I know, people, shoot me! I should concentrate on my proper stories, instead of pestering you with this cr*p.
Anyway, here's the umpteenth shortie from you loyal psycho mena. *laughs*

I have been baking this for a while, ever since I listened to this song for the first time. Don't ask me why this song and why this topic, because I don't know.

This shortie is based on my story, All Through a Lifetime, so if you don't read it, I don't think you will like this one... but you can always give it a try and then catch up with it, aha!

I don't own the actors mentioned in here, nor the song, that belongs only to Bon Jovi, but I do own the plot in general. No steal, please.

PG-13 rated, for once.

:love:

Silence surrounds me and wraps me up like a velvet dress, while I am sitting in the armchair, slumped inside the fist of music that whirls all around me.
Before my watery eyes, images run with the flashing speed of memories and thoughts, changing, moving, so close at hand that I almost feel like I can touch the faces of the people that show off before me, and yet, they are so distant and elusive, far away like in another life.

It feels like I'm walkin' on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbours stop to watch us walk by
You can hear 'em talking (let them talk)

Jaime and Jess are striding smoothly down the renewed Via Condotti, chatting closely, arms linked, the soft afternoon breeze brushing their hair. I can see the faces of men turn to look at them as they proceed, barely conscious of their adumbrated looks.

Sometimes I think that you're the only reason
The sun still shines (when it shines)
And when this wicked world starts bringing me down
I know that I'm one lucky guy

In a quick flicker, time folds and implodes, and now I am looking at Henry, sitting down with his elbows on his knees and a guitar in his lap, a few friends around him in the small room. Smoke spirals from somewhere, and the kids laugh and pat each other on their shoulders. For a moment, he turns his face towards me and I feel like he can actually see me, look through me, before he casts his eyes down again.

I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (she's a work of art)
I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)

Mone’, my beloved Mone’, is standing in the middle of her office, throwing aside everything on her desk, looking for something I cannot see. Papers shuffle and folders fall at her feet, until, with a triumphant smile, she grabs her car keys and slides out her white coat.
She tosses it on the floor with in a frenzy and slams the door close behind her, but I cannot hold a chuckle when she opens it again, grabs the coat and hangs in properly in place.

She says that someday she's gonna marry me
When that day comes that we walk down the aisle
She'll make me feel like a prince, a lord or a king

I’m staring now at the wide lusciousness of an open garden, shimmering of all hues of emerald. All around me, friends are smiling and clapping their hands; I can see Sadie, Andie and Billy’s friends, everybody holding their breath for the expectation, and as I follow the direction of their stare I see Billy and Mone’, holding hands, right above us on the small balcony, and my girl turns her back at us; her white wedding dress moves like a soft cloud, lights smashes into splinters against the tiara in her hair, when she lifts an arm to throw down her bouquet.

She likes to wear her stripe with her plaids
And she won't brush her hair (I swear)
She don't like wearing shoes in December
But I don't care (I don't care)

Rain is falling on the sideways of London, emphasizing the traffic lights and the lucid gleam of cars, and Ruby runs quickly down the street, holding her purse above her head to shelter from the rain; I follow her when she urges up the stairs to stop and take a big breath before the door. She’s so close I can detect the small droplets of rain on her face, and the small smile tugging up the corners of her lips, before she opens the door and disappears from my sight.
Ruby shuffles the door close behind her, and for an instant a curious expression of shock spreads on her face. I can tell music is blaring loudly inside the room, and eventually her surprise melts down into tender amusement, when both our eyes frame the lovely sight of a little girl. She must be not older than two years old, and she is dancing crazily on the kitchen table, shaking her small body in the carefree way only children can do, her smooth black curls hopping all around her face.

I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (she's a work of art)
I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)

And then, the little girl stretches her arms over and a man steps inside the corner of my eye, a man I know well, that is now making her turn into his arms, keeping on the crazy dance, tickling his daughter to make her laugh, until something seems to catch his attention.

If I was a holy man I'd get down on my knees
So the angels that watch over her would give a break to me
Holy Mother of saint bubble gum and sister band-aid knees
Won't you please pray for the ones like me

I watch Orlando turn towards Ruby, funny embarrassment flushing his cheeks when she scrolls her head and rolls her eyes; right then, the kid escapes his grip and runs down to her. As the image blurs before my eyes, the woman bends down to pick her up from the floor, crossing Orlando’s eyes in a look that I have been trying a thousand times to define, but never succeeded because it simply holds too much power.

