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Hi, this is a fic for a music challenge thing that I saw over on fanfiction. net, where you put your i-Pod on shuffle and write a story related to that song. You only have as long as the song goes on for, and then you have to leave it. I was bored and thought I'd give it a try. I did cheat a bit though and took longer than I was meant to to finish most of them, but I'm sure no one really cares. By the way, I'm sorry about the third one, while I was listening to the song and it was forming in my head it seemed a lot better than it turned out; I was going for sort of 'frantic, excited, scared, going a bit crazy' all rolled into one, but it just sort of came out 'already certified bonkers and a bit silly.' You'll see what I mean when you get there. Oh and also, I don't think I explicitly say it in all of them, but the POV is always Sophie. It just kind of turned out that way. And I just realised that they all appear to be in some sort of order with regards to Sophie and Sian's relationship...that also was not specifically intended, but I think that this proves that even my i-Pod thinks they should be together by giving me this order of songs...hmm this is a ridiculously long authors note, sorry, I hope you haven't got bored yet. Onto the fic.
Heaven’s Light: Disney-The Hunchback of Notre Dame
She sits over on the other side of the room, curled on the sofa, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, his lips moving, whispering to her ear, his fingers playing with her blond hair, running them through it as it fell back in waves against her neck. A pinkness rose in her cheeks as she looked down shyly, then up into his eyes, smiling at him, looking completely blissful in his arms, happiness radiating from her body. They looked like they were glowing.
I watched them from across the room, wishing for it to be my fingers caressing her hair, running my fingers through it, stroking her cheek, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her blush perfectly as she held my hand.
She looked over to me, her best friend, who would never, could never be anything more, and smiled, an angels smile, wanting to share the happiness and love she felt in that moment, and for just a second, when our eyes met, I felt the glow.
The Silence: Mayday Parade
Sophie held Sian as she sobbed into her shirt, releasing tears held back for so long. Her heart beat against Sophie as she reached for Sian’s hands to take them in her own shaking ones, telling her ‘He’ll come back, he loves you; he just made a mistake, that’s all.’ She felt her heart break and her soul die a little bit more as she said it. Sian looked up, her tearful blue eyes meeting Sophie’s, boring into her mind. She looked away, borrowing further into Sophie’s body. As Sophie felt Sian’s arms tighten around her middle, and breathed in Sian’s scent rising from her hair, she wanted to cry; she was only a substitute. Sian’s voice broke the silence, shaking slightly as she said ‘I know...It’s just...will he ever stop making mistakes?’ Sophie made a non-committal hum in her chest, tightening her arms for comfort, and as Sian snuggled into her to go to sleep, she found herself praying, however selfish it was, that Ryan would never stop making his mistakes, if only so that she could hold Sian in her arms again.
Same Dumb Excuse (Nothing to Lose): Forever the Sickest Kids
I’m going to tell you. Today! Now. I’m on my way, no, I can’t do it, I turn back, I’d rather jump off a cliff. But I’ve got nothing to lose, at least you’ll know and I won’t have to keep lying to you. I turn back around and walk, closer to you. Except I could lose you. I change direction again. Be brave, I tell myself, I was before I met you. I force myself and now I’m at your door. I knock and you answer. You laugh, saying I look terrified, like a deer caught in headlights. I barely hear you words, I’m too distracted by your smile. It fades as you realise something is actually wrong.
We’re in your living room, I don’t want to hold it in but the words aren’t coming out, my mouth won’t work, my heart pounds in my chest you must hear it, the blood rushing through my ears, drowning out all other sounds. You stop moving your mouth, your blue eyes fix on mine, your blond hair falling over them slightly. I realise I’ve said it. You smile.
Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah): Joan Jett
You’re too polite. I said I wanted to take it slow, and you agreed. But I know you want more. I do too, now. I can’t wait. I want you. But you’re kind and gentle and don’t want to rush me.
