(A/N: Hello people, it took over two months to fix my laptop! It. Was. Awful. Barring Christmas of course. That was pretty nice, my cat played with all the wrapping paper and I got to eat pie. Anyway, I'm back now and ready to write until my fingers fall off! I don't own Ouran, the song I use as the title, or anything really. Enjoy!)
Chapter 4: Anything But Ordinary
"Oh, Tamaki, my dearest Tamaki, why are you so beautiful?"
"So that I might catch your eye for even just one second!"
"Kill me now…" Sam muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as she observed the cheesy lines Tamaki was dramatically delivering. She was too tired for that nonsense; she was practically nodding off as she waited for her next group of clients. More fan-girlish squeals drew her attention to Haruhi's area just in time to hear that Haruhi looked, "Just like a girl" in her kimono. Sam held back a snicker at that.
She herself was in a blue and black kimono with her hair in a ponytail similar to Tamaki's. It must have suited her, because her clients were already squealing as they arrived at her area.
"How's-"she couldn't quite hold back an eye-watering yawn "-how's it going, ladies?"
After squealing about her "adorable" exhaustion, they answered.
"Well, thank you!"
"What about you, Sam-kun?"
"Yes, you look positively exhausted!"
Sam smiled slightly at the genuine concern from her guests. "I've just got a lot my plate, ladies. Well that, and the fact that my parents have yet to remember the time difference and have been calling me in the early hours of the morning." She yawned again, this time actually cracking her jaw a little.
"Oh, you poor thing!"
"You can rest if you like, we don't mind!"
"I could-" Yawn. "-couldn't do that to you all." She replied, but felt her eyes closing against her will and her consciousness slipping away…
##Kyoya POV##
Kyoya heard quiet squeals and coos. How odd. He looked up and noticed a rather large group of ladies gathered around Sam-san's area. Perhaps he should see what was happening.
Closing his notebook, he made his way over to his newer and infuriatingly mysterious classmate. The crowd parted for him and he saw the cause for the interest. Sam was asleep. He was going to tell him off, but what he noticed next stopped him. There were dark circles under his classmate's eyes and he was even paler than normal with exhaustion. Why didn't he notice earlier? He asked himself accusatorily. Then again, how could he notice when Sam was always so full of life and always ready with a witty comeback during their almost daily banter? Then again, he had noticed that the American would wince ever so slightly when a door was slammed and was always discreetly observing his surroundings since that fateful day they had found out about the threat from KNIFE. He was still beating himself up over that. How could he have been so careless as to leave traces of his searches? He had grown over-confident in his skills and now one of his friends (and they were indeed friends now) is in mortal danger. Surveying Sam again, he also noted how peaceful and… beautiful his classmate looked. Almost like a girl. Only years of perfecting his mask kept the blush away from his face.
Just then, he noticed the others gathering near the door and the twins taking to someone outside the room. He should probably make sure they didn't scare away another guest.
##Back in Sam POV##
What is that god-awful screeching?! Sam mentally snarled as she was startled awake. She was PISSED. She turned to the door to see some bitch screaming insults at Tamaki. She stood, dangerous scowl in place along with her 'you-better-have-a-damn-good-life-insurance-policy' glare, and walked directly over to the banshee just as Tamaki fell at the last insult.
"Excuse me, Miss, but you just interrupted the first sleep I've gotten in two days AND insulted one of my friends. Could you maybe, civilly and in an indoor voice, explain what the fucking hell you want so that maybe I won't decide to-" Sam was growling when she felt the combined efforts of Mori pulling her back and Kyoya covering her mouth so that she wouldn't complete her threat. The girl with iron lungs was shaking and the rest of the hosts had anime sweat drops on their foreheads and slight looks of fear on their faces.
Kyoya spoke, his hand still covering her mouth, "Sorry about him, Miss….wait, could you be-"
"It's you! Kyoya!" The shrieking demon stepped on Tamaki to glomp onto Kyoya, which had him widen his eyes with shock and release my mouth. "How I've longed to meet you, my one true Prince Charming!"
