Any Other Way (Song-Fic, Hairspray)
Title: Any Other Way
Fandom: Hairspray
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad
Synopsis: Song-fic to 'Any Other Way' by Backstreet Boys. Brad's unlucky with love.
Disclaimer: The characters nor the song do not belong to me, I am merely borrowing them for the purpose of this fic.
A/N: This was originally written as part of an iPod Challenge on fanfiction.net. However due to me not completing the full challenge, I'm posting all the song-fic oneshots up individually.
My characterisations of the characters are based off of the 2007 movie musical.
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'There you go caught you crashin' my dreams again,
Just when I'm trying to get over you.'
(Backstreet Boys, 'Any Other Way')
Brad was getting fed up with it now. Every time he was with a girl, his mind and thoughts were brought back to her and the moments they shared. The memories of them together were still so vivid, like they were only yesterday, when in reality it had been about two years.
He had moved on, he knew that. So had she. So why couldn't he forget about her and those stupid moments? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he saw her every freaking day, at the studio, dancing on the show. She was the only one before him during 'Roll Call'! How could he forget, when he was forced into the same space as her every day?
He didn't even like her any more. Not after what she had done to him. How could he? She had practically ripped his heart out and jumped up and down on it repeatedly before throwing it into the gutter. She had used him, he realised. She had used him to get closer to none other than Link Larkin, his best friend.
Yeah, he had been hurt that Link had gone behind his back with Amber. He had never felt so betrayed in all his life. It was only due to Jesse that he had managed to get through that time. It had been hard but he had done it with his friend's help. And he had moved on. But Amber had left her mark on Brad well and truly.
She kept invading his thoughts frequently, and the pain always came back every time he saw her with Link. Not only that but Brad had never quite felt for another girl like he had for Amber. He had had plenty of girls, no mistaking that. He had even tried dating one of the other council girls, Noreen. But none of them had ever lasted long. He just didn't have feelings for any of them.
There was one girl however that stirred something up inside of him, that both excited him and terrified him. Those feelings he had felt for Amber were being brought back up, but not for the blonde drama queen. No. These feelings were for a certain fiery red-head. Shelley Ambrose. The temptress who would use and abuse the male population just as much as he did the girls. There was just something about her. He couldn't explain it.
One thing he did know. This wasn't just puppy-love, a school-boy crush. No, this was something much deeper and way more meaningful. And it truly terrified him. He couldn't fall for a girl to have his heart ripped out again. He wouldn't be able to survive a second time, that was for sure. He couldn't let her see the real Brad. The Brad who felt and hurt just like everyone else. The Brad who was human. Not the egotistical player persona that he used as a shield. No, the shield would have to remain in place, for his very survival.
He would rather be slapped by her sharp fingernails then have her know about this power she had over him. She would use him as a toy for her own amusement and enjoyment, and he would be powerless to resist. He couldn't let that happen. These feelings had to be quashed. Or at least kept hidden deep inside from everyone and everything. Better to play around, safely behind the façade he had created then let his guard down and be hurt again. No. Brad Webster would never be used again.
'Now you've carved out a life,
But I wear the scars,
Reminding me by the hour.'
(Backstreet Boys, 'Any Other Way')
Fandom: Hairspray
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad
Synopsis: Song-fic to 'Any Other Way' by Backstreet Boys. Brad's unlucky with love.
Disclaimer: The characters nor the song do not belong to me, I am merely borrowing them for the purpose of this fic.
A/N: This was originally written as part of an iPod Challenge on fanfiction.net. However due to me not completing the full challenge, I'm posting all the song-fic oneshots up individually.
My characterisations of the characters are based off of the 2007 movie musical.
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'There you go caught you crashin' my dreams again,
Just when I'm trying to get over you.'
(Backstreet Boys, 'Any Other Way')
Brad was getting fed up with it now. Every time he was with a girl, his mind and thoughts were brought back to her and the moments they shared. The memories of them together were still so vivid, like they were only yesterday, when in reality it had been about two years.
He had moved on, he knew that. So had she. So why couldn't he forget about her and those stupid moments? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he saw her every freaking day, at the studio, dancing on the show. She was the only one before him during 'Roll Call'! How could he forget, when he was forced into the same space as her every day?
He didn't even like her any more. Not after what she had done to him. How could he? She had practically ripped his heart out and jumped up and down on it repeatedly before throwing it into the gutter. She had used him, he realised. She had used him to get closer to none other than Link Larkin, his best friend.
Yeah, he had been hurt that Link had gone behind his back with Amber. He had never felt so betrayed in all his life. It was only due to Jesse that he had managed to get through that time. It had been hard but he had done it with his friend's help. And he had moved on. But Amber had left her mark on Brad well and truly.
She kept invading his thoughts frequently, and the pain always came back every time he saw her with Link. Not only that but Brad had never quite felt for another girl like he had for Amber. He had had plenty of girls, no mistaking that. He had even tried dating one of the other council girls, Noreen. But none of them had ever lasted long. He just didn't have feelings for any of them.
There was one girl however that stirred something up inside of him, that both excited him and terrified him. Those feelings he had felt for Amber were being brought back up, but not for the blonde drama queen. No. These feelings were for a certain fiery red-head. Shelley Ambrose. The temptress who would use and abuse the male population just as much as he did the girls. There was just something about her. He couldn't explain it.
One thing he did know. This wasn't just puppy-love, a school-boy crush. No, this was something much deeper and way more meaningful. And it truly terrified him. He couldn't fall for a girl to have his heart ripped out again. He wouldn't be able to survive a second time, that was for sure. He couldn't let her see the real Brad. The Brad who felt and hurt just like everyone else. The Brad who was human. Not the egotistical player persona that he used as a shield. No, the shield would have to remain in place, for his very survival.
He would rather be slapped by her sharp fingernails then have her know about this power she had over him. She would use him as a toy for her own amusement and enjoyment, and he would be powerless to resist. He couldn't let that happen. These feelings had to be quashed. Or at least kept hidden deep inside from everyone and everything. Better to play around, safely behind the façade he had created then let his guard down and be hurt again. No. Brad Webster would never be used again.
'Now you've carved out a life,
But I wear the scars,
Reminding me by the hour.'
(Backstreet Boys, 'Any Other Way')