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Author's Note: Woahwoah! Halloween dance tonight. Before I leave I wanted to update because I probably won't have a chance to over the weekend.
Tap-dancing horses, floppy-haired boys, and HUUUUUGE THANK YOUS go out to;
pyrotechnist
releasethepants
medicatedlives
jewsicax
glindapsawyer
this_girl_was
SingYourLungsOut
they pwn. fo' real.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Niki FM
I'm outside of your window with my radio. You are the only station. You play the song I know. You are the song I know.
-Hawthorne Heights
---
Emi's POV
"Love
I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are...
I groaned as Peter Gabriel's voice filled my room. 7 AM is too early for humans, especially lazy humans like me, to be awake. From under my comforter I reached for my alarm clock. Sighing, I hit snooze and turned to my side.
Strangely enough, the music continued to play.
"...In your eyes
The light, the heat
In your eyes
I am complete...
I peeked out from my mess of sheets and realized that the sounds were coming from outside.
Sleep usually took precedence over everything, but in this case curiosity got the Best of Me. I got out of bed and decided to check it out.
Opening my window, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Pete was wearing a brown trench coat and holding a stereo over his head. Patrick was standing in back of him, plugging his guitar into an amp. Andy was sitting behind his drum kit, and Joe was slipping his guitar over his head.
Once Pete saw that everyone was set up, he placed the stereo off to the side, slipped off the coat and picked up his bass.
Guitar riffs filled the air and drumsticks pounded. The melodies were unfamiliar, so I assumed that it was a new song.
Patrick took me away from my thoughts as he stepped up to the mic started singing his heart out.
"I loved everything about you that hurt
So let me see your moves, let me see your moves
Lips pressed close to mine
True blue"
With every word that Trick sang, Pete's eyes were locked onto mine.
"But the prince of every failing empire knows
That everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Speechless, I stood there and continued watching.
"Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone"
Upon hearing this, I mentally punched myself for not answering his calls.
"Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you..."
By the way my knees went weak and words got caught in my throat, Pete wasn't the only one who was suffering from "allergies."
"I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figured I'm not figuring myself out"
As Patrick sang the refrain, I tried to wrap my head around the situation. Pete had managed to combine my love of John Cusack, the Starting Line and live music.
"Born under a bad sign
You saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
Cross my heart, hope to die
Splintered by the headboard in my eye
Photo booth kisses I remember so well"
"Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you..."
As the last notes faded into the air, all four of them looked up at me with anticipation. For a moment I just stood there, trying to take it all in.
From my window’s ledge, I carefully pulled myself onto the tree across from my room. Maneuvering around the small branches that jutted out, I eventually made it onto solid ground.
"Emi, I--"
"Pete, you talk too much," I said, cupping his face in my hand. Before he could get another word out, I pressed my mouth against his. As we linked pinkies, I could feel him smiling into the kiss.
Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his.
"You're my John Cusack."
"I'm glad you think so," he said, smiling. "For a second I thought we'd have to do 'Pretty In Punk' too."
I laughed. He smiled. We kissed.
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Sorry to say it, but there's only one chapter left in the story. If you wanna read, RATE, REVIEW and or AIM me @ Disast3rous and I just might post the end.
(yeah, I know I'm evil.)
Tap-dancing horses, floppy-haired boys, and HUUUUUGE THANK YOUS go out to;
pyrotechnist
releasethepants
medicatedlives
jewsicax
glindapsawyer
this_girl_was
SingYourLungsOut
they pwn. fo' real.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Niki FM
I'm outside of your window with my radio. You are the only station. You play the song I know. You are the song I know.
-Hawthorne Heights
---
Emi's POV
"Love
I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are...
I groaned as Peter Gabriel's voice filled my room. 7 AM is too early for humans, especially lazy humans like me, to be awake. From under my comforter I reached for my alarm clock. Sighing, I hit snooze and turned to my side.
Strangely enough, the music continued to play.
"...In your eyes
The light, the heat
In your eyes
I am complete...
I peeked out from my mess of sheets and realized that the sounds were coming from outside.
Sleep usually took precedence over everything, but in this case curiosity got the Best of Me. I got out of bed and decided to check it out.
Opening my window, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Pete was wearing a brown trench coat and holding a stereo over his head. Patrick was standing in back of him, plugging his guitar into an amp. Andy was sitting behind his drum kit, and Joe was slipping his guitar over his head.
Once Pete saw that everyone was set up, he placed the stereo off to the side, slipped off the coat and picked up his bass.
Guitar riffs filled the air and drumsticks pounded. The melodies were unfamiliar, so I assumed that it was a new song.
Patrick took me away from my thoughts as he stepped up to the mic started singing his heart out.
"I loved everything about you that hurt
So let me see your moves, let me see your moves
Lips pressed close to mine
True blue"
With every word that Trick sang, Pete's eyes were locked onto mine.
"But the prince of every failing empire knows
That everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Speechless, I stood there and continued watching.
"Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone"
Upon hearing this, I mentally punched myself for not answering his calls.
"Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you..."
By the way my knees went weak and words got caught in my throat, Pete wasn't the only one who was suffering from "allergies."
"I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figured I'm not figuring myself out"
As Patrick sang the refrain, I tried to wrap my head around the situation. Pete had managed to combine my love of John Cusack, the Starting Line and live music.
"Born under a bad sign
You saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
Cross my heart, hope to die
Splintered by the headboard in my eye
Photo booth kisses I remember so well"
"Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you..."
As the last notes faded into the air, all four of them looked up at me with anticipation. For a moment I just stood there, trying to take it all in.
From my window’s ledge, I carefully pulled myself onto the tree across from my room. Maneuvering around the small branches that jutted out, I eventually made it onto solid ground.
"Emi, I--"
"Pete, you talk too much," I said, cupping his face in my hand. Before he could get another word out, I pressed my mouth against his. As we linked pinkies, I could feel him smiling into the kiss.
Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his.
"You're my John Cusack."
"I'm glad you think so," he said, smiling. "For a second I thought we'd have to do 'Pretty In Punk' too."
I laughed. He smiled. We kissed.
-----
Sorry to say it, but there's only one chapter left in the story. If you wanna read, RATE, REVIEW and or AIM me @ Disast3rous and I just might post the end.
(yeah, I know I'm evil.)
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