She Writes Again!!!!!
This is that fic based on the song Goodbye by Miley Cyrus.....
Title/Chapter: These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips (01/05)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor/Natalie
Rating: G-ish (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.: First Person, Zac Hanson
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips: Part One
It's ten o'clock in the morning and my phone has been ringing non-stop for the past three hours. I know who it is. It's Natalie. It's been Natalie since the sun came up. I wish she would just leave me alone.
I nibble on my lip. What if something's wrong, like, seriously wrong with my niece or nephews? Against my better judgment, I answer the phone.
"Natalie, is something wrong?" I ask, completely bypassing any sort of warm greeting.
I hear my sister-in-law sniffle on the other end of the line.
"Is it the kids? Are they alright?" I ask, a ball of nerves developing in the pit of my stomach.
"No, no, Zac, the kids are... fine for now," she finally answers me.
"Then what is it? What's wrong?" I hear her take a deep breath and the nano seconds of silence are killing me. But I wait for her to speak.
"Zac," she sighs, "it's not the kids. It's... It's... It's Tay." I hear her start to cry. On this end of the phone line, though, my jaw is clenched and my face has gone cold and stony. But there's a rage boiling through my veins.
"You've had my phone ringing off the hook for the past three hours because of Taylor?!" I ask, disbelieving.
"Zac!" she exclaims as if she's worried I'm going to hang up.
"What?" I growl.
"Tay's in the hospital," she says meekly. "He's been asking for you. He wants to see you."
I make a face that she, obviously, can't see.
"Why would he ask such a stupid question? He knows I'll never show. Besides, he walked out on me. I have no wish to see him or speak to him ever again. Goodbye, Nat- "
"He's dying!" Natalie interjects.
"What do you mean, he's dying?" I ask a bit harshly.
"He has a very aggressive form of cancer," my sister-in-law answers. "It's spread to his kidneys, liver and lungs. The cancer has practically taken over his entire body. The doctors give him three days at best."
I bite my fist as an onslaught of tears makes it's way out of the corners of my eyes. There's a sob rising up my throat and I try to shove my whole fist into my mouth to muffle the sound.
I guess I've been silently crying for too long because Natalie's concerned voice floats into my ear.
"Zac, are you still there?" I wipe at my eyes and wipe the snot off my face with the back of my hand.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here," I finally speak.
"Are you okay?" Natalie asks.
"Just peachy," I tell her. There's a beat of silence.
"Oh," she whispers.
In my mind's eye I can see her composing herself. Straightening her skirt, sitting up properly, smoothing her hands over her dark brown hair. Then she speaks and she sounds more... together. Maybe even a bit professional.
"Zac, my husband, your brother's, last dying wish is for you to be here with him. He wants to say goodbye. He wants to make peace with you, apologize for whatever he's done. Zac, he..." She takes a breath. "He wants you to finish the song he started writing when he was diagnosed six months ago."
"SIX MONTHS AGO?!" I exclaim, then quickly take a moment to count to ten- in my head of course. "Lets forget about when the diagnosis happened for a moment and focus more on why exactly he wants me to finish this song."
"All he told me, is that you are the only one who can finish it. He said something about it not having the right meaning at the end if someone else wrote it."
I chew on my lip and nod to myself. Then I sigh.
"When's a good time to get up there to see him?"
"You're really going to come?" Natalie asks sounding all excited.
"Yeah, I'm really going to come," I confirm.
I talk to her a few more minutes, getting all the details about his condition, what kind of machines he'll be hooked up to and what kinds of meds he's on; all of which are heavy-duty pain killers like Morphine.
When I'm thoroughly stuffed to the gills with medical information, I finally manage to end the conversation. I throw my phone on the ground and reach under my pillow. Safely hidden away is the t-shirt Taylor had worn to bed the last night we were ever together.
It still faintly smells of his cologne and body-wash, even after all these years. I hold the soft cotton fabric to my face and cry, falling into a tortured slumber.
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Stay tuned for Part Two!
Comments = Love!
