Collide
Title: Collide
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, Collide is Howie Day's.
Summary: They finally collide.
AN: Soooo cheeeesy!
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how else I can put it. I knew from the moment I saw him that there was something special about him. I knew there was something that was bound to happen between him and me.
I knew it from the first moment I saw the light in his eyes. He was so far away from me, but now he’s so close. I can hardly believe how lucky I am. I reached out across the space between us on the bed to touch his face. His features didn’t move.
I smiled and cuddled a little closer to him, feeling the warm rays of the sun peeking through the slats of his blind to lie on our faces. His eyes cracked open.
The dawn is breaking,
A light shining through.
You’re barely waking,
And I’m tangled up in you.
“Hey,” he croaked out to me. I grinned.
“Good morning,” I greeted him.
“You’re awfully chipper.” He reached out, as he always did, for his pack of cigarettes. I watched him put one in his mouth. The first time I’d seen him light one up was after that first concert.
I had babbled on and on, trying to sound cool, knowing I was failing. He stood quietly, indulgently. Just when I thought that he was going to turn and walk away, telling me over his shoulder how nice it was to meet me, he invited me out for a drink.
I’m open,
You’re closed.
That simple beer had turned into a whole night together, getting wrapped up in one another’s life and words. That one night and turned into a whole life. I couldn’t keep myself away from him now.
I went anywhere he told me. I did anything he wanted me to do. All he had to do was say one simple word to me. I knew then that I was a goner, I was lost to him. I belonged to him, and him alone.
Sometimes I got scared. I worried that he would decide that I was annoying, strange, weird, too much of a fan boy. I worried that I wouldn’t get to spend another day with him.
But that never happened. Never at all.
Where I follow,
You’ll go.
I worry I won’t see your face,
Light up again.
I could not imagine my life without him. It was strange, I thought as I rolled onto my stomach. Before meeting him I never thought that I could fall in love, to say nothing for falling in love with a man.
But here I was. I glanced over at him, sitting against the headboard, blowing smoke rings towards the ceiling.
He looked at me and smiled.
“It’s good to see you in the morning.” He said softly. I smiled before leaning up to take a nicotine flavored kiss from him.
Even the best fall down sometime,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme,
Out of the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow find,
You and I collide.
The skater was, without a doubt, the most wonderful thing that I have ever encountered in my life. I watched him, lying on my bed watching me. I knew that he thought I was still asleep.
His best moments were when he thought he was alone. These were the only times that he was really still. Every other time, his mouth was working, his body moving. It was like he was scared the world would disappear if he even looked away for even a second. It was endearing.
I couldn’t lie, though. Sometimes it worried me. He was so loud, and I thought that maybe he would be tired of my silence. I thought he might want someone who could speak with him.
I’m quiet,
You know.
You make the first impression.
And then I first stepped into his home. I was everywhere. I was on the walls, I was on his clothes, and I was in his jukebox. It was almost like I lived there already.
I won’t pretend that it wasn’t flattering, because it certainly was. The strangest part was that this was all sincere. I knew that I was plastered on the walls in the bedrooms of thousands of girls.
But I also knew that those girls would move on from me to at least a certain degree. Sure, they’d probably always love me, but the hero worship would not, could not always remain.
And here it was in the house of this young man. It made me pause. I remember him standing behind me, shyly.
“I like the décor,” I said with a smile. His blush had made me melt, made me want to take him into my arms right then and there. It was beautiful, the way he thought about me.
I didn’t want to let him down.
I’ve found I’m scared to know,
I’m always on your mind.
I don’t know why I ever worried about something like that. In his eyes, everything I did was perfect. There was nothing that could be done that could stop him from loving me the way he did.
And I was glad about that.
Never in my life had someone loved me so completely. I liked the way it felt. I liked going to bed knowing that he would be there when I woke up in the morning, with that same look still in his eyes.
I put out my cigarette and reached over to pull him towards me. He nestled against my chest as I nuzzled his hair, inhaling the pure scent that was his own. Sometimes, in the spaces that we stretched out when I didn’t see it, I’d be walking down the street.
Someone would pass me by, and their scent would drift into my nose. It would remind me of him, and I’d turn my head, not daring to believe it. Of course, it was never him. I knew when I started doing that, looking for him in places he could not be, that I loved him.
Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the stars refuse to shine.
Out of the back you fall in time,
Somehow find,
You and I collide.
“Where are you going?” I asked when he made to slide away from me.
“Up. Before someone comes and finds us.”
“What do you care?” I asked, just as I did every morning. This refrain had become a part of our pattern. I sort of liked it.
“Don’t you do whatever you want?”
“Yeah,” he sank back down.
“I guess I do.”
Don’t stop here.
I lost my place.
I’m close behind.
The two boys snuggled back down into the bed, smoke hovering above their heads. They pulled the blankets up to their chins and enjoyed the presence of being in one another.
“I love you,” the blue eyed one said softly.
“And I love you,” the green eyed one replied solemnly.
Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Out of the doubt that fills your mind.
You finally find,
You and I.
