We Said It Best With Our Song Titles - Three
Title: We Said It Best With Our Song Titles.
Chapter Three - A New Arrangement
Pairing: Conor Oberst/Adam Gontier
POV: 1st
Rating: PG13
Summary: Though that's how we met, this was how we got started. I bet you didn't think a drink could do this.
Disclaimer: Pffttt I wish I owned them, but sadly, I do not.
A/N: Yeah... it's a strange pairing... and this is the first time, in a long time, that I've written anything. I think it turned out well though.
One - I Will Be Grateful For This Day
Two - Born Like This
But months had passed and I never saw you again. That was until that one night at that bar. We must have been going along the same tour route. But there you sat in the bar, surrounded by people you knew when I only had my friend Mike. I just remember stopping dead in my tracks and you did the same as your eyes met mine from across the room. Suddenly the music, the laughing, the yelling, the talking, all stopped. This was something bigger then we ever thought it would be. This monster that had caught us was called fate and there was no turning back now and we both knew it. Though I tried, I really wanted nothing to do with this.
"Lets get out of here." I grabbed Mike's arm and began to pull him along, but he didn't understand my urgency.
"W-what's going o-" Before he could even finish his sentence you had caught up with us.
"Hey wait! You’re that guy." How nice of you to have remembered my name. I was now reduced to 'that guy'. I just kept walking on but Mike pulled away to look back at you, damn him.
"That guy, is Conor Oberst." Why did he have to stick up for me? Why? "You know, the leader of Bright Eyes, dubbed-"
"Mike! Shut up!" I didn't want you to know. I wanted you to think I was a no one. I wanted to still think you were a no one. Meeting you was nothing special, it never meant a thing, and all of this was no big deal. All of this-
"Really? Cause Adam here, he's the lead singer of Three Days Grace." All of this had gotten out of hand. "Ironic, no?" I didn't know who it was that had said this, but I would later come to know them as Brad.
"There's nothing ironic about it because we're leaving." I grabbed Mike again.
"No, stay, have a drink. I'll pay, again." That would be the cue for both Mike and Brad to look at us with confused faces, which was exactly what happened.
"Just one drink." I said simply as I walked past everyone. Mike and Brad still looked shocked where as you just followed me in. There was a smirk on your lips and I'm sure you had planned this all out when you saw me. Maybe you had been planning this those two months we hadn't seen each other. Maybe this was-
"Hey, thanks for staying." You hand grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, I think that was the first time I realized you had blue eyes.
"It's nothing, really." You smiled and I realized that what I had just said was fairly nice. "I mean, all I'm staying for is the drink. Then I'm out of here."
"Sure." You shook your head and you were so sure of yourself. You were so sure that I'd stay all night. I still don't know to this day how you knew me so well. But we did sit there the whole night, talking, laughing, drinking. Just like that night all those days ago. Soon we were just two of the six people left. I'm sure we looked like such alcoholics, which I was, still am. But I remember you stopped me in mid laugh and lifted my chin. How you knew that I was one of you, I never really did find out. But you kissed my lips and without hesitation I kissed you back. Of course our first kiss would be when I was drunk; I was never brave enough to do anything without the alcohol.
The next thing I remember is waking up on a tour bus and seeing my hand. There was your name and number scrawled across it. It was so sloppy that it made me laugh some. But the number wouldn't exactly be needed, seeing as how at that moment I was lying next to you. We were both fully clothed and you were turned away from me, huddled up against the wall. I would lie there for another hour before you awoke. Though I should credit Mike for that, he had called my cell phone which pretty much woke up your whole bus. But I took the call and with no suprise Mike had told me to get to our bus as fast as I could, so I left; only giving you a brief goodbye. But you knew I would cave and call you. That's exactly why you put that number on my hand in the first place. Even when you were drunk you could still strategize so well, Mr. Gontier.
Chapter Three - A New Arrangement
Pairing: Conor Oberst/Adam Gontier
POV: 1st
Rating: PG13
Summary: Though that's how we met, this was how we got started. I bet you didn't think a drink could do this.
Disclaimer: Pffttt I wish I owned them, but sadly, I do not.
A/N: Yeah... it's a strange pairing... and this is the first time, in a long time, that I've written anything. I think it turned out well though.
One - I Will Be Grateful For This Day
Two - Born Like This
But months had passed and I never saw you again. That was until that one night at that bar. We must have been going along the same tour route. But there you sat in the bar, surrounded by people you knew when I only had my friend Mike. I just remember stopping dead in my tracks and you did the same as your eyes met mine from across the room. Suddenly the music, the laughing, the yelling, the talking, all stopped. This was something bigger then we ever thought it would be. This monster that had caught us was called fate and there was no turning back now and we both knew it. Though I tried, I really wanted nothing to do with this.
"Lets get out of here." I grabbed Mike's arm and began to pull him along, but he didn't understand my urgency.
"W-what's going o-" Before he could even finish his sentence you had caught up with us.
"Hey wait! You’re that guy." How nice of you to have remembered my name. I was now reduced to 'that guy'. I just kept walking on but Mike pulled away to look back at you, damn him.
"That guy, is Conor Oberst." Why did he have to stick up for me? Why? "You know, the leader of Bright Eyes, dubbed-"
"Mike! Shut up!" I didn't want you to know. I wanted you to think I was a no one. I wanted to still think you were a no one. Meeting you was nothing special, it never meant a thing, and all of this was no big deal. All of this-
"Really? Cause Adam here, he's the lead singer of Three Days Grace." All of this had gotten out of hand. "Ironic, no?" I didn't know who it was that had said this, but I would later come to know them as Brad.
"There's nothing ironic about it because we're leaving." I grabbed Mike again.
"No, stay, have a drink. I'll pay, again." That would be the cue for both Mike and Brad to look at us with confused faces, which was exactly what happened.
"Just one drink." I said simply as I walked past everyone. Mike and Brad still looked shocked where as you just followed me in. There was a smirk on your lips and I'm sure you had planned this all out when you saw me. Maybe you had been planning this those two months we hadn't seen each other. Maybe this was-
"Hey, thanks for staying." You hand grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, I think that was the first time I realized you had blue eyes.
"It's nothing, really." You smiled and I realized that what I had just said was fairly nice. "I mean, all I'm staying for is the drink. Then I'm out of here."
"Sure." You shook your head and you were so sure of yourself. You were so sure that I'd stay all night. I still don't know to this day how you knew me so well. But we did sit there the whole night, talking, laughing, drinking. Just like that night all those days ago. Soon we were just two of the six people left. I'm sure we looked like such alcoholics, which I was, still am. But I remember you stopped me in mid laugh and lifted my chin. How you knew that I was one of you, I never really did find out. But you kissed my lips and without hesitation I kissed you back. Of course our first kiss would be when I was drunk; I was never brave enough to do anything without the alcohol.
The next thing I remember is waking up on a tour bus and seeing my hand. There was your name and number scrawled across it. It was so sloppy that it made me laugh some. But the number wouldn't exactly be needed, seeing as how at that moment I was lying next to you. We were both fully clothed and you were turned away from me, huddled up against the wall. I would lie there for another hour before you awoke. Though I should credit Mike for that, he had called my cell phone which pretty much woke up your whole bus. But I took the call and with no suprise Mike had told me to get to our bus as fast as I could, so I left; only giving you a brief goodbye. But you knew I would cave and call you. That's exactly why you put that number on my hand in the first place. Even when you were drunk you could still strategize so well, Mr. Gontier.