Authors Note: That last chapter was nothing compared to this one. Oh! The teenangst! Song's Why by Mel C. And guys? Don't hurt me. It gets better! I promise!
12. Why
/Why does the rain fall from the sky?
How can a sugar pill take this pain away?
I should have known that you would break my heart.
You've ended something that didn't have a chance to start./
Adam looked out the window of the shed. He wasn't into the whole brooding-teen-angst-self-pity thing, but somehow he found himself brooding and filled with teen angst. Joan had kissed him yesterday, and today she was just.. forgetting about it. Like it had never happened. Maybe she hadn't wanted it to happen. Maybe it had been the biggest mistake of her life. Maybe she had been kicking herself all night because of it. Maybe..
/Put out the stars. Rub out the sky.
Look to the future. Wipe the teardrop from my eye.
Shut out the sun. Put out the light.
Want you to tell me how you're gonna make it right./
Joan was crying again. She hated crying. But she always seemed to be crying. Why had she walked all the way to Adam's house and told him to just forget the kiss? Make it seem like it was nothing, like it had never happened. She couldn't stand it.
/Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else that I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?/
"God! I'm acting like Girardi!" Grace yelled at her ceiling, furiously wiping those stupid tears off of her face. She never cried. Crying showed weakness. Crying was a stupid, worthless ritual. She picked up the picture that had been laying next to her bed, the prom picture, and threw it at the door, finding relief in the sound of the glass shattering.
/Wish I'd read the signs and left you well alone.
God, I wanna call you but I can't pick up the phone./
"I'm an idiot," Luke muttered. He had considered calling Grace but had decided against it, not having a death wish. He took a deep breath and fell back on his bed.
/Put out the stars. Rub out the sky.
Look to the future. Wipe the teardrop from my eye.
Shut out the sun. Bring on the night.
Want you to show me how you're gonna make it right.
Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?
Why am I crying over you?
(Tell me why. Why does the rain fall from the sky?)
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else that I can do.
(Why do the tears fall from my eyes?)
Why do I always look a fool?
(Why does the rain fall from the sky?)
Why? (Oh tell me why)
(Tell me why)
12. Why
/Why does the rain fall from the sky?
How can a sugar pill take this pain away?
I should have known that you would break my heart.
You've ended something that didn't have a chance to start./
Adam looked out the window of the shed. He wasn't into the whole brooding-teen-angst-self-pity thing, but somehow he found himself brooding and filled with teen angst. Joan had kissed him yesterday, and today she was just.. forgetting about it. Like it had never happened. Maybe she hadn't wanted it to happen. Maybe it had been the biggest mistake of her life. Maybe she had been kicking herself all night because of it. Maybe..
/Put out the stars. Rub out the sky.
Look to the future. Wipe the teardrop from my eye.
Shut out the sun. Put out the light.
Want you to tell me how you're gonna make it right./
Joan was crying again. She hated crying. But she always seemed to be crying. Why had she walked all the way to Adam's house and told him to just forget the kiss? Make it seem like it was nothing, like it had never happened. She couldn't stand it.
/Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else that I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?/
"God! I'm acting like Girardi!" Grace yelled at her ceiling, furiously wiping those stupid tears off of her face. She never cried. Crying showed weakness. Crying was a stupid, worthless ritual. She picked up the picture that had been laying next to her bed, the prom picture, and threw it at the door, finding relief in the sound of the glass shattering.
/Wish I'd read the signs and left you well alone.
God, I wanna call you but I can't pick up the phone./
"I'm an idiot," Luke muttered. He had considered calling Grace but had decided against it, not having a death wish. He took a deep breath and fell back on his bed.
/Put out the stars. Rub out the sky.
Look to the future. Wipe the teardrop from my eye.
Shut out the sun. Bring on the night.
Want you to show me how you're gonna make it right.
Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?
Why am I crying over you?
(Tell me why. Why does the rain fall from the sky?)
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else that I can do.
(Why do the tears fall from my eyes?)
Why do I always look a fool?
(Why does the rain fall from the sky?)
Why? (Oh tell me why)
(Tell me why)