CHAPTER 2: FPOV
We went back to our motel room and got ready. We dressed in all black (nothing new, for me at least). I did a little more research on the computer and then called everyone to the table.
"Yo. So, there are seven floors. The first two are actually the fashion school. The upper floors are restricted, as are the east stairwells and the basement. That's all Itex. The plan is to get into the school, and then take the stairs to the basement, which is where the kids are. We free as many as we can, grab a laptop of some files and get the hell out of there. If we get caught going down there, we say we are new and got lost. If we get caught while springing the kids, we're gonna have to fight our way out." I explained.
"How are we getting out?" Gwen asked.
"Sewers." I replied.
"Oh joy." Gwen said sarcastically.
"Will you be able to find them?"
"Have I ever not?" Gwen said, cockily.
"Smart-ass." I muttered.
"You should be used to it."
I snorted, almost smiling.
"You need to play more often," Gwen said, quietly. "that's the only time you smile."
"We're playing tomorrow, right?"
"I don't mean for a crowd. I mean just play."
I gave her a sad half-smile.
"See? You don't smile, anymore."
"Yeah." I spoke quietly. "I know."
She nodded. "Well. Let's get going that way we can practice later."
"Why don't we practice now? We have an hour before we go."
"I didn't think you ran on a strict time schedule."
I chuckled. "I don't." I moved to pick up my guitar and started playing. I had written a lot of songs lately-guess what they were about? I had started writing, and I didn't know what it was. They were stories, but it wasn't a story. It was feelings. So then I decided they were songs. I learned how to play guitar, Gwen learned bass, and Riko was on the drums. A three man band. Ha.
I shook off my thoughts and started to sing.
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt, so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here
Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Pain, make your way to me, to me
And I'll always be just so inviting
If I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I finished the song and put my guitar down. I just sat there for a minute, and then I spoke.
"Come on. Let's go."
"God, you are so bi-polar! Why can't you make up your mind?" Gwen asked, frustrated.
"I do. And then I change it."
"And you say I'm a smart-ass?" Gwen muttered.
"Yup. Let's go."
She huffed, and I chuckled to myself, grinning.
"Oh my God! It's a miracle! You smiled! Who the hell are you and what have you done with the non-emotional Raven?" Gwen yelled.
"I am human."
She raised her eyebrow.
"Okay. I am 98% human. Better?" I restated.
"Yes."
I chuckled again. "Glad you believe in my humanity."
"Always." she said, smiling.
AN: What did you think? Oh, the song is That's What You Get by PARAMORE. NOT ME! I DON NOT OWN THE SONG! I JUST LOVE IT! Next up is raid. Don't worry this is a FAX fanfic. No Gwang, or anything…Gwang? What the hell is wrong with me? Nevermind. I'm rambling. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading.
-Haru