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P.S. This is about 3 years later. (So, Beth is like 16.)
Chapter 9
Love.
I sat at the grand white piano beautiful and classic, and let my light pink colored fingers dance.
He put it on me, I put it on,
Like there was nothing wrong.
It didn't fit,
It wasn't right.
Wasn't just the size.
They say you know,
When you know.
I don't know.
I didn't feel
The fairytale feeling, no.
Am I a stupid girl
For even dreaming that I could.
If it's not like the movies,
That's how it should be, yeah.
When he's the one,
I'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning
And that's just the beginning, yeah.
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say it's hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
If it's not like the movies,
That's how it should be.
When he's the one,
He'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning,
And that's just the beginning.
'Cause I know you're out there,
And your, your love came for me.
It's a crazy idea that you were made,
Perfectly for me you'll see.
Just like the movies.
That's how it will be.
Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending.
It's not like the movies,
But that's how it will be.
When he's the one,
You'll come undone,
And your world will stop spinning,
And it's just the beginning.
I heard applause. I quickly swiveled around.
"Good job" Finn said, a grin on his face.
"I think it's still choppy." I said, embarrassed.
Rachel quickly walked in behind him. "No, no, Beth, it was really good!"
Finn walked toward the piano.
"Beth, you just turned sixteen. I know that your father would have liked to sing this song to you. And I feel honored that I can. Rach?"
Rachel quickly handed him a small packet of papers that she had hidden behind her back. They were song sheets, no doubt.
He started pushing keys in perfect order to make a beautiful melody. Mine was nothing compared to it. Finn then started belting out lyrics, Rachel singing background ever so sweetly.
Beth I hear you calling
But I can't come home right now
Me and the boys are playing
And we just can't find the sound
Just a few more hours
And I'll be right home to you
I think I hear them calling
Oh Beth what can I do
Beth what can I do
You say you feel so empty
That our house just ain't a home
I'm always somewhere else
And you're always there alone
Just a few more hours
And I'll be right home to you
I think I hear them calling
Oh Beth what can I do
Beth what can I do
Beth I know you're lonely
And I hope you'll be alright
'Cause me and the boys
Will be playing all night.
I felt streams running down my cheeks. Finn and Rachel both came to my side, and we had group hug.
I thought about what got me here. Why I was here, right now, at this very moment.
When my journey was over, I had kept in contact with them. Sometimes I would even come over for dinner with Mom.
Then, when I was fourteen, mommy got into the accident. To this very day, I still wish that I could've done something to stop her from leaving that day. Ever since then I have hated drunk drivers with a hardcore passion... The funeral was probably the worst part of it all. Watching the casket go silently into the ground was a wake up call. That was when it suddenly hit me.
I shook the negative thoughts away. Rachel told me not to think of that. She obviously knew that it had taken a huge toll on me. But I loved mommy so much. I always told Rachel "Well, what if it happened to one of your dads?" and then she just dropped it, without an answer.
The only one who kinda understood was Finn. His father died in Operation Desert Storm. I wasn't quite sure though if he was close to his dad, like I was close to my mom.
Since I had kept in contact with Rachel and Finn, they took me in when I was going to go into foster care. They became my "parents".
"Thank you." I said my voice almost a whisper. "It means so much to me, more than you could ever imagine."
Though I had sworn never to speak to Quinn Puckerman ever again, she and I had a mother, daughter bond, which was simply impossible to ignore. Three weeks after mommy's funeral I had gone to her house. We made idle chit-chat, which grew into deep conversation. She was my mom, and no one could undo that. Right then, I needed someone. Now, I don't talk to her much anymore. I have Rachel.
"I really do love you guys."
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