Dark-birdie: hey guys, back again! Anywho, yah, this story was just stuck in my head for a while, just never had the nerve to put it down on paper…until I finally did which means that I did get the nerve because I put it down on paper…well, technically on the computer, but same diff…

This Crazy Love Story- First Song

"My god Rath, can I go home now?"

"But Ruuuuune, you said you'd listen to my song."

"I said and I did, FIVE TIMES…"

"I'm just trying to make it perfect."

"It's already perfect, can I go home now?"

"Hmph," Rath gently leaned his acoustic guitar against his desk, then got up from his seat, combing back his crimson red hair with slender fingers. He made his way to his bed, where the mess of blonde hair was sprawled out on his bed, face down.

POKE.

Poke poke poke poke!

"Rath…if you don't stop that insistent poking this instant…" Rune turned over, hair parting this way and that to reveal his face in the blonde mess, "I will never let you copy my notes again." The pattern of Rath's blanket was imprinted onto Rune's face, along with a bit of yellow strands of hair, due to hours of lying face down on his friend's bed, listening to a usually lovely song five times.

"I'm just telling you that you can go now," said Rath, giving his friend one last poke in the face.

"YES!" Rune sprung up in the bed, grabbing up his stuff on the disorganized room floor. When he was but a moment's breath away from the door he halted as his friend spoke up once again.

"Do you…want to stay for dinner?"

"ARGH!" Rune spun around only to be greeted by huge puppy-dog eyes. 'One of these days I WILL say no…' he sighed. "Fine…" He couldn't help it. He'd do anything his friend asked him too, because he just couldn't reject the crimson-haired boy's pleads. The fact was, Rath's parents left him to go off traveling. All they did that seemed to have to do with a speck of love for their child was send him money to support himself. And even that they weren't doing anymore. For some odd reason they stopped sending money since last new years.

And thus…Rune stayed; like every other night he was to "come over" only to listen to "one song"

"Okay!" exclaimed Rath, seemingly surprised. "Be RIGHT back!" He scrambled up from the bed, half slipping on a misplaced piece of binder paper on the floor, and disappeared behind the door.

'I HAVE to be less nice…' Rune plopped back down onto the bed, causing a few molecules of dust to scatter. "Let's see what he's got here…" Grabbing some random paper off the floor, he sat up straight and stared at it with a bored stare.

Lyrics. Rath's lyrics, to be exact.

'They're actually pretty good…' thought Rune to himself, grabbing more random papers off the floor and scanning them, too. A particular one caught his eye.

On that day you left, I just waved good bye as usual

As if we were to meet again in this city

To believe in love is to not lose to myself

But I already have…

And until my wish comes true, I'll remain with no smile

And look at the stars, praying, and will be here

I'm still living in this city without you

Because I feel that that's the one thing I can do now

Will my voice reach you?

I couldn't say those overflowing feelings for you

Whenever I look up, I want to feel

That I'm not alone even if I'm far away

I hope…let there be a place I can return to

His blue eyes wandered towards the date printed in tiny scrawl at the bottom of the paper.

'December 25, 1991…' He knew the date well, after talking about it with Rath once. It was something he could never forget, even though it wasn't even about him. 'The day his parents left…' Yes, Rath's parents had indeed left him to be alone in their cold and lonely house on the boy's fifth Christmas. 'I can't believe he wrote this when he was only five…' thought Rune to himself, 'I can't believe he kept it, too…'

"GRILLED CHEESE FOR EVERYONE!"

Rune hurriedly jabbed the tiny scrap of paper into his pocket as Rath burst into the room, carrying a plate of slightly charred and burnt grilled cheese sandwiches.

As they both ate their, er, "edible" food, Rune thought about the song that he had found once again.

"Rath?"

"Hn?"

"Why do you like to sing so much?"

"Well…" He spun around in his chair a couple of times, thinking to himself quietly. "It makes me feel better? And…" He stared at the ceiling for a while, "Well…I wanna become well known! Like famous. Because you know, all the fame and fortune and stuff! The easy life!"

Rune could hear the lies in his words, "That's not really the reason you want to become famous, is it?"

"…" He cast a sad look at the floor, "Well, maybe if I become well known…my mom and dad will notice me and come back home…" He stood up and took the plate from the table. "Well, enough gloomy talk! I bet you're parents are wondering where you are."

"Uh, yeah…sure," And again, at the moment he least wanted to leave, he was given his queue to go.

And so Rune left the house with a disturbed mind, but thoughts of unfinished schoolwork and feeding his pet bird soon overcame him, and he ran the rest of the way home.

Leaving his friend alone in an empty house with no one to talk to except for the growing emotions in his heart.

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dark-birdie: wee! Chapter one and done! didn't really get into the basic story outline there, but now you know his background/ past stuff. Don't forget to r&r!