For some reason, this angered her even more. How dare this girl just waltz in and leech onto her Kyoya?! Wait- when did he become 'her' Kyoya? Fuck! Sam decided to ponder this later when she had had more sleep, and went over to Tamaki who was still on the floor.
"Are you alright, Tamaki-san?" she asked, offering a hand to help him up.
Tamaki smiled and took it, "I'm fine, my son. I've got to ask though, was that really the first sleep you've gotten in the past two days?"
She smiled sheepishly and fiddled a little with her lip ring before answering, "Yeah, I've just been really busy lately. Most nights I only get 3 or 4 hours of sleep, but last night my parents called me right when I was finally going to go to bed. We got into a bit of an argument and I was so worked up I couldn't sleep. The night before that, I accidentally spilled coffee on my homework right after I had finished it so I had to re-do all of it."
And really, her parents had been consistently calling her at all hours of the night reminding her to keep her guard up, her grades up, and asking her if their lesson about a poor musician's life had sunk in yet. Last night she had snapped and told them that she was safe no thanks to them, her grades were perfect no thanks to their constantly calling her in the middle of the freaking night because they couldn't be bothered to call her at a time that worked for all of them, and that she was doing just fine in her apartment THANKS to their lack of caring in her life thus far. For some reason, they didn't like that very much. Funny that. Tamaki was looking at her dark expression with worry filling his expressive eyes.
"I'll be just fine, boss!" She reassured him, using the twins' nickname for him and ruffling his hair with an impish expression.
Just then, they made it over to the couches and Sam heard the words "fiancé" and "Kyoya." Sam froze. WHAT?! Tamaki was sulking.
"Why is he sulking?" Hikaru sighed.
"Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy!" Kaoru smirked.
"Whatever. Why does everyone insist on referring to us as husband and wife?" Kyoya was not amused. Sam sure as hell was, she smirked at him plotting devious things in the future and he rolled his eyes.
Once again, Renge (as the banshee apparently had just introduced herself), went off on a rant about how her and Kyoya's "romance" was how she fell for him after watching him admire flowers (um-what?) and rescuing an injured kitten (Is this bitch serious?!).
"Is she serious?!" The twins exclaimed. That was weird.
"Um...maybe you have the wrong person-" Haruhi started kindly, but was cut off.
"No way, I know my love anywhere! He's just like the character in the popular dating sim 'Uki Doki Memorial!' He's my real-life Ichijo Miyabi!" Renge shrieked.
"Uki-" Haruhi said.
"Doki-" Hunny muttered.
"OTAKU!" Tamaki yelled in terror.
"OTAKU!" Hikaru also yelled.
Mori just looked confused.
"I've never seen one before!" Kaoru exclaimed.
"Well, it DOES explain the shrieking and rather insane delusions on her part." Sam muttered.
Renge was running around shrieking with hearts in her eyes while Kyoya came to a realization, "I get it now. You love that character; you're projecting that love onto me, and somehow deluded yourself into thinking that we were engaged. I'm assuming that this Ichijo character wears glasses too, right?"
"Wait- so you're not really engaged?" Tamaki asked.
"Well, no. I don't recall ever asking her hand in marriage-" Sam let out an almost in-audible sigh of relief, the others sweatdropped at the admission. "-in fact, today's the first time I've ever met the woman."
The others gave him a Look, but Sam just rolled her eyes. It was just like Kyoya to string them along like that while he was pondering something else.
When Renge started spewing nonsense about her being our "Lady Director," Sam decided to tune her out and pulled out her black journal to continue working on the song she had been working on the past couple of weeks. She read over the starting lyrics she had written.
Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out.
I laugh myself to sleep; it's my Lullaby.
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Work was even better than usual that day, because Sam could finally afford a guitar to replace the one her parents had taken from her. When she got home, she spent the next few hours fine-tuning her song she had finished the lyrics for during club hours. She hastily ate some ramen and then collapsed onto her bed.
