This takes place in the 2nd season, since Jackson found the guitar.
Disclaimer: I don't own "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain, or Flight 29 down. Shame. If I did, Jackson would stop flirting with Taylor! (Second Season)
Everyone was seated around the fire. Lex was half asleep, Daley was talking to Nathan, and Taylor and Eric were arguing. Melissa was trying to break them up, until she looked around.
"Hey guys," she said. "Does anyone know where Jackson went?" She took another look around.
"I don't know. Maybe he went to bed?" Nathan responded. Melissa shrugged. "Wait. I thought he said he was going to get something. Don't worry, Mel. He'll be back." Nathan said, yawning, and returning to his conversation with Daley.
Melissa continued to calm Taylor and Eric, but she heard a faint noise. A… Musical noise. "Shh… do you hear that?" Everyone stopped. Including Taylor and Eric, who were bickering about how stupid the opposite one was. And Melissa looked around, until she saw someone on the log next to her. Jackson. His icy blue eyes penetrated her. He smiled.
"What's a campfire without a campfire song?" He said, pulling the guitar onto his lap. He said something under his breath, but Melissa couldn't quite hear what. He started strumming the guitar.
The strands in your eyes
That color them wonderful
Stop me
To steal my breath…
Everyone smiled. Including Lex, who was already leaning on Daley.
Emeralds from mountains
Thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Daley yawned, her eyelids halfway closed. She finally leaned on Nathan, who blushed furiously, but pretended like he didn't notice. Melissa grinned at him. He gave her a look.
And tell me, that we belong together
Dress it up, with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
Hanging from your lips
Melissa gazed at him. He didn't seem to notice. She blushed when he looked at her, and she turned.
Instead of the gallows, of heartache, that hang from above…
And I'll be your crying shoulder
Ill be love's suicide
And I'll be
Better when I'm older
I'll be
The greatest fan of your life
Daley opened her eyes. "Well, Lex and I should go to bed. Were falling asleep. Great song. Night." She yawned, then got Lex and carried him to bed. "Night Daley," Melissa said.
Rain falls
Angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake
in my bed
You're my
survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive
not dead
"Well, chief. Im gonna head out too," Eric said. "And," he said, looking at the sleeping Taylor on the log, "I guess I'LL have to take her." He rolled his eyes. "Good Night."
Tell me, that we
belong together
Dress it up,
with the trappings of love
I'll be
captivated,
I'll hang from
your lips
Instead of the
gallows, of heartache, that hang from above…
Nathan looked at Melissa and Jackson. And smiled. "Im going to bed. See ya in the morning." Melissa's eyes got wide. She bit her lip.
And I'll be your crying shoulder
Ill be love's suicide
And I'll be
Better when I'm older
I'll be
The greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out
Burned up,
Fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in
Turned on
Remembered the things that you said
Jackson looked at Melissa. She was staring into the fire. She looked up and smiled at him.
And I'll be your crying shoulder
Ill be love's suicide
And I'll be
Better when I'm older
They looked at each other again. They turned away from each other, and then looked back. (Double take! Haha!)
I'll be
The greatest fan of your life
And I'll be your crying shoulder
Ill be love's suicide
And I'll be
Better when I'm older
I'll be
The greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life
Greatest fan of your life
They looked at each other AGAIN and leaned in a bit closer… and kissed. Melissa opened her eyes and slowly pulled back.
She kissed him.
They both blushed, and then leaned once more.
Melissa looked toward her tent. "Well… goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
Melissa came into the tent when Daley was getting into her sleeping bag. "You were out there for a while. Did Jackson's song have a good ending?"
Melissa looked up. "Yeah," She said softly. "Yeah it did."
My Very first Fan Fic! Yay! No flames, please. Only if it's CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM. Thanks:D