This one is to Mel, who has let me characterize her as everything from a criminal to an 8 year old, to now, a drunk. ILY girlie!
This is my first songfic. Be nice?
Baby Come On
She's a pretty girl
She's always falling down
And I think I just fell in love with her
But she will never remember, remember
He watched as she stumbled around the room, tripping over people as messed up as she was. It broke his heart to see her that way, but he felt as if there was nothing he could do for her. He’d try talking to her, but somehow he got the feeling she wouldn’t remember the conversation even if he did. But something about her tugged at his heartstrings, and he knew he had to do something. So he walked over to where she was staggering, and sat her down gently.
“Hey,” he said.
I can always find her
At the bottom of a plastic cup
Drowning in drunk sincerity
A sad and lonely girl
She heard whoever helped her sit say hello, and she tried to do the same, but words failed her, except for the slurred mumble that she managed to produce. She was holding her red cup tightly, and though it was empty, it felt full to her.
She hadn’t meant to come to the party tonight. She gave up on that lifestyle when she fell in love with her boyfriend…ex-boyfriend. But when she walked into their shared apartment one day to find him with another girl, she fell back on her old ways. It wasn’t fair that she gave up everything for him! But she was the one who was upset and alone, while he got everything he wanted!
She didn’t realize she’d said all that out loud, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around her. It was comforting, and she knew the person hugging her wasn’t trying to use her, and she succumbed to his embrace.
“What’s your name?” she slurred.
“Kevin.” Was his simple reply.
“Melissa.” She said back, before he could even ask. Then the tears started to flow freely.
Quit crying your eyes out
Quit crying your eyes out, and baby, come on
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on
Quit crying your eyes out, baby
His arms wrapped themselves tighter around her as she burst into tears. Though he’d never met her, he wanted to help her so badly. She’d been hurt and used, and she needed someone to sit with her and talk her out of her troubles.
Though he never intended to go to the party, something told him he should. So even though he didn’t drink, and didn’t really approve of the antics of most at the party, he stayed. Then he saw her alone, upset, with a drink in her hand.
“Shh, it’s okay,” He murmured into her ear. He felt her relax into him, as the cup was slowly dropped to the ground.
“Thank you,” she managed to say somewhat clearly as she pulled from his embrace. “Can you – can you sit with me a little bit longer?”
“I’ll sit with you all night if you want me to,” he replied, and they both knew it was true.
And she said, I think we're running out of alcohol
Tonight I hate this f**king town
And all my best friends will be the death of me
And they won't ever remember, remember
She told him about her life. How she was before she met HIM, and how she found herself going back into that pattern. She told him about how her friends got her started down the path, but she was the one who kept it going. How she was worried that her life was spinning out of control and her friends wouldn’t even care. Just one less person to have to split the alcohol with.
She told him how she hated living in the same place all her life, and how even though she tried, she couldn’t move away. She felt stuck, trapped. She told him how she wondered what it was like to feel the sand between her toes in Egypt, and the snow in her hair in Antarctica. She shared her hopes and dreams with this stranger.
A stranger she felt comfortable with. She knew she was drunk, but she’d never felt more at ease with anyone else. She just hoped she didn’t feel like she made a fool of herself the next day.
So please take me far away
Before I melt into the ground
And all my words get used against me
You sad and lonely girl
He told her who he really was. A musician, a brother, and someone famous. He told her about his family, the places he’d been, and the places he dreamed of going. He promised her that trip to Egypt, and another to Antarctica. He promised her everything he could to make her happy. And he meant every word.
He could tell she was worried that he was going to let her make a fool of herself, but he wouldn’t. The few minutes that soon lapsed into hours enabled them to get to know one another in a way that he was beginning to fall for her. She was sad and lonely and needed someone.
He needed someone too.
Quit crying your eyes out
Quit crying your eyes out, and baby, come on
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on
Quit crying your eyes out, baby
She woke up the next morning with a major headache in a room she didn’t recognize at first. She then remembered she attended a party one of her friends asked her to. She didn’t remember much of anything after that.
Flashes of the previous night ran through her mind. A friendly hug, talking, the name Kevin, but nothing she was able to string together to put the night together. She was worried at what could have happened. She’d had her nights where she couldn’t remember the next morning, and remembered the things she was told she did.
She blamed it on HIM, but deep down she knew it was her fault. She needed to change her ways. It was as if a light was suddenly shining on the person she used to be, telling her what was wrong, and how it needed to be fixed. She vowed to do just that.
“Mel?” she heard a voice call, and she turned around confused when she didn’t recognize the voice.
Quit crying your eyes out
Quit crying your eyes out, and baby, come on
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on
Quit crying your eyes out
Isn't there something familiar about me?
Quit crying your eyes out
The past is only the future with the lights on
So quit crying your eyes out, baby
He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but it was with Melissa in his arms. He woke up the next morning tired, but fulfilled. He knew that he could help Melissa change her ways. He didn’t know when it happened, but he fell in love with her.
Getting up gently so as not to wake her, he walked around (and over) the various people scattered throughout the house in search of a restroom. After he found one, he returned to the living room to see Melissa awake and looking as if she were about to leave.
“Mel?” he called, and he watched as she turned around confused. She looked even more confused when she saw him.
“Yeah?” she said, her voice crackly from the sleep she was just roused from.
“How are you doing this morning?” he asked, trying to take her into his arms.
She slinked away. “Better.” She replied. “Who are you?”
Kevin’s heart was crushed. Of course, she wouldn’t remember.
“K-kevin,” he said sadly. “Isn’t there something familiar about me?”
“No, I’m sorry.” Melissa said before passing him and walking out the door.
Kevin was left standing alone, dreams of Egyptian sands and Antarctic snow gone with the girl he fell in love with, who would never remember him.
