When Everything Feels like the Movies (s/a)
title: When Everything Feels like the Movies
author: sooverrated_x
rating: very G
pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick
warnings: pure fluff
summary: a year of white lines and labled cds
disclaimer: I don't know or own them, they belong to themselves and each other ... obv. As far as I know, this didn't happen. This is all a product of my over active imagination (: title comes from the googoo dolls
A/N:Yet another one of those stories that I wrote with original characters and just changed the names.
Whenever Alex did this, I thought of the movie The Notebook - when he was just lying in the middle of a seemingly deserted road where a car could come speeding by any second. When I asked him why he did it, he didn’t answer me, so I didn’t pester him. It was just him, the road in the music that was being fed to him through the little white headphones that were attached to his CD player that he kept in the front pocket of his sweater. He didn’t believe in ipods, he had CDs for everything. He had a soundtrack for every little moment in life. When we were driving around in his car, he had a CD for that, when he went for walks in the pouring rain and thunder and lightning, he had a CD for that. So of course when we got in the car, silently driving out into the county where you could drive for miles on a stretch of road and not pass another car, he had a CD for that. And when he parked the car on the side of the road, he pulled out one of those books that held about fifty different CDs and pulled one out, putting it in that walkman that he took with him everywhere. When he said “Come on, Zack,” and grabbed my hand that first time, I didn’t know what he was doing. All I knew was that I liked how my hand felt warm in his.
I wouldn’t step off the grass on the side of the road that first time, so he just let me stand there as he walked out to the white lines on the road, and laid down on them, putting the headphones in his ears. He drowned out me with the rest of the world and just laid there while I watched him from the car. I don’t know how long we were there, but I can remember hearing about five different muffled U2 songs playing from inside of the car - Alex must have done that. After that first time, it was about a month before he took me out to that stretch of road again, again taking my hand and pulling me out of the car. I didn’t join him again … I didn’t want to invade. But I did ask … I asked him why and he just shrugged so I didn’t ask him again. And every time on the way home, we listened to songs that had the word road in them somewhere. Sometimes I didn’t completely get him, but it was those little antics that made me come with him every time. It was the little things that made me want to keep going with him.
The drives out to the road became more and more frequent, and every time he’d lay with the white lines of the road underneath him, and me at the car watching him. I lost count of how many times we went out there, but I didn’t care. Every time it was the same, the only thing that changed was the music on the way there, and the music that I could hear coming from the car when he went out to the road. It was that one day in March, March fifteenth, when more then the music changed. All of his CDs had labels, trivial words like driving, bridges, beautiful, and I always caught a glimpse of these labels but I never did pay much attention to them. Until I saw him pull out one with 'Zack' scrawled across it and put it into his walkman. And then he put another one with the same thing written across it into the CD player in the car. When he went out to the middle of the road and put the headphones over his years, I opened the car door and rolled down the window. That was when something in me just clicked. When I heard those words ‘When everything feels like the movies,’ everything sort of made sense to me. I don’t know why it was that line, or how that combination of words made sense to me, but they did. The song made me remember the day, March fifteenth, a year since he had first taken me out to the road. This whole thing with Alex and the road and his music clicked with me. I still didn’t get why he was doing it, but that one song that was playing from his car made me realise that this was like the movies. He was doing something to get me to notice that he wanted more. He wanted more then the long drives to no where with different playlists, and me watching him lying on those white lines. He wanted more then my hand in his until he stepped onto the pavement and I let go to say on the grass next to the car.
I pulled his hoodie out of the back seat of his car and pulled it over my head, turning the car off so the music stopped. I stepped off of the comfort of the grass onto the pavement of the deserted road. I never actually thought that I’d do this, go out on the road with him. I always thought that I’d just stand on the grass while he laid out on the road for god knows how long while we both listened to the music that he picked out for us. It just seemed right that way. Now it seemed right to go out there and lay next to him on the road - him in the middle above the white lines, and me a little off to the side.
I don’t know if he heard me, or if he could just feel me coming. The way I could always just feel it when he was about to call and say “Hey Zack, let’s go for a drive” and I’d know what he meant. Either way he turned his head and looked at me as I stood there above him, wearing his sweater. The way he smiled with his face rather then just with his lips was enough to invite me to lay myself down next to him and to take one of the earbuds out of his ear and but it into my own. The song that had been playing in the car was now in my ears “and I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand.” But I understood. I understood when his hand found mine, and our fingers intertwined in a way that they never had before. I knew that look that was in his eyes, the look that he had been giving me for a year, even when I’d drop his hand so that he could go out to the middle of the road - that look that said ‘I hope you’re getting it Zack.’ And I got it when his lips connected with mine and the fact that I was completely comfortable with it didn’t scare me. It took a year for my lips to find his, for my head to find his shoulder. It took a year for it to hit me - a year of car rides, lines in deserted roads and playlists burned to labeled CDs, but I finally got why Alex did this. It was his way of saying, ‘it could be just you and me, and we’d be fine, that if a car came, yes we’d be screwed, but I’m with you so it’s okay. ‘ And I was kind of as in love with that as I was in love with him.
author: sooverrated_x
rating: very G
pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick
warnings: pure fluff
summary: a year of white lines and labled cds
disclaimer: I don't know or own them, they belong to themselves and each other ... obv. As far as I know, this didn't happen. This is all a product of my over active imagination (: title comes from the googoo dolls
A/N:Yet another one of those stories that I wrote with original characters and just changed the names.
