I MISS YOU

((birthday songfic for Erin))

(I miss you, I miss you)
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

I'm Erin. Today is my birthday, and prom night. I'd begged my boyfriend, Joe Jonas, on my knees, for him to go to prom with me. He claims he can't. He said he'd love too, and he'd try to make it in time, but he doubted. What a birthday this was. My heels bleed of pain on the inside from that one dance. Just one dance. With a guy whom I'd never liked, and would never think of as more than an acquaintance. I was desperate. I needed someone. I wait for a ride. My parents are late, like always. Dad is probably at a bar, with some co-workers, and has forgotten of his burden. And mom, she'll hand over the excuse of how work has unfortunately gifted her with exhaustion.

(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

So I sit here, corsage in hand, reflecting on this night. I'm sitting on the sidewalk, which leads to a road, plastered of dull tar, where one of my parents' car should be. Rain is pouring down and how I say, my night just can't get any better than this. Rain trickles my feet as they sway back and forth, while my arms are back behind me, and I am leaning. My mascara is ruined, for I can feel is gliding down my eyes, and arriving on my cheeks. I've done my best as the girlfriend to text Joe, or call, but he's either able to talk to me for all of 2 minutes, or can't do anything at all.

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
[x3]

Yet to my eyes, in my surprise, an abnormal looking van, almost like a stretch-van or something, comes driving into the area where I should be getting picked up. The van sits write in front of me, and this isn't a van. It's a tour bus. In gold script is painted "Jonas Brothers: When You Look Me In the Eyes Tour". My eyes widen with fear, and widen further into glee. It's him. And I can't believe it. He may have doubted, he may not be here on time, but he's here. He steps out of the tour bus, gracefully, a smile plastered onto his beautiful face. Offering me a hand, he says, "Milady, may I have this dance?" Pulling me up, he keeps a hold onto my hand, and pulls me close. Our chests against each other, mixes of my perfume and his cologne. He laces his fingers into my soaking brown hair and we dance.