Jay_Quessir
26th September 2005, 06:41 AM
Okay...Bear with me, this is my first ever song fic so let me know how it goes!
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The song I chose is "Beautiful Disaster" by Kelly Clarkson
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He dreams in his dreams
and exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
More heaven than a heart could hold
We had wanted it so long but never realized how good it would feel until we had it in our grasp. The world was ours and we were the world's. Everything was as perfect it could get and we loved every minute of our lives. That is...we did until I woke up to the harsh reality of what I must face every day: Jennifer doesn't even notice my existance.
Jen and I have gone to the same school since Kindergarden but she has only spoken to me once...one time that I shall never forget....one touch that shall live on forever in my mind.
She asked for a napkin in the lunchline, I gave her it, stammered "no problem" and her hand brushed mine as she took it and dissappeared back into a crowded lunchroom. My heart was pulsing as I handed the cashier my lunch money and I barely managed a smile as she said "thank you." Jen had just touched my hand. I sat with my crowd of friends as one spit milk out of his nose and the other laughed nonstop...well, except for the snorts....and that's as much as I can remember of that day. The rest was a blur of 4th grade math, science, and social studies.
It just ain't right
Lord it just ain't right
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
Lord he's so beautiful
It was junior high before I ever had to face Jen again on a daily basis becuase we were put into seperate classes from 4th through 6th grades. When I had her in my 4th period Pre Algebra class, I thought I could gain her favor by helping her on her assignments, but that did not go too well.
She seemed troubled that morning so I went over to her desk to offer my help. She just turned her head from me and began to sob. I thought I had caused some immeasurable offense to her so I quickly retook my seat at the front of the classroom and did not bother to speak to her again. She must of truly hated me...and I would not giver her a reason to ever again...not until my 10th grade year.
But do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight.
Baby hold me tight.
We were sitting in Sophomore Chemistry doing a lab about tbe properties of certain elements and it just so happened she was seperated from her cheerleading friends to be my partner. Of course she was happy because she would definately get a good grade but I could feel the tension in her as we worked through the lab. Ever once in a while, I would look up from the project and catch her glancing across the room at her friends. She hated me.
"Why don't you go talk to them. Mrs. Harold is out of the room right now. I'll be fine here." I said, without thinking. My mouth had betrayed my mind many times since I started High School.
"Fine. I was offering to help you but you kept shunning me from the project. I'll be back if Mrs. H comes back." She said and stormed over to her friends.
That was the wrong thing to say.
I'm longing for love and the logical
But He's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waited so long...
It was graduation day and I finally gathered the nerve to speak to her...to let her know that I truly felt love for her. I could not believe she went through her whole life without having a single boyfriend. I had to get to her before anyone else did.
"Jen..."
"Korel..."
She knew my name....
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And If I could hold on
through the tears and the laughter
Would it be...
I had been longing for him to call my name and to really care for me as I had secretly done for those past few years. I wanted to hear him say: "Jen...I love you." But he never did. It was my sophomore year and I finally got to work with him. This was my chance to show that I really did like what he liked and was interested in things that he was. But...he broke my heart that day. I was so intent on trying to help and to get help from my friends that he just wound up pushing me away.
I cried that night until I fell asleep.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
I decided I should try to move on. Cory asked me out and so did James but I refused because I clung to the memory of our first touch all those years ago...back when I was in the 4th grade. And I clung to the memory of him trying to help me in Junior High even though he could never understand what I was going through, why I cried, why I bled.
I clung to his memory to get me through graduation day...and when that fateful day came...I knew he would say my name.
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beuatiful disaster.
"Jen..."
"Korel..."
"...I..."
"...I"
"love you..."
"love you, too."
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And If I could hold on
through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
It's beautiful
Lord it's do beautiful
He's beautiful
I held on
Through the tears and the laughter
To find it beautiful
We're such a beautiful disaster........
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The song I chose is "Beautiful Disaster" by Kelly Clarkson
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
He dreams in his dreams
and exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
More heaven than a heart could hold
We had wanted it so long but never realized how good it would feel until we had it in our grasp. The world was ours and we were the world's. Everything was as perfect it could get and we loved every minute of our lives. That is...we did until I woke up to the harsh reality of what I must face every day: Jennifer doesn't even notice my existance.
Jen and I have gone to the same school since Kindergarden but she has only spoken to me once...one time that I shall never forget....one touch that shall live on forever in my mind.
She asked for a napkin in the lunchline, I gave her it, stammered "no problem" and her hand brushed mine as she took it and dissappeared back into a crowded lunchroom. My heart was pulsing as I handed the cashier my lunch money and I barely managed a smile as she said "thank you." Jen had just touched my hand. I sat with my crowd of friends as one spit milk out of his nose and the other laughed nonstop...well, except for the snorts....and that's as much as I can remember of that day. The rest was a blur of 4th grade math, science, and social studies.
It just ain't right
Lord it just ain't right
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
Lord he's so beautiful
It was junior high before I ever had to face Jen again on a daily basis becuase we were put into seperate classes from 4th through 6th grades. When I had her in my 4th period Pre Algebra class, I thought I could gain her favor by helping her on her assignments, but that did not go too well.
She seemed troubled that morning so I went over to her desk to offer my help. She just turned her head from me and began to sob. I thought I had caused some immeasurable offense to her so I quickly retook my seat at the front of the classroom and did not bother to speak to her again. She must of truly hated me...and I would not giver her a reason to ever again...not until my 10th grade year.
But do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight.
Baby hold me tight.
We were sitting in Sophomore Chemistry doing a lab about tbe properties of certain elements and it just so happened she was seperated from her cheerleading friends to be my partner. Of course she was happy because she would definately get a good grade but I could feel the tension in her as we worked through the lab. Ever once in a while, I would look up from the project and catch her glancing across the room at her friends. She hated me.
"Why don't you go talk to them. Mrs. Harold is out of the room right now. I'll be fine here." I said, without thinking. My mouth had betrayed my mind many times since I started High School.
"Fine. I was offering to help you but you kept shunning me from the project. I'll be back if Mrs. H comes back." She said and stormed over to her friends.
That was the wrong thing to say.
I'm longing for love and the logical
But He's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waited so long...
It was graduation day and I finally gathered the nerve to speak to her...to let her know that I truly felt love for her. I could not believe she went through her whole life without having a single boyfriend. I had to get to her before anyone else did.
"Jen..."
"Korel..."
She knew my name....
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And If I could hold on
through the tears and the laughter
Would it be...
I had been longing for him to call my name and to really care for me as I had secretly done for those past few years. I wanted to hear him say: "Jen...I love you." But he never did. It was my sophomore year and I finally got to work with him. This was my chance to show that I really did like what he liked and was interested in things that he was. But...he broke my heart that day. I was so intent on trying to help and to get help from my friends that he just wound up pushing me away.
I cried that night until I fell asleep.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
I decided I should try to move on. Cory asked me out and so did James but I refused because I clung to the memory of our first touch all those years ago...back when I was in the 4th grade. And I clung to the memory of him trying to help me in Junior High even though he could never understand what I was going through, why I cried, why I bled.
I clung to his memory to get me through graduation day...and when that fateful day came...I knew he would say my name.
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beuatiful disaster.
"Jen..."
"Korel..."
"...I..."
"...I"
"love you..."
"love you, too."
Open the door now
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And If I could hold on
through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
It's beautiful
Lord it's do beautiful
He's beautiful
I held on
Through the tears and the laughter
To find it beautiful
We're such a beautiful disaster........