Take Me Away
Rating: PG-13, I guess.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I'm broke, please don't sue me!
*puppy dog eyes*
Summary: Angsty-ish songfic based on Fefe Dobson's "Take Me Away."
Short and not sweet ;) Jessie POV fic that takes place at any given
point in the future (whenever you want).
Author's Note: FEEDBACK, pleeeeease!! scooby_snack4@yahoo.com I
got like no feedback on my Christmas fic and it was really quite
depressing. Once again, that's scooby_snack4@yahoo.com ;)
A/N 2: ~~ denotes beginning or end of lyrics.
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~~I...was waiting all my life to know you
all about you
And now…I'm staring in your eyes ocean blue
all about you~~
She's beautiful. Bordering on perfect, even (nobody's absolutely
perfect, even love struck fools know that); everything about her
borders perfection. The way her hair falls in her face all the
time, even when she doesn't want it to; the way I can look at her
eyes and forget about everything but her. I love the way she pulls
on her shirt sleeves when she's nervous, and that I know she does
that when she's nervous. I love that I can still make her nervous.
After all this time, I can still make her nervous.
~~And in our minds, it comes so easily
But there's a feeling comin' over me
I want to show you
But there's nowhere we can really be free
Everybody's watchin'~~
I've never been with anyone else, so I have no basis for comparison,
but I just know that she's the one—my "true love," as some people
might say. I wish I could tell everyone how much I love her, how
I'd give anything to spend the rest of my life with her.
I wish I could tell my parents.
My friends.
Everyone; ANYONE.
I've tried; I can't. No, I don't mean I'm scared, I mean I really
can't. To say the least, my parents didn't quite like the fact that
I was gay. I decided to tell them that I was gay BEFORE telling
them about Katie and I; from there, I could gauge how they'd take it—you know, if they flipped their shit about my gayness, there was no
way I was gonna say, "Hey, you know my best friend Katie? Well,
she's actually my girlfriend." I knew better than that, and so did
Katie; at least we could still be "friends" that way. Plus,
actually HAVING a girlfriend makes it so much more real; it sends
things beyond simple "curiosity."
Good thing I gauged their reactions first.
~~Wouldn't it be good if we could be together?~~
We've been hiding since the very beginning. Katie and I were sort
of open at school, but the nasty glares and comments were too much
to take—we reverted back to our "we're best friends" safety net
after a VERY short period of openness. My parents are to this day
more or less clueless, I think—my mom is still in the phase where
she'll tell me about friends' "handsome, perfect sons," like she's
trying to convert me back.
It will never work, but I occasionally feign interest to appease
her. Now, I'm at the point where I can't fake it anymore. I'm sick
of hiding from everyone—why do we have to make ourselves miserable
to make everyone ELSE happy?
Katie and I had been planning for a long time—planning an escape,
planning to run away…whatever you want to call it, I guess.
Planning, half-assedly, of course—would we ever actually do it? I
don't know.
~~Take me away,
Take me far away from here
I will run with you
Don't be afraid
Navigate and I will steer
Into the sun, we will run~~
We had no idea where we'd go, but honestly, anywhere but here would
suit me just fine. It's not like we were trying to elope, per se—we
just didn't want to hide anymore. We didn't want to be under
constant scrutiny, getting slandered or given dirty looks on a daily
basis.
~~I try...to remember when I was just a child
In a room
And my...imagination used to run wild
I never knew
That nothing's ever as it seems to be
When a dream collides with our reality~~
Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I weren't
gay. Would I be happy? Would I have met a guy-version of Katie?
Is that even possible? Maybe I'm not even gay; I don't really care
what I am, and I don't think anyone else should either. We're just
Jessie and Katie, and we happen to love each other.
~~It should be easy when two people love each other truly
Everybody's talkin'~~
What difference does it make? Even Grace says that there's "no
point in living" if you can't love whoever you want. I hate to
admit it, but it would be nice if everyone I know could share her
point of view.
But they don't.
~~Wouldn't it be good if they would understand us...~~
I hear Katie's car pull up in the driveway, and I run down the
stairs to meet her, shouting a quick goodbye to my mother on the way.
I don't think she notices.
"Hey," Katie smiles as I get in the car, and I feel at home.
"Katie…let's go."
"Well, I'm here, the car's running, and it's about to head in the
direction of the movie theater," she snickers. Smart-ass.
I love it.
"No, let's go. Away. I don't want to come back here anymore."
She gives me a knowing look, then thinks it over for three seconds,
maybe less. Backing out of the driveway, she steers the car in the
opposite direction of the movie theater—towards the interstate.
We don't know where we're going, and we don't really care—finally.
I knew this wouldn't be our happy ending--it was going to be a
beginning, happy or sad to be determined. Personally, I lean
towards "new."
~~Take me away…~~