was looking for.
"You need a place ta stay?" The boy asked kindly, throwing a boyish grin at her. She looked around nervously at all the newsboys and girls, could she ever belong?
"No thanks, I'll be fine." She finally replied, hating herself. Why did everything have to be so confusing? Was she just out of her mind?
"It's a damn cold night, miss." He responded. Jordan looked up at him to find him gazing into her eyes. "No one likes to be alone." Without a word, he slipped his hand into her's and led her to a table to introduce her.
"Whata ya got deah, Davey?" A boy with a cigar asked as they stood before the table. The boy looked over at Jordan with admiring eyes.
"Fellas, dis is...?"
"Jordan." She filled in the blank.
"She stayin' wit' us tanight?" A taller boy with a cowboy hat asked, taking a drink of his coke. Davey turned to the girl, her hand still in his and his eyes sparking.
"How about it? Wanna go someplace new?" Jordan smiled gently, knowing that she would be okay now.
"I'm with you."