Our mouths mesh together, hands wander, under clothes and over skin, tongues move, fingers search and eyes slam shut. Then you stop. You look up at me, scared you’ve gone too far, your chest heaving. My knees either side of your hips, your hands resting under my top, skin on skin, just under my bra, paused in their journey upwards, as I lean over you with my arms holding me up.
‘Sorry,’ you whisper, ‘I didn’t mean to go so far.’ You sound distraught with the fear that you’ve hurt me or made me feel I have to do something I don’t want to do and I love you even more.
I lower my torso further, so I’m completely on top of you, your eyes watching my face as I move, your hands still hovering where they were, itching to move further. I kiss your neck as you arch into my touch. I move my lips to your ear, just touching it. ‘Don’t be sorry,’ I breathe. I pull away to look into your eyes and as my hands begin to trail your body again, realisation sparks in them. Your hands move upwards to tangle in my hair as our lips meet once more, our breath mixing as we fall over the edge together.
Can’t Help Falling in Love: Elvis Presley
Sophie watched Sian sleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully, her eyelids fluttering. Their lives swam through Sophie’s head, remembering everything, from their childhood friendship, the evolution of the friendship to love, and the fears that came with it, their first kiss, their first time, arguments. The memories flowed through Sophie’s mind, until they brought her back to the present, with Sian before her in their bed.
To them, it seemed that they had fallen in love quickly, feelings rapidly progressing from love for a best friend to love for someone who is the same but something much more. To others though, it had been clear that they had been in love for years, they just hadn’t recognised their feelings for what they were.
As she thought back, Sophie realised that it was inevitable that they would fall in love. They had been best friends from when they were about four or five, meeting in a park, on the slide, Sian trying to climb up while Sophie wanted to come down. They collided in the middle and fell onto each other.
Over the years, they assured others, especially their parents, who desperately tried to assure them otherwise, that they would get married one day, because that’s what people do when they love each other, and they didn’t need to find anyone new, as they already had each other. Boys were smelly anyway. Then they noticed boys in a different way, and were informed by society that they were meant to find a nice boy, fall in love, get married and have lots of children. They had laughed at how silly they had been, until their lives changed again when they found that the person they couldn’t stop thinking about was each other.
Now Sophie watched her wife as she slept in their bed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed in, a soft murmuring coming form her mouth as she began to stir herself out of sleep. Her eyes slowly opened and focussed on Sophie. Her mouth curved up in a small smile as her hand reached out to stroke Sophie’s cheek with her fingertips. Sophie smiled back, reaching up to hold Sian’s hand against her cheek as she thought how right their five -year-old selves had been; they didn’t need anyone else because they already had each other.
Heaven’s Light: Disney-The Hunchback of Notre Dame
She sits over on the other side of the room, curled on the sofa, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, his lips moving, whispering to her ear, his fingers playing with her blond hair, running them through it as it fell back in waves against her neck. A pinkness rose in her cheeks as she looked down shyly, then up into his eyes, smiling at him, looking completely blissful in his arms, happiness radiating from her body. They looked like they were glowing.
I watched them from across the room, wishing for it to be my fingers caressing her hair, running my fingers through it, stroking her cheek, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her blush perfectly as she held my hand.
She looked over to me, her best friend, who would never, could never be anything more, and smiled, an angels smile, wanting to share the happiness and love she felt in that moment, and for just a second, when our eyes met, I felt the glow.
The Silence: Mayday Parade
Sophie held Sian as she sobbed into her shirt, releasing tears held back for so long. Her heart beat against Sophie as she reached for Sian’s hands to take them in her own shaking ones, telling her ‘He’ll come back, he loves you; he just made a mistake, that’s all.’ She felt her heart break and her soul die a little bit more as she said it. Sian looked up, her tearful blue eyes meeting Sophie’s, boring into her mind. She looked away, borrowing further into Sophie’s body. As Sophie felt Sian’s arms tighten around her middle, and breathed in Sian’s scent rising from her hair, she wanted to cry; she was only a substitute. Sian’s voice broke the silence, shaking slightly as she said ‘I know...It’s just...will he ever stop making mistakes?’ Sophie made a non-committal hum in her chest, tightening her arms for comfort, and as Sian snuggled into her to go to sleep, she found herself praying, however selfish it was, that Ryan would never stop making his mistakes, if only so that she could hold Sian in her arms again.
