The Way
By: Moigoodness
Email:
moigoodness@yahoo.com
Hooray for song fics!
Disclaimer: Don’t own A
Walk to Remember or any associated characters, nor do I own Clay Aiken or his
music (although I know somebody who wouldn’t mind if I owned Clay Aiken and
gave him to her as a gift).
Okay, so
I’m sitting here pretending someone just put a bullet through my shoulder. I can do that. Damn, I still can’t get over how fake this
stupid red dot on my arm looks. Isn’t
blood supposed to spread or something? I
hope my arm doesn’t fall asleep before this thing ends. I have enough trouble with my lines as it is,
I don’t need a tingling arm to distract me.
How did I get into this again? I
was supposed to have some one-liner part in this play. I’ll never know what possessed Ms Garber to
give me the male lead but here I am, trying not to make a complete idiot out of
myself. Okay good – I don’t have to say
anything for awhile. Plenty
of time to just collect my thoughts.
All right, this is where you come in.
Right on cue – there’s the Obi-Wan Kenobi cloak.
“Look, I ain’t blaming ya. I’m not
asking for forgiveness either. Just did
what I had to do.”
Now you
take that rug off and…
There’s something about the way you look tonight…
Damn. Like a “WOW!” kind of damn. I had heard some of the girls gushing about
that dress but I never expected… well I never expected this. I guess this is what happens when we don’t
have a final dress rehearsal. I mean
yeah I’ve done this plenty of times in practice but that was when you were
wearing overalls, or that old sweater.
Shit… am I supposed to say something here?
There’s something about the way that I can’t take my eyes off you…
I just got
shot. I’m probably supposed to be
sitting here in pain or something. So
why can’t I stop staring? Another line …
shoot, what is it?
“When you
walked…” Focus, Landon, focus! “Outta the rain and
into my club… that wasn’t just a coincidence, was it?”
“Nothing’s
coincidence,” you say. Your voice rings
in the room like perfect crystal. But I
only half-hear it.
There’s something about the way your lips invite…
My eyes
are fixed on your mouth, those soft pouting lips as you speak. Your makeup and the stage lights make them
seem to shimmer as you form your words.
I can’t move, I can hardly think.
Maybe it’s the way that I get nervous when you’re around…
But I know
I have to think. I have to think hard
enough to speak. I have another line.
“Your face. You look so familiar…like this dame I knew once only it wasn’t
real. It was a dream.”
“Tell me
about this dream girl.”
And I want you to be mine…
What’s
there to tell? You know her – she’s
sitting right in front of me. But that’s
not the right answer. Not today anyway.
“Well…” I
stutter almost absent-mindedly. “I don’t
remember…”
I’m
looking around now, finally breaking my gaze for a few moments. I definitely have no idea what I’m
saying. I’ve come completely undone and
all it took was one look at you. Why the
heck aren’t there any cue cards for this production?
And if you need a reason why…
“All I
know... is that… you’re beautiful.”
And it’s
the truth, I know it is. I want to take
your face in my hands and say it to you again, but I still can’t move. I keep waiting, until I realize that I still
didn’t get it right.
“The dream. Help me to remember. Will you sing for me?”
It’s in the way that you move me,
And the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you
tonight.
I can
relax now. You’re singing your song… but
my mind won’t stop spinning. Everyone
can see me, my eyes following you as you move along the stage. Everyone can see but I don’t care
anymore. Your hair is amazing, your skin
flawless. You’re beautiful, from your
soft brown eyes down to each perfect fingertip.
It’s in the way that you hold
me,
And the way that you know me,
And when I can’t find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way.
Truth be
told, this isn’t the first time I’ve been consumed by thoughts of you.
There’s something about the way you stay on my
mind…
It’s been
plaguing me for weeks now. Ever since you slammed the door in my face. No girl has ever shot down the Carter charm
like you did. Maybe that was it – I
finally realized that it’s not about getting the girls,
it’s about finding the one who looks past the act I put up.
There’s something about the way that I whisper
your name when I’m asleep…
You’re the
last thought on my mind before I go to sleep and the first thought in the
morning when I wake up. Even in my
dreams, I can’t escape you. Nor do I
really want to. You’re there every
night… laughing, teasing, being yourself. And every night, you’re just one step ahead
of me. I reach out for you, to take your
hand… and I wake up.
Maybe it’s the look you get in your eyes…
And when I
wake up I remember the glimmer in your eyes, the sunlight reflecting off those beautiful
browns. I love looking into them and
watching them dance.
Oh, baby it’s the way that it makes me feel to see
you smile…
And that
amazing smile… the way your lips curve so naturally, so gracefully. As if you were born to be happy, to fill the world
with laughter and joy.
And the reasons, they may change…
As I watch
you tonight, singing on the stage before me, I realize there’s so much more
that I’ve barely scratched the surface.
But one thing’s for sure…
But what I’m feeling stays the same.
It’s in the way that you move me,
And the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you
tonight.
It’s in the way that you hold me,
And the way that you know me,
And when I can’t find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way.
You’re
finishing up now, making your way back to your chair across the table from
me. I’ll have to say something or do
something soon, everyone’s expecting it.
But I can’t. The only thoughts I
have are of you. Trying
to understand the way that I feel.
I can’t put my fingers on just what it is that
makes me love you, you baby.
So don’t ask me to describe, I get all choked up
inside,
Just thinking about the way…
I’m at a
loss for words, looking at you as you sit down in front of me. We’re so close to the end of the play, but
I’m stuck. Please, say something. Get me out of this because I can’t do it
right now. Not with this beautiful angel
sitting in front of me, looking right through me and into my soul with her big
brown eyes. The sound of her voice still
pierces me to the core. My heart is
pounding a million miles a minute and my brain… well that part of me gave in
awhile ago.
It’s in the way that you move me,
And the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you
tonight.
It’s in the way that you hold me,
And the way that you know me,
And when I can’t find the right words to say…
I just
can’t remember my line. It’s hopeless –
no point in trying to remember. But the
show has to go on, doesn’t it? So I do
the only thing I can do. I do what my
heart is screaming at me to do, what I’ve been dying to do since I saw you.
There’s something about the way you look tonight.
There’s nothing more to say than…
My lips
touch yours and I feel it instantly. I
hope you do too.
I feel it in the way.