The song is Perfect Two by Auburn. I did change some words to match more of a guy singing it than a girl though. Words like boy changed to girl, princess to prince, anything that refers directly to a girl singing instead of a boy.
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Two years ago (14 years old)
"Come on Fang, it's just a song."
"I can't, I don't know how."
"Just write your feelings out on paper, it's that easy."
"It is not that easy. I don't know how to write my feelings on paper, that's something that you do. I give up." Fang throws the pen and paper that he had been holding for the past twenty minutes onto the bed.
"No, no-"
"I can't do it."
"Yes, you can." I insist and move from the roll-y chair to the bed next to Fang. I pick up the fallen utensile and force them back into his hands.
"This is pointless." He sighs and I smile at him.
"If I could do it, so can you. So what are you feeling right now?"
"Annoyed... Frustrated... A little tired-"
"Oh my god." I groan and fall back onto the fluffy mattress. "You not even trying."
"I am, I really am." He insists so earnestly that I laugh.
"Then there is no way that you will be able to write a song."
"I told you." He almost seems to be gloating that he can't do something.
Now
"Hmm mmm oohoh yeah..." I hum while softly strumming my guitar. then sigh in frustration and throw it and my song book to the side.
I look at my blankets in longing, wishing that it was cool enough to burrow down inside and doze off into a much needed nap.
But the heat of summer is still in the air and already, a thin sheen of sweat makes my skin itch.
I stand from my bed and grab my skateboard and helmet on the way out my door and sluggishly make my way down the stairs. The soft murmur of the TV alerts me to the fact that Ella is dozing on the couch.
As quietly as I can, I go outside and shut the door.
I let my skate fall to the concrete in a clatter and hop on as gracefully as I can. Pushing off the ground, I make my way to the only skate park from here to the next town. Even with this fact, only about ten skaters are out and about, going over ramps or trying to perfect a new trick.
I go straight to the half pipe to just roll back and forth like a battering ram. The day's events had taken a toll on me and I'm to wiped to do much else or any more complicated tricks.
Just the air pulling at my clothes and hair is already making me feel a whole lot better.
But then his voice makes me fall.
I'm at the top of the pipe and my hand just comes in contact with the granite and I hold onto my board as I start the arch over the top when he calls out.
"Max!" On gut reaction I whip my head in the direction of the voice. The imperfection of form throws off the entire trick and my hand slips from its hold. And I'm falling, falling, and my shoulder makes contact with the hard rock half way down the slope. My body tumbles down the rest of the way until I come to a stop at the bottom.
Pain crawls through every bone in my body, and freezing my lungs so I can't suck in a breath.
"Max!''
I'm left staring up at the cloudless sky with blood trickling out of my agape mouth when his panicked expression appears above me.
My chest shudders as I'm finally able to suck in that much needed oxygen.
"Oww." I moan. "Best wipeout ever." Taking off my helmet, I turn onto my side with difficulty and cough before spitting blood onto the asphalt.
He laughs in relief before reaching down and assisting me to my feet. I hold on my aching arm as I glare at him.
"What are you doing here Fang?" He shifts uncomfortably under my cold gaze.
Finally he reaches out to touch my arm but I turn out of his way. He sighs in frustration and reaches for me again.
"Please?" His eyes, as well as his voice, are begging. For the fist time, I notice the guitar that he clutches by his side. His white knuckles tell me he is nervous.
Good.
I relent and let him take my arm and lead me out of the skate park. I know immediately where he's taking me after just a few turns. He leads me across the busy street and into the soft grass of the park.
We continue past the swings, then the playground, until we enter the forest and stop at a tree.
It was our tree, the one that has our names carved into it along with Ari's and Iggy's and Gazzy's and Nudge's and Ella's. We all climbed the tree to carve our names but Fang's and I's were the highest, always trying to top the other. I had just finished scratching the X when my foot slipped and I fell ten feet to the ground. I went to the hospital with a broken arm.
I find it kind of funny how he is dragging me back out here with a freshly busted shoulder.
He releases me and takes a seat against the trunk. I stand there defiant for only a moment before I sigh and fall to my butt beside him. To my displeasure, my skin tingles when our legs brush.
"So um, I wanted to tell you why I did what I did, and I know it's still unforgivable, but I want you to know that I regretted it as soon as I walked away. I was just to stubborn to say sorry."
I sigh. "Go ahead Fang, I kind of do want to know what was going through your head."
