Drowning - Chapter Five
Title: Drowning - Chapter Five
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: I have no freaking idea where this chapter came from. I did ask jenskyies and she said too much schmoop is never a bad thing, so this is almost gag worthy. Enjoy. If anyone wants a copy of the song, I'll be more than happy to upload it for them.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Jensen opens the front door and peaks his head out into the pitch-dark night, "Kris, you still out here?" he calls into the dark.
"I'm here," he hears in answer.
He steps out into the cool and closes the door behind him. He crosses the grass in a few steps and stands in front of her, smiling sheepishly. He's holding his guitar in one hand and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other.
Kristen points to the instrument he's holding by its neck and smiles, "You play?" she asks.
"A little," he clears his throat, "I thought that maybe since you didn't know Jeff Buckley I could play it for you. If you'd like me to, of course."
She grins and it lights up his heart.
He sits down next to her on the porch and slings the guitar over his knees. Caressing the fret-board he picks out a couple of opening chords, not catching her eye.
He stops and looks at her, "You seen Shrek?" he asks.
"The movie?" he nods, "Yeah, a couple of times."
"You'll probably recognize the song then," he tells her, as he picks out the opening chords again.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
She touches his arm and his heart crashes into his ribcage, "I recognize it," she whispers.
He smiles at her.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
He studies her in the light of the moon and the orange glow from the lamp above their heads. He's not sure why exactly she makes him feel the way she does, but there's something about her. The smile on her face is the most adorable thing he's ever seen and he's been dreaming about her. Dreaming of her sitting on the hood of his car; lying in white sheets reaching up to play with his hair, a smile on her face; sitting opposite him at a table while laughing at his jokes and eating chili fries.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
She smiles at him and he can't help but smile back and think about pulling the strand of hair that keeps wanting to fall into her hair.
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
"What do you think?" he asks, as he draws the guitar into the instrumental, strumming gently as he looks over to her.
She smiles lightly, "It's very sad. Beautiful, but if you listen to the lyrics closely, it makes you feel like crying."
He nods and looks down at his fingers splayed on the fret-board, "I guess I know what you mean."
She laughs, "And I can't believe you can remember all the words to all the verses in order!"
He laughs with her, "I've been listening to this song for a long time."
She nods.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
He gets up and, lightly brushes his lips over her cheek, "Thanks for the honor of singing to you."
She touches her fingers to where his lips were pressed, "You're welcome." she whispers as he turns, head down, and walks back inside.
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: I have no freaking idea where this chapter came from. I did ask jenskyies and she said too much schmoop is never a bad thing, so this is almost gag worthy. Enjoy. If anyone wants a copy of the song, I'll be more than happy to upload it for them.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Jensen opens the front door and peaks his head out into the pitch-dark night, "Kris, you still out here?" he calls into the dark.
"I'm here," he hears in answer.
He steps out into the cool and closes the door behind him. He crosses the grass in a few steps and stands in front of her, smiling sheepishly. He's holding his guitar in one hand and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other.
Kristen points to the instrument he's holding by its neck and smiles, "You play?" she asks.
"A little," he clears his throat, "I thought that maybe since you didn't know Jeff Buckley I could play it for you. If you'd like me to, of course."
She grins and it lights up his heart.
He sits down next to her on the porch and slings the guitar over his knees. Caressing the fret-board he picks out a couple of opening chords, not catching her eye.
He stops and looks at her, "You seen Shrek?" he asks.
"The movie?" he nods, "Yeah, a couple of times."
"You'll probably recognize the song then," he tells her, as he picks out the opening chords again.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
She touches his arm and his heart crashes into his ribcage, "I recognize it," she whispers.
He smiles at her.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
He studies her in the light of the moon and the orange glow from the lamp above their heads. He's not sure why exactly she makes him feel the way she does, but there's something about her. The smile on her face is the most adorable thing he's ever seen and he's been dreaming about her. Dreaming of her sitting on the hood of his car; lying in white sheets reaching up to play with his hair, a smile on her face; sitting opposite him at a table while laughing at his jokes and eating chili fries.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...
She smiles at him and he can't help but smile back and think about pulling the strand of hair that keeps wanting to fall into her hair.
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
"What do you think?" he asks, as he draws the guitar into the instrumental, strumming gently as he looks over to her.
She smiles lightly, "It's very sad. Beautiful, but if you listen to the lyrics closely, it makes you feel like crying."
He nods and looks down at his fingers splayed on the fret-board, "I guess I know what you mean."
She laughs, "And I can't believe you can remember all the words to all the verses in order!"
He laughs with her, "I've been listening to this song for a long time."
She nods.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
He gets up and, lightly brushes his lips over her cheek, "Thanks for the honor of singing to you."
She touches her fingers to where his lips were pressed, "You're welcome." she whispers as he turns, head down, and walks back inside.