Fic: Old as Time
I rediscovered one of my favorite songs this week; "Steal His Heart" by Emily and The Woods.
I felt Jess in it and I couldn't get the first line and the last line of this fic out of my head. The last is borrowed from the song. It’s short, but I hope to make it into a “Let’s travel into Jess’ head” series. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: It was a tale as old as time. Girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, but sometimes the characters fall off the usual path. Part 1/??
I know it's cliche, but I think I've fallen for the guy in the corner. This tall, dark stranger is keeping me up. I've seen him before, in a class or two, and sometimes in the cafe; scrolling through the news.
He may have stolen my heart, but I don't know his name and I think that's part of the game.
I “accidentally” slammed into him on the way to class, hoping to finally get his name. Instead, I didn’t even see his eyes that he hid behind his bangs and a rushed “I’m sorry.” I’ll try something new tomorrow.
Tomorrow turned into a month when I spilled some coffee on the floor in front of him. A real accident this time. I was graced with a smile and name. Sam. My tall, dark stranger is a cutie with dimples and a big smile named Sam. A puppy name to go with that puppy face of his.
Things are going to change.
We meet for lunch at least once a week now, and sometimes I can talk him into dinner and studying at my apartment. Rare, but growing less rare every week.
He’s become a regular at the apartment; my roommate definitely thinks we’re a couple. I think that would be nice. Too bad I can’t even get him to laugh. Maybe I can steal his heart.
I saw him last week, laughing with Brady. I nearly cried when I saw both of those caverns he calls dimples. He threw his head back, fluffy hair flying everywhere, and laughed. I don’t think I own my heart anymore.
A month later, the stars finally aligned in my favor. I told him the story of my parents meeting. His nose twitched when I started the story, but then squinted with laughter when the story ended with my father falling on his face in the sand.
My Sam-that’s what I call him now, moved in two months later when Brady disappeared on a week long bender. Sort of a disappointment; I liked Brady, but I get Sam all the time now. It feels as if I’ve just started to live. I don’t want this to end.
Now I have lived, I might as well die