"Well, first off, I never had a crush on Lisa. Sure she was pretty and all that, but I was caught up in awe of how someone could seem so perfect. I didn't want to believe that she had done all the stuff that everyone talks about." He fiddles with his shirt and looks up past the treetop and to the azure sky.
"I honestly don't know why I reacted like I did, even if I could tell you, it would never be a good enough to excuse what I did to you. Maybe because I could never see you hurting someone? I don't know, and it doesn't matter anymore. What I'm trying to say is-" He takes a deep breath and I know that he is sucking up a lot of his pride. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for not listening, for leaving you there all alone, and I'm sorry for not being a good friend." He looks me in the eyes when he says this.
I'm silent for a few deadening seconds and I can see him start to get anxious.
Then I smile. "Okay."
He blinks. "Okay?" He looks so lost and confused.
"Okay." I confirm. "I forgive you."
He gives me a quizzical look. "Just like that?"
"Just like that." My smile widens at his cute bafflement. "I got my revenge, you apologized and grappled at my feet, that's all I need. All is forgiven."
"...oh."
"Do you want me to not forgive you?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"No! No, thank you for forgiving me. It's just, I thought it would be so much harder because your so stubborn."
I roll my eyes. "Your my best friend, even if you cut off my hand I would forgive you- though you would be in for a butt load of revenge."
"No worries there, you get to keep both of your hands."
"Good to hear, because you know the saying, 'A hand for a hand'."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's 'An eye for an eye'." He smiles at me and I easily return it.
"Same difference. So what's with the guitar?" I ask brushing my hand down its neck and Fangs dark eyes light up.
"Oh!" He fumbles around in his pocket and pulls out a wrapped box. I recognize it as the one I shoved under my bed. "I, uh, found it behind your porn stash."
I smack him hard in the stomach. "You and I both know that the only stash I have of, is candy." I take it from him.
It's small and slightly frayed, fitting easily in the palm of my hand. I glance at him, then carefully tare the paper to reveal a blue velvet box, one that you would find jewelry in.
I raise an eyebrow at him before opening it.
A blush rises on my cheeks as I pull out the simple necklace. Attached to the thin silver chain is a simple flat metal heart. An M is carved on the front and an F on the back.
He studies my face intently and seems satisfied by my reaction.
"There's more." He says quietly and I set the necklace to the side and pull out a folded piece of paper that was stuck to the bottom.
I have time to read Perfect Two as the title before he starts to play a steady tune on his guitar. To be honest, I had completely forgotten that he was still holding it.
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain
And I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date
You can be the hero
And I can be your sidekick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you 'cause girl you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
'Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
'Cause you're the one for me, for me
And I'm the one for you, for you
You take the both of us, of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
You can be the princess and I can be your prince
You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as we're together
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you 'cause girl you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
Cause your the one for me, for me
And I'm the one for you, for you
You take the both of us, of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
You know that I'll never doubt ya
And you know that I think about ya
And you know I can't live without ya
I love the way that you smile
And maybe in just a while
I can see me walk down the isle
'Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
'Cause you're the one for me, for me
And I'm the one for you, for you
You take the both of us, of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
Yeah, yeah
I take a shuddering breath as he finally finishes singing, voice sweet and low, and look up from the paper. He sang it word for word. He wrote me a song. He actually wrote me a song.
This paper was in the present before we even had a fight so he is completely serious. I look deep into his eyes looking for anything that might tell me that this is a joke or he might somehow be regretting any of it.
And when all I see is unwavering sincerity, the paper and gift fall from my lap as I lunge forward and grab his face in my hands.
My lips catch his with bruising force and making our bodies jerk. His hand fly to my waist after pushing the guitar from out between us and pulls me closer until I fall into him.
My skin erupts in fire where he touches me and my heart is beating so fast I think that it might fail to beat at all as our lips move fiercely against one another.
Then I lesson the pressure and pull back a millimeter to gasp in a much needed breath. I rest my forehead against his for support and play with the hair on the base of his neck as I try regaining some composure.
Finally I allow my eyes to flicker open and study his features.
I brush my fingers along his jaw, to his chin, and then trace his lips when his eyes finally flutter open.
A smile forms on his face, one that I return shyly.
"Do you love me?"
"Always." He responds with such finality that I grin.
This was the last chapter my dear readers. Just the short epilogue next and the story is finished. It will be up by next Friday.
Please let me know what you think. I was going to do something really different with this chapter and I had planned to do it since I first came up with this story, but I started to doubt it the closer I came to the chapter it would happen.
I'm really glad that I decided to not write it that way. It wouldn't have fit at all.
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-Fantasy