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13. It's Real

I'm Yours ~ The Script

Sabrina's point of view...

Everytime he holds me
Everytime we kiss
I know its real

I think of him now
So perfect and right
And I know its real

And when all prevails
We'll still have each other
Cuz its better than perfect
It's real

The warmth in his hands
The brush of his lips
The look in his eyes
It's real

Our love grows deep
With each passing day
A sorrow overturned
Real

A special word for him and me
A special bond they all can see
It's love

It holds us fast
It's meant to last
It's real

I was never the sappy-love poem-writing kind of person. It was just thoughts I was writing down. So if you wanna start calling me names like "lovey-dovey poet", think again. It's all Mom's fault anyways--she got me the diary to write my "inner-most thoughts" as she put it.

Well, technically, if I'm to go blaming people, it's Puck's fault for giving me that stupid CD. I know, who uses CD's nowadays? But aparently, 4000-year old fairy-boys do.

Title? Top Ten Songs For Her Ugliness. Can you say "rude"? But still, the actual songs made up for it. When I first popped the CD in an old CD player Uncle Jake got me, I nearly cried. Honest to goodness. That's how overwhelmed I was. 'Cause it's true: when you cry, it's because of overwhelmth not sadness. Or happiness. Strictily overwhelmth.

Anyways, back to the story.

So I put in the CD, press the play button, and instantly, the room is enveloped by Puck's voice.

"Listen, Brina. As in, really listen--dont throw the CD and the player out the window in case it's set to explode with goop at any moment 'cause that prank was so last week."

Hearing this, I shot murderous glares at the CD player, remembering the day clearly. That day, I had tried to get the radio part of the CD player to work and got sprayed with disgusting mixtures of green, lime, and purple goop. Took two days' washing to get that stuff off my skin and out of my hair.

"As you know," he continued, "I'm not that great at talking to people about feelings and stuff. I mean, I try, since a king has to at least try, but still. Anyways, I'm learning that I can express myself through music--since I'm taking these guitar and singing lessons at school--which you already know about. Remember when your dad recommended them to get me to focus on something other than you? Well, haha, it worked. A bit... I mean, don't worry, you'll always have my heart," he rushed; I smirked. "But I figured he was right. I had to concentrate on something other than us for a minute or two of my life. And guess what substitute I came up with? Well, wadya know? Us..."

He chuckled as I smiled to myself.

"As I was saying, I can express myself through music now. I'm learning how to play a lot of songs, and lately every song's lyrics I learn seem to get me thinkin of you. So here are a few I picked out. It's me on guitar and on base. So yeah, this is what I call 'Songs for Her Ugliness' or was it 'Top Ten Songs'? Ugh, just listen, dogface."

I couldnt help noticing his insults were done more in affection and seemed effortless. But who's complaining?

The first song started up.

"You were always hard to hold," he stated up. And I couldnt believe it, he was right.

"So letting go aint easy
I'm hanging on but growing cold
While my mind is leaving.

"Talk, talk is cheap
Give me a word you can keep..."

I stood there and let his surprisingly deep voice wash over me; he was the hitting cords now, gaining momentum.

"Cause you're halfway gone and I'm on way
And I'm feelin, feelin, feelin this way
Cause I'm halfway in but dont take too long
Cause I'm halfway gone, I'm halfway gone..."

Afterwards followed The Everglow by Mae, If It Means a Lot to You by A Day To Remember, Dear Bobbie by Yellowcard, I Must Be Dreaming by The Maine, and Life Without You by Chris Daughtry. But the best was saved for last. Oh, you wanna know what song it was?

Sorry, can't tell you.

Oh, fine. Just read on...

I waited for Daughtry's voice to fade, expecting another song. But instead, Puck's voice came back on again.

"So what'd ya think? Best guitarist in the world? But wait, the best part's not over yet."

What in the world does that fairy boy have planned this time?

"Look out your window..." And so, I do--girl of curious nature that I am.

And trust me when I say that I did not expect it at all. I mean, really. What I saw was the farthest thing from my mind—literally.

Parting the white frilly window curtains Mom insisted I have for the winter, I opened the window out to see...

Puck.

And vines. Leaves and branches. In winter--in New York City?

What the hell?

The vines wrapped all around the balcony that leads to the apartment building fire escape, with Puck right in the middle--right outside my window. With a guitar. Carefully, I checked all around the area in case of missing anything he might have pulled at the last minute. Satisfied from lack of anything odd, I turned to look in his eyes--his deep blue-green eyes that make me feel as if I'm drowning in their depth and yet as if I'm engulfed in sea air, flying through the clouds, all at the same time.

"I'm speaking from the heart here, Brina. Everything I say is the truth, in some form or way," he says.

Then the angel strikes a cord, parts his lips, and starts singing.

"You've touched these tired eyes of mine
And mapped my face out line by line
And some how growing old feels fine…"

So he doesn't mind it? Having to grow old for me, with me? Although his voice does sound pretty good. Pretty good? Who am I kidding, he's brilliant! Must have gotten voice lessons too...

"I listen close for I'm not smart," he said, a bit softer than the previous stanza. I snorted.

"You wrap your thoughts and works of art
And there hanging on the walls of my heart.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours—"

"You sure when you said everything's the truth?" I asked, wondering about the 'I may not look like much' part. I stopped abruptly as he shushed me and continued with an evil eye, mouthing 'dont ruin this' between stanzas.

"And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.

You healed these scars over time
And braced my soul, you loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life--"

Aw... I mean, that's what Daphne would say. But then again...his angel? Does he really mean that?

"The day the news came, my best friend died
My knees went weak, and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes--"

Always. To protect me through everything. Even though I act like a bitch at times, trying to be independant and all.

"I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.

And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours..."

"Always," I whispered softly, but just loud enough for him to hear. And he must have, for the next thing I knew--as I closed my eyes to apreciate the pure bliss--I felt a pair of soft, warm lips against mine. Soft at first. Then built up, moving against mine as we slowly kissed in synchronization--two souls combined as one.

And guess what...?

It was better than perfect.

It was real.

A/N: Reviews, anyone?

~Ly