If I looked in your eyes
One, two, too many times
And memorized every word you said
Don't let it go to your head
Freddy Jones jumped out of bed as the alarm clock blasted Metallica's "Enter Sandman". He mumbled to himself, "great song," and proceeded to get ready. He put on his new Ramones tee, his beat up black converse sneakers and his torn up jeans. "Pretty nice," he though as he looked at himself in the mirror, "I wonder what Katie will think?" See, Freddy wasn't the only one who was in love with someone. He, himself, was in love with Katie Brown.
He had been in love with her for ages, ever since her mom got sick. He wanted to be there for her every moment of every day. And he was. It wasn't always love. It had grown from respect, to like, to love. He realized he loved her at her mothers funeral. As he held her hand, he swore to himself that he would always take care of her. Come hell or high water, he would always be there for that girl.
"Freddy Louis Jones! Get your late butt down here right now, or you're not going to have time to eat your cereal."
Freddy could only smile. He loved his mother, even as much as she yelled. Because, the more she yelled, the more he knew that she only wanted what was best for him.
"Coming mother dearest."
When Freddy arrived at school, he saw her walking down the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks and made a b-line straight for his locker. He fumbled the combination and pulled out the ratty notebook he wrote songs in. The song he was writing was for her. All of them were. This one was special. He was finally going to tell her, in this song, all he felt.
As I fumble for the words
Those three little words
The words that can change a man
As you've changed me
Those three distinctive words
That can bring down the world
I love you
"Freddy St. Louis Jones, how's it going?" Katie walked up to him after summoning up her courage for a good 5 minutes. Every time she wanted to talk to him, it took at least 10 minutes to get the right words together. "Katie James Brown, long time no see!" He gave her a hug, and in those quick seconds she took in everything. His smell, the feel of his t-shirt and the feel of his hands gripping her back. It was everything she wanted.
She then decided in that one moment, that she was going to tell him. She had to. It meant to much to her.
"Freddy, I have to tell you something. Would it be too much trouble to come by my house after school?"
Freddy got nervous but managed to sputter out a few words.
"Okay, that'd be great. I'll see you there."
He had decided he was going to tell her.