Despite the fact that she was bone-tired, all she could do was think of when Kyoya had become "her" Kyoya. When had she started liking him as more than a friend? More importantly, what the hell was she going to do about it? She was masquerading a boy, for crying out loud! She couldn't just walk up to him and say, "Hey, so I'm actually a girl and I like you. Do you feel the same?" Um, no. For one thing, she'd get disowned if her parents got wind of it. For another, Kyoya would want proof which would probably expose her to the others. He would think that she was insane. What if he didn't return her feelings? How could he when he thought that she was a boy?! Damn her parents! This was all their fault. It was their fault that she couldn't go out with her snarky, smart, cunning, hot, and subtly caring Kyoya! Eventually her exhaustion won out over her internal tirade and she finally went to sleep for a few blissful, uninterrupted hours of peace.
####
Sam had been having a relatively good day. Her parents hadn't called her, so she got a full night's rest for the first time in almost two weeks. The weather was nice on her ride to school. She was on a post-song writing high. Then she got to the club room to find Tamaki okaying the idea of Renge being our lady manager because Haruhi according to him "needs a feminine influence" She had to hide her insulted feelings, because no one actually knew that she was a girl. Also, she couldn't really be a feminine influence because she had to keep up her boy charade for the forseeable future. Renge then came in with some burnt cookies. Tamaki was delighted at the "ladylike behavior" and Renge irrationally yelled at him again. Then she turned toward Kyoya.
"…but I know just what you're going to say, Kyoya! 'Anything Renge bakes is delicious!'" Renge squealed.
Honey took a bite of one and said, "She wasn't kidding, these are really burnt!"
Mori told him, "Spit that out, Mitsukuni. It's bad for you!"
Renge then chased the two around in a rage until Sam "accidentally" tripped her.
"I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going." Sam said with no expression on her face. Renge huffed and stalked away to observe the club.
"Thanks, Sam-kun! She was being really scary!" Honey said once Renge was out of earshot.
Sam blinked at him with faux-innocence, "What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything." Then she smirked.
Mori rolled his eyes fondly and ruffled her hair. Just then, there was a commotion on the other side of the room. Sam walked over to where the twins were being creepers to Haruhi to bug Tamaki and raised an eyebrow at the twins. They smirked.
"LUKE WARM! ALL OF YOUR CHARACTERS BESIDES KYOYA ARE LUKEWARM!" Renge yelled at them accusingly.
The others were shocked and somewhat hurt, but Sam was angry. Who the hell does she think she is? She doesn't know us! All she's doing is stereotyping us. Fuck this shit; I'm going to write out the chords for my song. As Renge continued to rant, Sam walked over to a couch and pulled out her notebook. She did, however, look up when her name was called.
"Sam-sempai! You'll also be bullied, but it will be because you're a thuggish foreigner!" Renge proclaimed, like her word was law. Oh, hell no! Deep breaths, Sam, deep breaths! Killing her won't help anything; it will only get you in jail.
"Kyoya-sempai, please tell us you're going to put a stop to this!" The twins begged.
"Why? The boss seems up for it." Kyoya asked with a slight smirk on his face.
"Because Sam-sempai-"
"Looks like he's going to-"
"Murder or maim Renge." The twins replied in tandem.
"He won't if he wants to continue helping Haruhi with her debt. Also, this could be interesting." He replied, giving her a look.
Why did she like him again?
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Haruhi and Sam were being chased through the forest when Haruhi tripped over a root.
"Go on Sam-sempai, save yourself!" Haruhi said urgently, while backing up against a tree.
"No. I'm not leaving you to deal with this alone!" Sam replied fiercely, but with a note of fear in her voice. She heard the crack of a stepped on branch and turned around, placing herself between Haruhi and the threat.
"You can't run forever. Let me show you what happens to those who cross me." Honey said with a dark expression that looked completely out of place on his face. Kind of like child Voldemort.
"No, Mitsukuni. You know when you're hurting them you're really only hurting yourself." Mori told the boy.
"Y-yeah, leave us alone!" Sam stated defiantly. Honey's eyes narrowed even further.
