Sindrow's Listen & Write, part deux

Disclaimer from last time: I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. but hey, at least i tried :)

1. December – Norah Jones

It's christmas evening and for a while I stood at the porch, looking at the snow. Completely expected and nowhere near exciting, I know. But what else is there for me to do? These days I don't feel like doing anything except for putting flowers over your grave and sob over memories.

But, speaking of flowers— ok, fine, dead leaves or whatever you want to call it— I put up a mistletoe over the threshold that leads to our bedroom. I know, I know, it's a little corny. Not to mention a little bit on the creepy side. But I've always known that underneath it all, you secretly adore mistletoes. And I miss you. So, let me just pretend for a short while. Let me pretend that if I waited underneath the mistletoe, you'd come and swoop me off my feet and kiss me as if you were never gone. At least until all the snow has melted.



2. Out Of Time - Blur

“I'll be home soon,” you said. And you kept your promise.

I just didn't think you'd be lifeless and in a casket.


3. Tonight You Belong To Me – The Bird And The Bee

Every night she comes in to work on a pole on a stage. He doesn't approve, but then again he's not her anything. So until his job buys him a pretty ring for her finger, he'll stay quiet and watch her from the side of the stage.


4. Bootylicious (Rockwilder remix) – Destiny's Child

I don't know what got into her but by the time she slammed my back against the bathroom door we were panting and out of control.

“You got a...” she asked. So I frantically took out my wallet and searched inside for the baby blocker. I was sure I had one but as I then found out, I did not.

“Yeah, not gonna happen,” she said, smoothing out wrinkles on her dress. Then she left.


5. Moonlight Serenade – Lisa Ono

So we stayed there for hours. You and I, on our backs looking up to a star-filled sky. If we were anybody else, we wouldn't have liked the silence. But it was us, and we were content. So we stayed. For hours.


6. Back To Black – Amy Winehouse

As I stared at the sparks flying, not out of love, but out of contact between the knife and sharpener, I knew that this is for the best. Trouble, you are. But you will be no longer.

I died a hundred times, but did you care? No. Well, maybe. But not enough. If you had cared enough, the consequences won't hurt us, darling.

I wonder what it would feel like— bleeding your life out. They say people see flashbacks. But I don't want them. I just want it to be over in a snap. No flashbacks, no regrets. No nothing.

I guess we'll see, won't we?


7. Someone Like You – Adele

The crossing light turned from red into a permission for you to go to the other side so you start moving to make a step. But something stopped you and you just had to look across the street.

And there it was. The bitter truth— coming out of a front door of a house, giving smiles to each other as one said goodbye and one stayed behind. One drove off and one waved before walking back into the house. But wait, there she stopped. You couldn't see her clearly but somehow you knew that she saw you. And any minute now that door will once again shut, so you stayed where you stood and gave her a little nod.

Walk away, you said to yourself, so you took that step. But this time a different direction.


8. Here and now – Swing Out Sister

We were seven and we chased dragons and monsters and unicorns. And that day at the playground, in the sandbox, she had just finished building a castle. She called me over and I crawled to her, overly enthusiastic— and tripped over my own hands. In my defense, it was the most majestic sand castle I had ever seen!

But I screwed up. I managed to knock over a bucket, and at that moment, my best friend lost her castle. I remember looking up to her and feeling my stomach twisting into a knot. She sobbed over her fallen masterpiece and then asked— no, yelled at me, “why are you so stupid,” and then ran away.

I spent the next few minutes crying in the sandbox thinking about how ugly my handwriting was. About how I couldn't spell anything right or tie my shoes. About how I couldn't tell my right from left and how my best friend would always remind me which was which. And then I cried some more because I thought I would never see her ever again.

But from the corner of my teary eyes I saw her walking back to me. When she was close enough she stopped and I turned to her. I looked at her and saw that she was still crying. She was still mad at me, I thought, so I did the only thing I can do. I apologized for being stupid and also, “you can hit me if you want.”

I honestly thought she would when she took a step towards me. But instead, she pulled me into a hug and, in between her sobs, she said, “don't you ever, EVER, let me tell you that you're stupid ever again.”

Years came and went and apparently the so-called experts agreed that my brain has limited capacity to learn new things. “It's best that you get her home-schooled,” they told my parents.

But, “no. Give me one month,” she said to my dad, insisting that I could do just fine in a normal school. So she started spending every afternoon teaching me stuff our teachers had given up teaching me, every lunch break writing flash cards which I would practice with her, and every night texting me to remind me of the books I had to bring to school the next day. That month, I received my first B+ ever.

She never left my side and look at us now. Gowns and caps and all in a huge auditorium, ready to hear our names being called to shake hands with the principal and get our diplomas. She's sitting 2 rows behind me because of our last names but she promised that when they call my name, she will cheer the loudest.

My best friend, ladies and gentlemen. She never gave up on me.