Chapter 3: never gonna be
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see
always gotta gotta be me and free
right or wrong
you'll be gone
well I've heard it all before and I'm tired of the lies
I tried
I wont compromise
you're a thousand miles away
draining under my flooded veins
take away the strain
I don't think that you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
of fallin' behind
don't wanna to wonder and cry again
and I just wanna say
stop, go on
I have thrown it all away
reachin' over a cloudy day
and I'm on my way
cast my shadows all aside
creepin over into the sky
shining brighter
I feel alive
I don't think you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
of fallin behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again And I just wanna say
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see
always gotta gotta be me and free
carry on
run along
frustrated by you, typical you do I'm tired and through, renew Living on with out you I don't think you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I've fallin' behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again
and I just wanna say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I've fallin' behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again And I just wanna say
stop
go on [x2]
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see Always gotta gotta be me Living on with you gone
-Lillix, "Sick" (A/N: these are the correct lyrics. I got them off of the pamphlet thing in the CD. No matter what you find on the Internet, these are correct. Thank you.)
(Drasculs' POV) I sighed. I'd been trying to get Amanda to pay attention to me for the past hour and a half! I'd cooked a brilliant dinner (if I do say so myself), I'd gotten candles, set the table, bought her candy and flowers! I'd done everything! Everything! I didn't get it. For a while there, she seemed to care, and then I'd said something about humans (or mortals) and how they are stupid and weak and act like cattle. What was so wrong about that?
Then, she had stormed out of the room in that form-fitting, white dress that fit all her curves. Man! Did she know how to walk!
(Amanda's POV: kinda) Amanda practically ran to her room. Tore off that stupid dress. She, almost literally, threw on her flared, blue jeans, and a white tank top. Grabbed her jean jacket (A/N: which goes past her fingertips and there are holes for her thumbs. Just because I like that look.), cell phone, money and ran to the door.
She was going to get out of here NOW. She had decided not to come back for at least a week. They had her cell number if they needed her. She was out of here. She'd live with her aunt for a while, no questions asked. That's why her aunt was one of her favorite people, she knew what it was like, that's why she'd given up being a Fate.
SO, anyway, I had just gotten out of there and was walking around thinking of what to do before I went to my aunt's and then, I saw it. It was perfect. Filled with people and they were all happy.or drunk. You could barely move because of all the bodies bumping and grinding. So I went in. I was soon dancing and moving with the crowd and as I moved through the crowd to the bar I was pulled into someone's arms. Looking up at the person, I saw that it was Zander. He smiled down at me; I smiled up at him. He motioned for me to follow him, so I did. I had nothing better to do.
Outside, he sat down on a motorcycle. I didn't know what kind it was, considering that I'm not very machine literate, but it was midnight blue with black racing stripes. It looked really cool.
"So, what are you doing here?" That's it? That's the greeting I get? After not seeing him for a week, this is what I get?
"I'm here to get away from my stupid family and this other guy I don't really like. I'll be staying at my aunt's for a while. How about you?" Brilliant. I sound absolutely brilliant. He is very cute today though, his dark hair kinda spiky and he's wearing a leather jacket and it looks like he doesn't have on any of his bandages. "Oh, I come here all the time. This is a place I come to think and get drunk." He smiled at me. Motioned for me to get on the bike. As I come closer he hands me an extra helmet and instructs me to hold on tight. And then we're off. What a rush! I have no idea where he's taking me, but I don't much care. Just as long as I'm anywhere away from my normal life.
Almost a half-hour to 45 minutes later, he stops. Puts on the kick stand and gets off the bike. Before I can take off the helmet I've got on he takes it off for me. Zander puts the helmet on the back of the bike with his and then, with one hand, he softly brushed some of my hair out of my face. I don't think that I've ever been touched that softly before. Ever, by anyone. I stare up at him. He's got a smile on his face that I've never seen before. It's softer, more, I don't know. I've just noticed his hand is still touching me. Cradling the back of my head, his fingers curled into my hair.
He lowers his head and I feel my breath hitch, and his lips barely touch mine and he says, "come on. We'll go for a walk." Zander moves away, and helps me off the bike. (A/N: You know I really thought they were gonna kiss. Guess not.)
So we walk. I'm looking around at our surroundings and he's brought me to a beach. The cool water is lapping at my feet (we took off our shoes near the bike) and suddenly he stops. We're about a mile away from his bike. He puts his arms around me holds me. His cheek is resting against the side of my forehead. We stand there for a while. Then we sit. I sit between his legs. His arms never leaving me.
I think I've died and gone to heaven. Seriously, if this is what it feels like to be on Earth and to be in someone's arms, then I don't even want to think about how much better Heaven will be like.
Fin.
A/N1. Sorry this took so long to get up. I'm kind of not very good at thinking outside of school.
Thanks a bunch to my beta: Becky!
See you all on the flip side!
P.S sorry this is so short! I did promise some people I'd update before I left the state, so here it is. I'm sure the next chapter will be longer. In fact, I'm going to make it twice as long as this one.