"Shut up, Gaijin! It really pisses me off when people try to live above their stations-" suddenly Honey's eyes widen and he snapped back to his normal appearance and mannerisms. "I'm so sorry Sam-kun, Haru-chan!"
He then ran and glomped us.
"Cut, cut, CUT, CUUUT! STICK TO THE SCRIPT!" Renge shrieked.
Yes, we are actually making a god-damned movie.
"Crazy bitch." She muttered. A passing film crew member bit back a snort. The film crew was from America, as well.
Sam walked over to the twins and Kyoya as she toweled off the fake rain. Haruhi followed her.
"How did we go from changing our characters to shooting a movie about them?" Hikaru questioned.
"And why is there an entire film crew?" Haruhi asked as well.
"Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don't you recognize the director? He directed the vampire movie 'Millenial Snow.'" Kyoya replied.
"And she's making me be a translator whenever she can't get her point across." Sam growled. It was irritating as all hell.
"And another, why does this stupid script have Kaoru as the pitcher?" Hikaru asked indignantly.
Sam was suddenly fighting laughter, but Haruhi's question set her over the edge.
"What's a pitcher?" she asked innocently. Sam was rolling on the ground with laughter. Kyoya rolled his eyes, but smiled ever-so-slightly at his classmate's laughter. The twins smirked evilly.
"Why don't you ask Sam-sempai?" The suggested simultaneously.
Sam, gasping for air, said, "Tell ya what, Haruhi. Google it."
Haruhi had another scene to film, so she left.
"Sempai, that's evil." Kaoru said, with an evil grin.
"Well, I could have told her to go to 'Urban Dictionary.'" She replied with a smirk. That actually got the twins to blush.
"So how did you know, Sempai?" Hikaru asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders.
"Harry Potter fanfiction." She replied without shame.
They looked at her oddly when she heard a commotion.
She ran around the corner to see Tamaki holding the son of a gang leader against the wall and Haruhi crying.
"Haruhi, are you alright? Do you need to be taken to the nurse?" Sam asked franticly, barely keeping her voice low pitched.
"I'm fine, Sempai. Let him go, Tamaki-sempai. Renge started this." Haruhi said, rubbing her eye.
After being released, both shady students left. Haruhi then lectured Renge about judging people, which Renge promptly ignored to ask the film crew if they had gotten the scene. Then Haruhi said it was just her contact when Tamaki made a big deal of her being able to cry without tear drops. After that, Kyoya smashed the lense of the camera.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be a record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around here, Renge. Please stop being such a pest." Kyoya said with a cold expression. Sam could barely contain a vicious grin.
"But- but you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me that everything will be alright! Why aren't you being my sweet Kyoya?" Renge whined.
"Because that isn't Kyoya." Tamaki replied.
"You should get to know people better." Haruhi said with a kind expression.
####
Sam felt all day like someone was watching her. Not just the fangirls, but someone with malicious intent. Whenever she glanced around, she couldn't find anyone though. She did notice Kyoya editing the film, though before the club was set to open.
Just as he stood up, she walked over and murmured, "When do you plan on telling the others that just because you damaged the lense doesn't mean that the footage is no good?"
He smirked. Just then, Sam noticed a glint over his shoulder and without thinking swung Kyoya out of the way right as a bullet broke through the glass and pierced her side. She fell back and coughed out, "Son of a futhermucking whore!" The others were yelling, Kyoya was sitting on the floor with a shocked expression for a full thirty seconds before he snapped into action.
"Mori! Go alert security! Tamaki, alert the chairman! Hikaru, Kaoru, call an ambulance! Haruhi, Honey get some towels and warm water!" Kyoya barked out before turning to Sam.
"I'm going to need to open your shirt to get a better look at the wound, Sam." He said more gently than she had ever heard him.
"Okay, but you're going to have to keep this quiet. All of you." She gasped out. Her side was bleeding rather quickly and it hurt like a BITCH.
"What-?" Kyoya asked furrowing his brow as he unbuttoned the shirt before he saw the bindings and his eyes widened and he blushed. The others had come back and saw, too.