Whenever Alex did this, I thought of the movie The Notebook - when he was just lying in the middle of a seemingly deserted road where a car could come speeding by any second. When I asked him why he did it, he didn’t answer me, so I didn’t pester him. It was just him, the road in the music that was being fed to him through the little white headphones that were attached to his CD player that he kept in the front pocket of his sweater. He didn’t believe in ipods, he had CDs for everything. He had a soundtrack for every little moment in life. When we were driving around in his car, he had a CD for that, when he went for walks in the pouring rain and thunder and lightning, he had a CD for that. So of course when we got in the car, silently driving out into the county where you could drive for miles on a stretch of road and not pass another car, he had a CD for that. And when he parked the car on the side of the road, he pulled out one of those books that held about fifty different CDs and pulled one out, putting it in that walkman that he took with him everywhere. When he said “Come on, Zack,” and grabbed my hand that first time, I didn’t know what he was doing. All I knew was that I liked how my hand felt warm in his.
I wouldn’t step off the grass on the side of the road that first time, so he just let me stand there as he walked out to the white lines on the road, and laid down on them, putting the headphones in his ears. He drowned out me with the rest of the world and just laid there while I watched him from the car. I don’t know how long we were there, but I can remember hearing about five different muffled U2 songs playing from inside of the car - Alex must have done that. After that first time, it was about a month before he took me out to that stretch of road again, again taking my hand and pulling me out of the car. I didn’t join him again … I didn’t want to invade. But I did ask … I asked him why and he just shrugged so I didn’t ask him again. And every time on the way home, we listened to songs that had the word road in them somewhere. Sometimes I didn’t completely get him, but it was those little antics that made me come with him every time. It was the little things that made me want to keep going with him.
The drives out to the road became more and more frequent, and every time he’d lay with the white lines of the road underneath him, and me at the car watching him. I lost count of how many times we went out there, but I didn’t care. Every time it was the same, the only thing that changed was the music on the way there, and the music that I could hear coming from the car when he went out to the road. It was that one day in March, March fifteenth, when more then the music changed. All of his CDs had labels, trivial words like driving, bridges, beautiful, and I always caught a glimpse of these labels but I never did pay much attention to them. Until I saw him pull out one with 'Zack' scrawled across it and put it into his walkman. And then he put another one with the same thing written across it into the CD player in the car. When he went out to the middle of the road and put the headphones over his years, I opened the car door and rolled down the window. That was when something in me just clicked. When I heard those words ‘When everything feels like the movies,’ everything sort of made sense to me. I don’t know why it was that line, or how that combination of words made sense to me, but they did. The song made me remember the day, March fifteenth, a year since he had first taken me out to the road. This whole thing with Alex and the road and his music clicked with me. I still didn’t get why he was doing it, but that one song that was playing from his car made me realise that this was like the movies. He was doing something to get me to notice that he wanted more. He wanted more then the long drives to no where with different playlists, and me watching him lying on those white lines. He wanted more then my hand in his until he stepped onto the pavement and I let go to say on the grass next to the car.
I pulled his hoodie out of the back seat of his car and pulled it over my head, turning the car off so the music stopped. I stepped off of the comfort of the grass onto the pavement of the deserted road. I never actually thought that I’d do this, go out on the road with him. I always thought that I’d just stand on the grass while he laid out on the road for god knows how long while we both listened to the music that he picked out for us. It just seemed right that way. Now it seemed right to go out there and lay next to him on the road - him in the middle above the white lines, and me a little off to the side.
I don’t know if he heard me, or if he could just feel me coming. The way I could always just feel it when he was about to call and say “Hey Zack, let’s go for a drive” and I’d know what he meant. Either way he turned his head and looked at me as I stood there above him, wearing his sweater. The way he smiled with his face rather then just with his lips was enough to invite me to lay myself down next to him and to take one of the earbuds out of his ear and but it into my own. The song that had been playing in the car was now in my ears “and I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand.” But I understood. I understood when his hand found mine, and our fingers intertwined in a way that they never had before. I knew that look that was in his eyes, the look that he had been giving me for a year, even when I’d drop his hand so that he could go out to the middle of the road - that look that said ‘I hope you’re getting it Zack.’ And I got it when his lips connected with mine and the fact that I was completely comfortable with it didn’t scare me. It took a year for my lips to find his, for my head to find his shoulder. It took a year for it to hit me - a year of car rides, lines in deserted roads and playlists burned to labeled CDs, but I finally got why Alex did this. It was his way of saying, ‘it could be just you and me, and we’d be fine, that if a car came, yes we’d be screwed, but I’m with you so it’s okay. ‘ And I was kind of as in love with that as I was in love with him.