Collide.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, Collide is Howie Day's.
Summary: They finally collide.
AN: Soooo cheeeesy!
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how else I can put it. I knew from the moment I saw him that there was something special about him. I knew there was something that was bound to happen between him and me.
I knew it from the first moment I saw the light in his eyes. He was so far away from me, but now he’s so close. I can hardly believe how lucky I am. I reached out across the space between us on the bed to touch his face. His features didn’t move.
I smiled and cuddled a little closer to him, feeling the warm rays of the sun peeking through the slats of his blind to lie on our faces. His eyes cracked open.
The dawn is breaking,
A light shining through.
You’re barely waking,
And I’m tangled up in you.
“Hey,” he croaked out to me. I grinned.
“Good morning,” I greeted him.
“You’re awfully chipper.” He reached out, as he always did, for his pack of cigarettes. I watched him put one in his mouth. The first time I’d seen him light one up was after that first concert.
I had babbled on and on, trying to sound cool, knowing I was failing. He stood quietly, indulgently. Just when I thought that he was going to turn and walk away, telling me over his shoulder how nice it was to meet me, he invited me out for a drink.
I’m open,
You’re closed.
That simple beer had turned into a whole night together, getting wrapped up in one another’s life and words. That one night and turned into a whole life. I couldn’t keep myself away from him now.
I went anywhere he told me. I did anything he wanted me to do. All he had to do was say one simple word to me. I knew then that I was a goner, I was lost to him. I belonged to him, and him alone.
Sometimes I got scared. I worried that he would decide that I was annoying, strange, weird, too much of a fan boy. I worried that I wouldn’t get to spend another day with him.
But that never happened. Never at all.
Where I follow,
You’ll go.
I worry I won’t see your face,
Light up again.
I could not imagine my life without him. It was strange, I thought as I rolled onto my stomach. Before meeting him I never thought that I could fall in love, to say nothing for falling in love with a man.
But here I was. I glanced over at him, sitting against the headboard, blowing smoke rings towards the ceiling.
He looked at me and smiled.
“It’s good to see you in the morning.” He said softly. I smiled before leaning up to take a nicotine flavored kiss from him.
Even the best fall down sometime,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme,
Out of the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow find,
You and I collide.
The skater was, without a doubt, the most wonderful thing that I have ever encountered in my life. I watched him, lying on my bed watching me. I knew that he thought I was still asleep.
His best moments were when he thought he was alone. These were the only times that he was really still. Every other time, his mouth was working, his body moving. It was like he was scared the world would disappear if he even looked away for even a second. It was endearing.
I couldn’t lie, though. Sometimes it worried me. He was so loud, and I thought that maybe he would be tired of my silence. I thought he might want someone who could speak with him.
I’m quiet,
You know.
You make the first impression.
And then I first stepped into his home. I was everywhere. I was on the walls, I was on his clothes, and I was in his jukebox. It was almost like I lived there already.
I won’t pretend that it wasn’t flattering, because it certainly was. The strangest part was that this was all sincere. I knew that I was plastered on the walls in the bedrooms of thousands of girls.
But I also knew that those girls would move on from me to at least a certain degree. Sure, they’d probably always love me, but the hero worship would not, could not always remain.
And here it was in the house of this young man. It made me pause. I remember him standing behind me, shyly.
“I like the décor,” I said with a smile. His blush had made me melt, made me want to take him into my arms right then and there. It was beautiful, the way he thought about me.
I didn’t want to let him down.
I’ve found I’m scared to know,
I’m always on your mind.
I don’t know why I ever worried about something like that. In his eyes, everything I did was perfect. There was nothing that could be done that could stop him from loving me the way he did.
And I was glad about that.
Never in my life had someone loved me so completely. I liked the way it felt. I liked going to bed knowing that he would be there when I woke up in the morning, with that same look still in his eyes.
I put out my cigarette and reached over to pull him towards me. He nestled against my chest as I nuzzled his hair, inhaling the pure scent that was his own. Sometimes, in the spaces that we stretched out when I didn’t see it, I’d be walking down the street.
Someone would pass me by, and their scent would drift into my nose. It would remind me of him, and I’d turn my head, not daring to believe it. Of course, it was never him. I knew when I started doing that, looking for him in places he could not be, that I loved him.
Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the stars refuse to shine.
Out of the back you fall in time,
Somehow find,
You and I collide.
“Where are you going?” I asked when he made to slide away from me.
“Up. Before someone comes and finds us.”
“What do you care?” I asked, just as I did every morning. This refrain had become a part of our pattern. I sort of liked it.
“Don’t you do whatever you want?”
“Yeah,” he sank back down.
“I guess I do.”
Don’t stop here.
I lost my place.
I’m close behind.
The two boys snuggled back down into the bed, smoke hovering above their heads. They pulled the blankets up to their chins and enjoyed the presence of being in one another.
“I love you,” the blue eyed one said softly.
“And I love you,” the green eyed one replied solemnly.
Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Out of the doubt that fills your mind.
You finally find,
You and I.
Collide.