But the truth is someday
Somebody is gonna take her (from me)

In the loneliness of his studio, Viggo is standing before an unfinished canvas. There is paint on his hands and on his cheeks, and his eyes hold a concentrated expression when he moves the brush up and down, like following the detailed orders of a voice in his head, like trying to give shape to a picture that, to him, is real already.

Suddenly, he pauses; moving a step aback, he stretches a hand to touch the wet surface of the canvas with his fingertips. His eyes flicker of the humid light of emotion, and a small pensive smile curls up on his lips. When he retrieves his hand, there is gleaming red color on his fingers.

Like in slow motion, I move behind him in my head, and now I can see the picture from behind his shoulder: a dark ocean roars in brilliant steaks of purple, and there’s a siren in the middle of the image, her face barely tilted towards the beholder, ginger wet hair stretched in the wind.

But the queen of hearts will always be
A five-year-old princess to me (to me)

I got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (she's a work of art)
I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)

Again, the vision changes, and I feel my heart speeding up when I recognize the woman.
I know who she is, and I know where she is: Rome spreads unmistakably under the afternoon sun, with its red rooftops and ripe green trees, and Mena is walking down the street, with that smooth allure of hers, her chin up, a smile on her lips.
A soft breeze is playing with her hair, and she tilts her head back, like inviting the wind to play more, to lift her up. I’m free, she’s saying, I’m happy.

I got the girl (she's gonna leave her mark)
I got the girl (she's a work of art)
I got the girl (she's gonna break your heart).

Darkness fills the room. The images are gone, leaving me alone, but so not alone, wet eyes and racing heart.
Lights explode right when a warm hand grabs my wrist, causing me to startle softly, and I have to squint my eyes to frame the face of my sister who is sitting by my side.

“You’ve been crying!” she calls out in a light tone, and I cast my eyes down with a childish pout.
“Relax,” she goes on in a whisper, “I think everybody has been crying, anyway.”

Frowning, I turn back to look at all the people sitting behind us, my parents, our friends; she is right, the most of them have tears in their eyes, and a numb expression on their faces.

My eyes survey the lined armchairs, until I spot Amber, not too far away, with Jess and all the others. She catches my look and, with an eloquent grin, she lifts her thumbs up in a triumphant gesture.

“Red,” a man calls at me in a hushed tone.

“Yes, Viggo?” I whisper likewise, and he stretches over the line of armchairs to point at the silver screen, when the credits of the movie are still running,

“I told you, this was going to be an awesome movie.”

I cannot hold a proud grin, eyes running to the other actors who, with him and myself, allowed us to be here, today, and see one of my biggest dreams come true.

“Yes, you told me.”

He reaches a hand to shake mine in a friendly gesture.
“Now, that sequel we have been talking about…”

A movie!!!!! ahhh! I loved that ending, I screeched and smiled so big! I was wondering if it was just pieces of memories, but it was a trailer! You are sooo brilliant! I love you to pieces! And, someday, I swear, we'll see it....oh yes, we shall!


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I loved this more than anything, because, let me tell you a secret.....when I am in Monroe, we wear our white coats to lab, and each time I get home from lab, I throw my books about the floor without a care, but then, I go and hang up my coat in the closet, ever so carefully. It's like a sign of respect for my profession, somehow, and I always do it. The fact that somehow you had enough intuition to know I would do something like that made me squeal!!! Psychic soul sistas!

Description of the tiara was to die for! eeeeeeeeee!

This image made me smile so big! How freaking adorable!

Loved this part so much....I can see it so clearly in my mind.

Love Love Love Love!!!!

You always have the best twists. We are short story writing addicts!

:blush: :blush: :blush:
If it were a movie, I'd have it written in the contract that I want all of you at the premiere. There can be no other way for it to be.

SIGHHHHH!!

I think I felt a bit moved by this little fairy tale here, missy... a little babygirl with dark curls framing her face and a handsome man waiting for Ruby...

*groans*

I feel like crying, especially today that life appears so dull and gray...

:meh:

I, uh, noticed the mention of the word "sequel" in there, love...was that a Freudian slip or are you trying to send me insane?? lol

wow that was really fantastic. I loved it it was just wow.