"Fucking-*cough* Perfect! Look, I am a girl. My parents didn't want a target and are sexist assholes so I had to- *cough* -and still have to be a boy. Got that?" Sam gasped in her normal voice, meeting Kyoya's steel grey eyes that were thick with concern and shock before passing out.
##I debated about ending it here, but I decided to be nice.##
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Well that is an annoying noise. Does it mean that I'm alive? Sam wondered as she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Then she sneezed. It looked like someone had bought out an entire flower shop. And she had a sneaking suspicion of who. It was dark out, but the machines hooked up to her alerted the doctor to her return to consciousness.
"Hello, Patient-san. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked.
Hm. So Kyoya kept her secret. She replied, "Like I want to beat the crap outta whoever did this to me."
"I think not. You have been unconscious for almost two days and still have a long way to go before you are fully recovered. The bullet just grazed one of your lungs, and if you hadn't turned in the exact way that you did you would be dead right now." The doctor said with a stern expression.
"Okay, doc. So how long am I stuck in here?" She replied faintly. I was that close to death.
"If you rest and there are no complications, you can be released the day after tomorrow. After that, you will have to limit your activity until we deem fit to remove your stitches." He replied firmly, and then smiled slightly. "Now, why don't you rest some more? Visiting hours begin in a few hours and there are seven very anxious young men awaiting your company." And he left.
Sam stared at the wall. This was going to be a long couple of hours. She wasn't one who could go back to sleep after waking up. She also had nothing to do.
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"Sam-chan!" Honey cried when he saw her, Mori was holding him back from glomping her.
"Mori, you can let him hug my good side." She said with a soft smile. She had a huge soft-spot for Honey. He was just freaking adorable and sweet.
"Sam-chan! We were all so worried!" Honey cried, while gently clutching her left side. She stroked his hair.
"It'll take more than some idiot with crap aim to take me down!" She replied, more bravely than she felt.
"My darling daughter!" Tamaki had just arrived with the others panting behind him.
The seniors had obviously been in the first car.
"I'm fine. The doctors stitched me up really well." Sam placated her excitable classmate with another wry smile. She tried to sit up, but a stabbing pain in her side told her that that was a crap idea.
"You should stay lying down, Sam." Kyoya softly ordered. I smiled bitterly at that a bit.
"I've been so bored in here. There's nothing to do but look at the flower shop you all purchased for me. Thanks for that by the way, but a single black calla lily would have done the same without making me sneeze!" She replied grinning at the twins' and Tamaki's sheepish grins. Haruhi rolled her eyes at them.
"I told them that it was too much." She told me.
"Thanks for the effort, Haruhi-chan. Now that this isn't awkward, would you like to sleep-over at my apartment some times?" Sam asked, having always wanted to have a sleep over with a friend who was also a girl.
"We would all love to-" Tamaki cheered, before Sam cut him off.
"Boys aren't allowed, idiot." Sam said with a flat expression. The twins snickered.
"So, sempai-"
"How did you-"
"Hide that chest of yours? It's-"
"Much larger than Haruhi's." The twins asked in their sometimes irritating tandem-speak.
The others blushed, and Tamaki was about to scold them when she replied, "A sports bra and a hell of a lot of bandages."
The twins joined the others in a blush, not having expected her to answer. "It takes a lot more than that to make me blush, you twits. Like I told you two before, I read Harry Potter fanfiction, and that fandom has some strange people in it."
The others sweat dropped.
"I have to tell you all that it's a relief to be able to use my normal voice around some people at least. Not that it wasn't a great vocal exercise or anything." Sam stated to get rid of the awkward silence.
"That was rather impressive, Sam." Kyoya commented with a slight smile. Her heart stuttered a little. Along with the beeping. Dammit.
"It comes with years of singing." She quipped.
"You sing?" Tamaki asked. "I thought you only played guitar."
"Well, I couldn't exactly sing in a female voice around guests now could I?" She replied simply.
"Could you sing something for us please, Sam-chan?" Honey asked with puppy eyes. She looked at the others who were also looking at her hopefully. Fuck.