Same Dumb Excuse (Nothing to Lose): Forever the Sickest Kids
I’m going to tell you. Today! Now. I’m on my way, no, I can’t do it, I turn back, I’d rather jump off a cliff. But I’ve got nothing to lose, at least you’ll know and I won’t have to keep lying to you. I turn back around and walk, closer to you. Except I could lose you. I change direction again. Be brave, I tell myself, I was before I met you. I force myself and now I’m at your door. I knock and you answer. You laugh, saying I look terrified, like a deer caught in headlights. I barely hear you words, I’m too distracted by your smile. It fades as you realise something is actually wrong.
We’re in your living room, I don’t want to hold it in but the words aren’t coming out, my mouth won’t work, my heart pounds in my chest you must hear it, the blood rushing through my ears, drowning out all other sounds. You stop moving your mouth, your blue eyes fix on mine, your blond hair falling over them slightly. I realise I’ve said it. You smile.
Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah): Joan Jett
You’re too polite. I said I wanted to take it slow, and you agreed. But I know you want more. I do too, now. I can’t wait. I want you. But you’re kind and gentle and don’t want to rush me.
Our mouths mesh together, hands wander, under clothes and over skin, tongues move, fingers search and eyes slam shut. Then you stop. You look up at me, scared you’ve gone too far, your chest heaving. My knees either side of your hips, your hands resting under my top, skin on skin, just under my bra, paused in their journey upwards, as I lean over you with my arms holding me up.
‘Sorry,’ you whisper, ‘I didn’t mean to go so far.’ You sound distraught with the fear that you’ve hurt me or made me feel I have to do something I don’t want to do and I love you even more.
I lower my torso further, so I’m completely on top of you, your eyes watching my face as I move, your hands still hovering where they were, itching to move further. I kiss your neck as you arch into my touch. I move my lips to your ear, just touching it. ‘Don’t be sorry,’ I breathe. I pull away to look into your eyes and as my hands begin to trail your body again, realisation sparks in them. Your hands move upwards to tangle in my hair as our lips meet once more, our breath mixing as we fall over the edge together.
Can’t Help Falling in Love: Elvis Presley
Sophie watched Sian sleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully, her eyelids fluttering. Their lives swam through Sophie’s head, remembering everything, from their childhood friendship, the evolution of the friendship to love, and the fears that came with it, their first kiss, their first time, arguments. The memories flowed through Sophie’s mind, until they brought her back to the present, with Sian before her in their bed.
To them, it seemed that they had fallen in love quickly, feelings rapidly progressing from love for a best friend to love for someone who is the same but something much more. To others though, it had been clear that they had been in love for years, they just hadn’t recognised their feelings for what they were.
As she thought back, Sophie realised that it was inevitable that they would fall in love. They had been best friends from when they were about four or five, meeting in a park, on the slide, Sian trying to climb up while Sophie wanted to come down. They collided in the middle and fell onto each other.
Over the years, they assured others, especially their parents, who desperately tried to assure them otherwise, that they would get married one day, because that’s what people do when they love each other, and they didn’t need to find anyone new, as they already had each other. Boys were smelly anyway. Then they noticed boys in a different way, and were informed by society that they were meant to find a nice boy, fall in love, get married and have lots of children. They had laughed at how silly they had been, until their lives changed again when they found that the person they couldn’t stop thinking about was each other.
Now Sophie watched her wife as she slept in their bed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed in, a soft murmuring coming form her mouth as she began to stir herself out of sleep. Her eyes slowly opened and focussed on Sophie. Her mouth curved up in a small smile as her hand reached out to stroke Sophie’s cheek with her fingertips. Sophie smiled back, reaching up to hold Sian’s hand against her cheek as she thought how right their five -year-old selves had been; they didn’t need anyone else because they already had each other.