The Script(Pg-13)

[ANARCHit3cht]

Author's Note: Because I have been waaaay out of the writing loop, I am writing out songs for practice. I plan to write out the songs in the Album "The Script." I am not really in control of the content as much as I could be, but I really don't think anything will be bad for a Pg-13 Audience. If you wonder why I choose to use this to practice, it is because: A) It is a pretty nice practice and B) I am locked in perpetual sorrow, and sad songs make me happier, so I have an excuse to listen to them. Also note, that I will probably only be able to write up a few songs. Because, some are very hard to interpret and then put into a story form... so... just a heads up.
Chapter Note: The Chapters will be in order of the track numbers, but I don't think that I will write them in that order. I will write what is easiest for me.

The Script​

Chapter 1; We Cry
Chapter 2; Before the Worst
Chapter 3; The Man Who Can't Be Move
Chapter 4; Breakeven
Chapter 5; If You See Kay
Chapter 6; I'm Yours
Chapter 7; Rusty Halo
Chapter 8; The End Where I Begin
Chapter 9; Fall for Anything
Chapter 10; Talk You Down
Chapter 11; Live Like We're Dying​

Chapter 3; The Man Who Can't Be Moved

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It was pretty early in the day, and I was heading down the street to get my morning coffee, and then I saw her. She was beautiful, and I knew I was in love. It took a whole hell of a lot out of me, but I mustered up the strength to approach her. "H-hi... ." I waved to her, and I really didn't know what else to say. "How a-are you?" I questioned.

She smiled, her teeth were even beautiful. In a voice only like an angel, she replied to me, "I'm fine, how about you?"

Then... well... I don't really remember it all too well. The next thing that I really knew is that we were going on our first date. It was completely magical, and I was even more shy than when I had first met her. I was in awe, someone extremely beautiful and kind was sharing dinner with me. That night dragged on, as did a few others. But.. I eventually warmed up to her. Each passing day turned to weeks, and then the weeks to months. It had been a few months before everything turned to hell. She ran off with him. Oh... how I despised him.

Eventually my heart could take it no longer, I still loved her. I didn't know what to do, I was filled with emotions. But mostly, I was heart broken. I could never get over her, not as long as I still loved her; and I always would love her, til' I... died. My rational mind was overwhelmed with grief, and I was forced to think with the only other thing I could, my heart. In hopes of meeting her, I went out to that corner, armed with only a sleeping bag and her picture..

I laid it out on the corner at dawn, and sat until dusk. Sleep overcame me, so I eventually succumbed to it. Upon waking the next morning, I found myself in the way of passing by pedestrians, so I moved against the wall. I showed everyone who could spare me the time of day that picture, most apologized, and some even handed me cash. My clothes were nice, but I wore a saddened, and pained look on my face. Perhaps that is why so many found me a charity case. Another day passed, all ending the same.

I hadn't faced much trouble until the police man showed up. People complained for some reason or another, so he was dispatched to move me. Looking down at me, he said, "Son, I am going to have to ask you to get off this corner, you can't stay here. There are shelters all over town I could –

I looked up at him, "I am waiting for someone, and I don't care how long it takes. I will stay here as long as it does, be it a day, a month or a year. I will stand my ground. If she changes her mind, she will be here," I pleaded. I didn't expect him to, but he just nodded and then left. I think that he understood me, and knew that nothing could come in the way.

In the passing days, I heard the whispers of people. Some laughed and jeered, "what a fool, she'll never show up... ." Yet others showed compassion "I hope he finds her, he deserves it." Even others found it sort of romantic "wow... he is just like a prince charming, waiting for his princess to arrive and take him away... ." With all the buzz, the media eventually diverged upon my corner. The broadcast me on the news, and even questioned me about who the girl is, and why I am looking for her.

I looked at the camera, "This girl, she is my... my first and only love. I will stay on this corner just in case she changes her mind about me. She will know where to come, and when she does, she will find me." The news lady was in slight tears, and then gave her sign-off. In minutes, her crew was gone. Soon after that, another van rolled up, and she came out. He heart had ached for me, so he came to the only place she could, the place she knew I'd be.

Chapter 6; I'm Yours

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Author's NoteRambling:] After reading this over, I don't think I wrote this as good as I could. I think I focused too much on him being, eh, a loser. There is something else awkward about it, I think I sort of mashed two styles together maybe...? I know why.... this didn't come as natural as I would've liked, it was forced :/ However, it did get me in the mood for Chapter 3.

All his life, he was an average person; he had an average life. He was no sports star, no scholarship winner, he was... normal. Never a winner, he didn't even come out in second, third, or even fourth place most of the time. Even when he put all he had into it(which he always did) he never came out on top. But that, that didn't matter to him. Nothing did, he didn't need money, fame, or success. The single one thing that he really did care about was her. Sadly enough, he never did rise amount to anything more than a good friend. That single reason was the cause of most—if not all—his grief.

As an outcast, it is a wonder that he even managed to talk to a girl with her prestige. She was beautiful, popular, smart, and an athlete. However, it happened. And maybe, it was for the reason that he loved her so. Even though everyone put him down, and explained that "she was outta' his league." That was true, she was out of his league. He didn't have much to offer her except one thing, he was hers. Anything that she needed, he would do.

Whenever she cried, he was her shoulder to do so on. To the best of his ability, he would cheer her up. Although he didn't always hit the sweet spot with what he said—often times making things worse—but he tried. He made it perfectly clear to her, that he would always be there, no matter what. He isn't the most sophisticated person, or the smartest, but he was okay with that, and he hoped she was. He was rough around the edges, and she knew that.

I don't expect much good rating on this, because I hope that am far more capable. There isn't much description really(I should add some) but it focuses more on feelings and what not... . (Excuses are bad, I know... .)