"Okay, but only a couple bars. I don't think heavy singing would agree with my stitches and I usually like to have accompaniment." She said before rifling through songs in her head.
"Whoa, Whoa
I'm always gonna be
The last one standing
Whoa, Whoa
'Cause I'm never
Gonna give up trying
And now I'm ready to go
I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be
The last one standing"
(A/N: "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan. Sam sang it an octave or two above the original.)
She coughed a little afterwards, but they still applauded. Kyoya was looking at her rather intensely.
"Wow, you have a lovely voice! Doesn't she, Takashi?" Honey exclaimed.
"Yeah." He replied with a slight smile.
"That was really cool, Sempai." Haruhi smiled.
"Next time, Daddy shall accompany you on piano!" Tamaki exclaimed through happy tears.
"Actually, there is one song that I have always wanted to sing but never could get an accompanist for because of security reasons." Sam said thoughtfully, the others looked at her shocked that she didn't shoot Tamaki down. Speaking of which, her classmate was vibrating in his chair.
"It'll have to wait until I'm healed up a bit more because it's pretty intense, but we should definitely do that some time Tamaki." Sam said with a grin.
Just then, it was announced that visiting hours were ending.
"Haruhi, could you come here for a moment?" Sam asked.
"Sure, Sempai. What do you need?" Haruhi asked.
"Could you bring me my guitar? And I think I left my black notebook in the club room." Sam asked, this was something she could only trust Haruhi with. She wouldn't look in her notebook.
"Sure thing, Sempai! I'll see you tomorrow!" Haruhi replied with a smile.
##Haruhi POV##
Haruhi had been carrying her hurt Sempai's guitar around with her all day and had just gone by the club room to grab the journal when she realized that she had a problem.
There were two identical black journals sitting next to each other in the Second Year's area of the room.
Hoping for the best, she just grabbed one.
##Kyoya POV##
He sighed. In his rush to get to his family vehicle, he had forgotten his black notebook. He would have left it, but he need to write down the doctor's exact orders for Sam so that he could quote them to her when and not if she tried to break them. Of course, he still needed to inform the others of the KNIFE situation discreetly. He unlocked the club room, grabbed the notebook, and placed it in his bag.
##Back in Sam POV##
"Thank you." Sam said emphatically to Haruhi who had just handed her her notebook and guitar gently. She would look at her notebook after they left. Right now, it was time to cure her guitar of its loneliness. She started playing the chords behind her old song that she had sang for them yesterday. It was rather interesting to hold the guitar away from her torso to protect her side.
"I take it that that's the music behind the song you sang a part of yesterday? I don't believe you ever told us its name or who it was by, by the way?" Kyoya asked curiously.
"It is. The song's called 'Last One Standing' and I wrote it a couple of years back." Sam replied in a slightly proud voice. She didn't want to brag, but how could she not take pride in her work?
The others looked at her in shock.
"Y'know, I wasn't just whistling Dixie when I told my guests that I want to be a musician!" She exclaimed.
"Whistling-"
"-Dixie?"
"…it's an American expression. It means that I was just making it up to sound cool." Sam explained.
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The others left, and Sam finally opened the notebook. Inside were neat calculations, notes, and business ideas.
"Shit."
##Kyoya POV##
He was speaking to the doctor and pulled out the notebook. A quick glance at the untidy English in it told him that it wasn't his, but he scrawled the doctor's orders anyway reasoning that it would help Sam remember them anyway. He'd investigate the contents further when he got home.
At home, with a translation site pulled up on his laptop he started typing.
Hours later, he was astonished. Sam was as organized as him when it came to plans and calculations. She was legitimately creating a plan for becoming a musician. Rubbing his eyes, he plugged in the last pages of the notebook, which appeared to be a song.
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give in to me(A/N: I changed this line slightly)
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent suculent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
He was blown away. And hoping it was directed towards him.
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(A/N: Holy crap! This is over double the length of my normal chapters. Granted, it did have more that needed to happen than the others….it doesn't change the fact that my fingers are sore. Soothe them with reviews please? *Honey shows up with puppy-dog eyes and a pout* Thanks for reading!)