mcfly-slash ... Good Riddance
So, we're back to the angry kid and the theraputic writing it seems.
At the moment I just feel generally shite and I am in a constant bad mood so no surprise that I wrote something like the following.
Title: Good Riddance
Author: the angry kid
Rating: PG-13 (some bad words I suppose)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Anger
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Summary: It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right … I hope you had the time of your life
Disclaimer: no true, nope
Dedication: Cazzabum
Author’s note: The title and those two lines at the beginning and at the end of the story are shamelessly nicked from 'Good Riddance' by Green Day.
And the story is meant to be written in an angry way. Dunno if I really accomplished that though.
It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life
Do you remember us?
I hope you do.
And I hope it’s not pleasant.
Because it surely isn’t to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I like remembering us. How we were when we were still together. When we had no care in the world because no matter what, we always had each other. And that was good enough.
I like to think back to those times. Just not to everything that came afterwards.
But I hope you remember everything afterwards. I hope it haunts you every second of every day.
I hope that you think of me and that it makes you feel bad. I want you to smile when you think of me. And I want that smile to falter when you realise how badly you fucked up.
I hope you lay in bed with her, wishing that it was me. I hope that you come home after a long day and that you wanna leave again the second you entered because it’s her greeting you, not me.
You think I’m bitter? Yeah, get a fucking grip. I’m not bitter. I just want revenge.
You hurt me, do you even realise that? We were everything to each other, we talked about a forever. And here you were, leaving me standing in the cold. Because you thought you were better off with her.
You didn’t even have the guts to tell me. Or maybe you had the guts, you just thought I wasn’t worth knowing the truth, that I’d catch on sooner or later.
And I caught on. I did.
I read your ‘Thank You’-bit of our last album. A whole paragraph dedicated to her, you saying how much you love her, how thankful you are for her support, that you couldn’t wait for the rest of your life to begin with her by your side.
I confronted you with it and you just told me you couldn’t be with me anymore. Everything seemed so much better with her than it had ever been with me.
That night was loud. We were screaming at each other, saying things that we never even dared to think to say to each other.
To you, we never really were that serious. That forever you spoke about, it suddenly didn’t mean anything to you anymore. Or maybe it did, it just didn’t include me anymore.
And then you left me there, crying.
We never spoke about that night again. I can tell you want to, maybe want to apologise but I want nothing of it.
And I can tell you regret. I notice you looking at me, your arm draped around her slim figure. I notice that sad face you have when I smile.
You wish that my smile was for you, don’t you? Keep on wishing then. Because I know from experience, a wish is sometimes the only thing that keeps you going, alive.
I know that you miss me. You told Danny, Danny told me. And I like that you miss me. I like that you’re aching to be with me again. I like to have that power over you that you used to have over me.
But you know what? You missing me, that is all you will have to do.
I won’t come back to you. I loved it when I was with you. And yes, I hate that we’re not with each other anymore. It was painful and it hurt me but still … we are over. We didn’t see it coming when it started, thought we were forever.
But in the end, forever is nothing but a word, isn’t it? It’s no promise or anything, it’s just a term we use when we have our heads in the clouds.
I pulled my head out of the clouds. And you fell out of them. And I only think that’s fitting, appropriate. I landed smoothly and you fell.
So really, I hope you remember me. And I hope you smile at the memory. And I hope you realise you were happy. And I hope it hurts to realise that.
It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life
The End
A/N 2: There's also a second version of this story. Well, the first version actually as I wrote this as the second piece. If you wanna have it let me know.
Comments are appreciated.
At the moment I just feel generally shite and I am in a constant bad mood so no surprise that I wrote something like the following.
Title: Good Riddance
Author: the angry kid
Rating: PG-13 (some bad words I suppose)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Anger
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Summary: It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right … I hope you had the time of your life
Disclaimer: no true, nope
Dedication: Cazzabum
Author’s note: The title and those two lines at the beginning and at the end of the story are shamelessly nicked from 'Good Riddance' by Green Day.
And the story is meant to be written in an angry way. Dunno if I really accomplished that though.
It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life
Do you remember us?
I hope you do.
And I hope it’s not pleasant.
Because it surely isn’t to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I like remembering us. How we were when we were still together. When we had no care in the world because no matter what, we always had each other. And that was good enough.
I like to think back to those times. Just not to everything that came afterwards.
But I hope you remember everything afterwards. I hope it haunts you every second of every day.
I hope that you think of me and that it makes you feel bad. I want you to smile when you think of me. And I want that smile to falter when you realise how badly you fucked up.
I hope you lay in bed with her, wishing that it was me. I hope that you come home after a long day and that you wanna leave again the second you entered because it’s her greeting you, not me.
You think I’m bitter? Yeah, get a fucking grip. I’m not bitter. I just want revenge.
You hurt me, do you even realise that? We were everything to each other, we talked about a forever. And here you were, leaving me standing in the cold. Because you thought you were better off with her.
You didn’t even have the guts to tell me. Or maybe you had the guts, you just thought I wasn’t worth knowing the truth, that I’d catch on sooner or later.
And I caught on. I did.
I read your ‘Thank You’-bit of our last album. A whole paragraph dedicated to her, you saying how much you love her, how thankful you are for her support, that you couldn’t wait for the rest of your life to begin with her by your side.
I confronted you with it and you just told me you couldn’t be with me anymore. Everything seemed so much better with her than it had ever been with me.
That night was loud. We were screaming at each other, saying things that we never even dared to think to say to each other.
To you, we never really were that serious. That forever you spoke about, it suddenly didn’t mean anything to you anymore. Or maybe it did, it just didn’t include me anymore.
And then you left me there, crying.
We never spoke about that night again. I can tell you want to, maybe want to apologise but I want nothing of it.
And I can tell you regret. I notice you looking at me, your arm draped around her slim figure. I notice that sad face you have when I smile.
You wish that my smile was for you, don’t you? Keep on wishing then. Because I know from experience, a wish is sometimes the only thing that keeps you going, alive.
I know that you miss me. You told Danny, Danny told me. And I like that you miss me. I like that you’re aching to be with me again. I like to have that power over you that you used to have over me.
But you know what? You missing me, that is all you will have to do.
I won’t come back to you. I loved it when I was with you. And yes, I hate that we’re not with each other anymore. It was painful and it hurt me but still … we are over. We didn’t see it coming when it started, thought we were forever.
But in the end, forever is nothing but a word, isn’t it? It’s no promise or anything, it’s just a term we use when we have our heads in the clouds.
I pulled my head out of the clouds. And you fell out of them. And I only think that’s fitting, appropriate. I landed smoothly and you fell.
So really, I hope you remember me. And I hope you smile at the memory. And I hope you realise you were happy. And I hope it hurts to realise that.
It’s something unpredictable but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life
The End
A/N 2: There's also a second version of this story. Well, the first version actually as I wrote this as the second piece. If you wanna have it let me know.
Comments are appreciated.