[p.s.] if I have to edit this one more time, I'm going to shoot myself.
Title/Chapter: These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips (01/05)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor/Natalie
Rating: G-ish (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.: First Person, Zac Hanson
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips: Part One
It's ten o'clock in the morning and my phone has been ringing non-stop for the past three hours. I know who it is. It's Natalie. It's been Natalie since the sun came up. I wish she would just leave me alone.
I nibble on my lip. What if something's wrong, like, seriously wrong with my niece or nephews? Against my better judgment, I answer the phone.
"Natalie, is something wrong?" I ask, completely bypassing any sort of warm greeting.
I hear my sister-in-law sniffle on the other end of the line.
"Is it the kids? Are they alright?" I ask, a ball of nerves developing in the pit of my stomach.
"No, no, Zac, the kids are... fine for now," she finally answers me.
"Then what is it? What's wrong?" I hear her take a deep breath and the nano seconds of silence are killing me. But I wait for her to speak.
"Zac," she sighs, "it's not the kids. It's... It's... It's Tay." I hear her start to cry. On this end of the phone line, though, my jaw is clenched and my face has gone cold and stony. But there's a rage boiling through my veins.
"You've had my phone ringing off the hook for the past three hours because of Taylor?!" I ask, disbelieving.
"Zac!" she exclaims as if she's worried I'm going to hang up.
"What?" I growl.
"Tay's in the hospital," she says meekly. "He's been asking for you. He wants to see you."
I make a face that she, obviously, can't see.
"Why would he ask such a stupid question? He knows I'll never show. Besides, he walked out on me. I have no wish to see him or speak to him ever again. Goodbye, Nat- "
"He's dying!" Natalie interjects.
"What do you mean, he's dying?" I ask a bit harshly.
"He has a very aggressive form of cancer," my sister-in-law answers. "It's spread to his kidneys, liver and lungs. The cancer has practically taken over his entire body. The doctors give him three days at best."
I bite my fist as an onslaught of tears makes it's way out of the corners of my eyes. There's a sob rising up my throat and I try to shove my whole fist into my mouth to muffle the sound.
I guess I've been silently crying for too long because Natalie's concerned voice floats into my ear.
"Zac, are you still there?" I wipe at my eyes and wipe the snot off my face with the back of my hand.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here," I finally speak.
"Are you okay?" Natalie asks.
"Just peachy," I tell her. There's a beat of silence.
"Oh," she whispers.
In my mind's eye I can see her composing herself. Straightening her skirt, sitting up properly, smoothing her hands over her dark brown hair. Then she speaks and she sounds more... together. Maybe even a bit professional.
"Zac, my husband, your brother's, last dying wish is for you to be here with him. He wants to say goodbye. He wants to make peace with you, apologize for whatever he's done. Zac, he..." She takes a breath. "He wants you to finish the song he started writing when he was diagnosed six months ago."
"SIX MONTHS AGO?!" I exclaim, then quickly take a moment to count to ten- in my head of course. "Lets forget about when the diagnosis happened for a moment and focus more on why exactly he wants me to finish this song."
"All he told me, is that you are the only one who can finish it. He said something about it not having the right meaning at the end if someone else wrote it."
I chew on my lip and nod to myself. Then I sigh.
"When's a good time to get up there to see him?"
"You're really going to come?" Natalie asks sounding all excited.
"Yeah, I'm really going to come," I confirm.
I talk to her a few more minutes, getting all the details about his condition, what kind of machines he'll be hooked up to and what kinds of meds he's on; all of which are heavy-duty pain killers like Morphine.
When I'm thoroughly stuffed to the gills with medical information, I finally manage to end the conversation. I throw my phone on the ground and reach under my pillow. Safely hidden away is the t-shirt Taylor had worn to bed the last night we were ever together.
It still faintly smells of his cologne and body-wash, even after all these years. I hold the soft cotton fabric to my face and cry, falling into a tortured slumber.
& & &
Stay tuned for Part Two!
Comments = Love!
[p.s.] if I have to edit this one more time, I'm going to shoot myself.