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see
always gotta gotta be me and free
right or wrong
you'll be gone
well I've heard it all before and I'm tired of the lies
I tried
I wont compromise
you're a thousand miles away
draining under my flooded veins
take away the strain
I don't think that you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
of fallin' behind
don't wanna to wonder and cry again
and I just wanna say
stop, go on
I have thrown it all away
reachin' over a cloudy day
and I'm on my way
cast my shadows all aside
creepin over into the sky
shining brighter
I feel alive
I don't think you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
of fallin behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again And I just wanna say
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see
always gotta gotta be me and free
carry on
run along
frustrated by you, typical you do I'm tired and through, renew Living on with out you I don't think you know
I'm about to let you go
before I put you away
one more thing I've got to say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I've fallin' behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again
and I just wanna say
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I'm sick of you again
I'm thinkin' no oh
I'm not sorry
and I don't wanna worry
I've fallin' behind
don't wanna wonder and cry again And I just wanna say
stop
go on [x2]
I'm never gonna be what you wanna see Always gotta gotta be me Living on with you gone
-Lillix, "Sick" (A/N: these are the correct lyrics. I got them off of the pamphlet thing in the CD. No matter what you find on the Internet, these are correct. Thank you.)
(Drasculs' POV) I sighed. I'd been trying to get Amanda to pay attention to me for the past hour and a half! I'd cooked a brilliant dinner (if I do say so myself), I'd gotten candles, set the table, bought her candy and flowers! I'd done everything! Everything! I didn't get it. For a while there, she seemed to care, and then I'd said something about humans (or mortals) and how they are stupid and weak and act like cattle. What was so wrong about that?
Then, she had stormed out of the room in that form-fitting, white dress that fit all her curves. Man! Did she know how to walk!
(Amanda's POV: kinda) Amanda practically ran to her room. Tore off that stupid dress. She, almost literally, threw on her flared, blue jeans, and a white tank top. Grabbed her jean jacket (A/N: which goes past her fingertips and there are holes for her thumbs. Just because I like that look.), cell phone, money and ran to the door.
She was going to get out of here NOW. She had decided not to come back for at least a week. They had her cell number if they needed her. She was out of here. She'd live with her aunt for a while, no questions asked. That's why her aunt was one of her favorite people, she knew what it was like, that's why she'd given up being a Fate.
SO, anyway, I had just gotten out of there and was walking around thinking of what to do before I went to my aunt's and then, I saw it. It was perfect. Filled with people and they were all happy.or drunk. You could barely move because of all the bodies bumping and grinding. So I went in. I was soon dancing and moving with the crowd and as I moved through the crowd to the bar I was pulled into someone's arms. Looking up at the person, I saw that it was Zander. He smiled down at me; I smiled up at him. He motioned for me to follow him, so I did. I had nothing better to do.
Outside, he sat down on a motorcycle. I didn't know what kind it was, considering that I'm not very machine literate, but it was midnight blue with black racing stripes. It looked really cool.
"So, what are you doing here?" That's it? That's the greeting I get? After not seeing him for a week, this is what I get?
"I'm here to get away from my stupid family and this other guy I don't really like. I'll be staying at my aunt's for a while. How about you?" Brilliant. I sound absolutely brilliant. He is very cute today though, his dark hair kinda spiky and he's wearing a leather jacket and it looks like he doesn't have on any of his bandages. "Oh, I come here all the time. This is a place I come to think and get drunk." He smiled at me. Motioned for me to get on the bike. As I come closer he hands me an extra helmet and instructs me to hold on tight. And then we're off. What a rush! I have no idea where he's taking me, but I don't much care. Just as long as I'm anywhere away from my normal life.
Almost a half-hour to 45 minutes later, he stops. Puts on the kick stand and gets off the bike. Before I can take off the helmet I've got on he takes it off for me. Zander puts the helmet on the back of the bike with his and then, with one hand, he softly brushed some of my hair out of my face. I don't think that I've ever been touched that softly before. Ever, by anyone. I stare up at him. He's got a smile on his face that I've never seen before. It's softer, more, I don't know. I've just noticed his hand is still touching me. Cradling the back of my head, his fingers curled into my hair.
He lowers his head and I feel my breath hitch, and his lips barely touch mine and he says, "come on. We'll go for a walk." Zander moves away, and helps me off the bike. (A/N: You know I really thought they were gonna kiss. Guess not.)
So we walk. I'm looking around at our surroundings and he's brought me to a beach. The cool water is lapping at my feet (we took off our shoes near the bike) and suddenly he stops. We're about a mile away from his bike. He puts his arms around me holds me. His cheek is resting against the side of my forehead. We stand there for a while. Then we sit. I sit between his legs. His arms never leaving me.
I think I've died and gone to heaven. Seriously, if this is what it feels like to be on Earth and to be in someone's arms, then I don't even want to think about how much better Heaven will be like.
Fin.
A/N1. Sorry this took so long to get up. I'm kind of not very good at thinking outside of school.
Thanks a bunch to my beta: Becky!
See you all on the flip side!
P.S sorry this is so short! I did promise some people I'd update before I left the state, so here it is. I'm sure the next chapter will be longer. In fact, I'm going to make it twice as long as this one.