#22: It's All About the POV
Title: Be Here Now
Word Count Total: 256/ 233/ 266
Rating: PG
Fandom or Original: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Kitty moves to New York after she graduates and goes to visit some old friends.
“Just come upstairs.” I could hear the smile in his voice over my phone’s tinny reception in the hallway. I had to smile too. Finally, I was here in New York, where the action was. The past two years had been long and forgettable, without glee and without most of the drama of Sophomore year. There had been no more singing in the hallways between classes, the auditorium had remained bolted shut.
I found the stairs easily. “I’ll see you in a minute.” I said, hanging up the phone. I climbed slowly, feeling a little out of place. I’d heard some of the stories, but it felt like there was so much I had missed out on. I told myself I didn’t care; I had my own life to lead. I had been prom queen (without the pranks) and head cheerleader (without any accidents). But all of that had felt so meaningless without a song to sing.
And now I could hear the music all the way from the stairwell. It was just one song, I told myself… but I knew it was one of many. I shook my head, I was here now and that’s all that mattered. The future looked bright, even though I tried not to let my hopes get too high.
As I slowly approached their door, I suddenly recognized the song they were singing. It sounded different now, not quite sad and lonely, but somehow hopeful. My breath caught in my throat. It seemed like they had moved on without me.
==
“Just come upstairs.” Your reception is terrible, but you can hear how happy he is that you made it. You are happy too. After two long years, you are finally here in New York. High school had been boring without glee club, without spontaneous performances and most importantly, without all your old friends.
It’s still unbelievable somehow. You shake your head as you start towards the stairs. “I’ll see you in a minute,” you say into the phone. You don’t want to talk; you need a minute just to digest it all. When you started high school, you never would have thought you’d end up here, going to meet the most unlikely group of friends.
To be honest, you’ve all kind of lost touch over the last two years. That’s kind of how life works, isn’t it? They have their own lives and so did you, back in Ohio. You try not to think about it too much. You’re here now, aren’t you? You can hear a familiar song drifting down the stairwell. Why are they singing? Have they been singing for two years and you never knew about it?
You frown as you slowly approach their door. The song sounds different than how you remember it. The song is about hope and movement and they sound like they really mean it. You gasp. It seems like they have moved on without you.
==
“Just come upstairs.” Kitty looked around the huge foyer, feeling a little lost. Her reception kept fading in and out and she still wasn’t 100% sure she was even in the right building. There was no lock on the front door, no doorman. Apparently the only thing keeping her friends safe was their own locked apartment door.
Finally, she saw the stairs, tucked away next to a small elevator. It was the old fashioned kind where you had to pull open the outer door and hope it didn’t break while you rode slowly up to your floor. Kitty would be terrified go in something like that. She sighed, starting towards the stairs. “I’ll see you in a minute,” she said and promptly hung up. She hated when people tried to fill the spare moments before they arrived, narrating their every move. No one really cared.
Instead she was lost in thought during the brief moments while climbing the stairs. She told herself that this was a good idea, coming to New York, majoring in business. She could have gone anywhere. All her friends were already upstairs… they were just waiting for her to arrive.
She heard a song all the way from her place in the stairwell. It seemed like that they had started without her. Well, it didn’t matter, she was here now, right? She could just join in where they left off, couldn’t she?
But she knew as she heard that familiar song that it sounded different now, more hopeful. She sucked in a breath. It seemed like they had moved on without her.
Word Count Total: 256/ 233/ 266
Rating: PG
Fandom or Original: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Kitty moves to New York after she graduates and goes to visit some old friends.
“Just come upstairs.” I could hear the smile in his voice over my phone’s tinny reception in the hallway. I had to smile too. Finally, I was here in New York, where the action was. The past two years had been long and forgettable, without glee and without most of the drama of Sophomore year. There had been no more singing in the hallways between classes, the auditorium had remained bolted shut.
I found the stairs easily. “I’ll see you in a minute.” I said, hanging up the phone. I climbed slowly, feeling a little out of place. I’d heard some of the stories, but it felt like there was so much I had missed out on. I told myself I didn’t care; I had my own life to lead. I had been prom queen (without the pranks) and head cheerleader (without any accidents). But all of that had felt so meaningless without a song to sing.
And now I could hear the music all the way from the stairwell. It was just one song, I told myself… but I knew it was one of many. I shook my head, I was here now and that’s all that mattered. The future looked bright, even though I tried not to let my hopes get too high.
As I slowly approached their door, I suddenly recognized the song they were singing. It sounded different now, not quite sad and lonely, but somehow hopeful. My breath caught in my throat. It seemed like they had moved on without me.
==
“Just come upstairs.” Your reception is terrible, but you can hear how happy he is that you made it. You are happy too. After two long years, you are finally here in New York. High school had been boring without glee club, without spontaneous performances and most importantly, without all your old friends.
It’s still unbelievable somehow. You shake your head as you start towards the stairs. “I’ll see you in a minute,” you say into the phone. You don’t want to talk; you need a minute just to digest it all. When you started high school, you never would have thought you’d end up here, going to meet the most unlikely group of friends.
To be honest, you’ve all kind of lost touch over the last two years. That’s kind of how life works, isn’t it? They have their own lives and so did you, back in Ohio. You try not to think about it too much. You’re here now, aren’t you? You can hear a familiar song drifting down the stairwell. Why are they singing? Have they been singing for two years and you never knew about it?
You frown as you slowly approach their door. The song sounds different than how you remember it. The song is about hope and movement and they sound like they really mean it. You gasp. It seems like they have moved on without you.
==
“Just come upstairs.” Kitty looked around the huge foyer, feeling a little lost. Her reception kept fading in and out and she still wasn’t 100% sure she was even in the right building. There was no lock on the front door, no doorman. Apparently the only thing keeping her friends safe was their own locked apartment door.
Finally, she saw the stairs, tucked away next to a small elevator. It was the old fashioned kind where you had to pull open the outer door and hope it didn’t break while you rode slowly up to your floor. Kitty would be terrified go in something like that. She sighed, starting towards the stairs. “I’ll see you in a minute,” she said and promptly hung up. She hated when people tried to fill the spare moments before they arrived, narrating their every move. No one really cared.
Instead she was lost in thought during the brief moments while climbing the stairs. She told herself that this was a good idea, coming to New York, majoring in business. She could have gone anywhere. All her friends were already upstairs… they were just waiting for her to arrive.
She heard a song all the way from her place in the stairwell. It seemed like that they had started without her. Well, it didn’t matter, she was here now, right? She could just join in where they left off, couldn’t she?
But she knew as she heard that familiar song that it sounded different now, more hopeful. She sucked in a breath. It seemed like they had moved on without her.