Number Eight--Monaboyd songfic
Title: Number Eight
Author: Christina
Rating: oh like G or something. The song's dirtier than the fic lol.
Summary: I jumped on the 18 things bandwagon. Here is the result of number eight and a songfic that’s been begging me to write it. The song is “Just So You Know” by Holly Palmer.
Pairing: Dom/Billy, implied Billy/Hairdresser.
Disclaimer: I am not Billy. I am not Dom. I am also not a purple dinosaur or a yellow teletubby. It’s so obvious.
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"…Number eight: 'I really liked the smell of his car when we were in New Zealand, because we used to keep our surfboards in there, and his car just absolutely reeked of rotting wetsuits and sand and protein shakes. Billy didn't care about that."
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Tell me baby
If maybe we could put the top down
The sun is flying so high today
And the shine off your cherry fenders
Would be too much but not too much
With your hand reach out
With your mouth shape the phrase
And say
I don’t have to tell you that I’m ecstatic to be here with you in your car. We’re going surfing in what you say is one of the best spots in the whole world, but we both know that surfing in New Zealand was the best. Everything was best in New Zealand. But we don’t talk about New Zealand a lot. It now seems like a dream or part of some other life. We are both wishing we are there right now and I’m sure you are playing the same game of pretend as I am. That we are there. Because everything was best there. We were the best there but here we seem to not quite fit and I know that’s because you’ve been having an affair with your hairdresser. You take him surfing and he’s a guy--hairdresser. I don’t need to say more ‘cause I know and you know I do.
With your eyes look over
With your car pull over
That's all it's gonna take
'Cause I have been paying very close attention to your habits
Somebody over there at the counter
In the diner on the corner in the corner of my mind
Wears your face
On a different day I am someone else too
And we disappear together
We fold up and fly away like paper airplanes
We rub each other's creases and line up each other's angles
And we choose the brightest papers and we fly
I’m not concerned that you love him more. I am concerned though, over the fact that you’ll use him more than me. Because, of course, he lives in Scotland and I’m always in L.A. I know you’re thinking about it too because as you pull the car into the parking area at the beach you leave it idle for a brief minute and look over like you are about to bring it up. There is a moment that I actually want to talk about it, but I know that words will just mess us up anyway. You don’t need to say anything because I know that you feel a little lost like I do and I don’t blame you. At all. I know you understand this.
'Cause we could really take our time
We could really get our shapes just right
And fly off each other into the night
And where we land is out of our hands
And so in this way we don't stop
We never stop
We don't stop
We won't stop baby
I get out of the car before anything can be said to ruin our time together. I don’t need to go back thinking that I might never have this with you ever again. And it’s such a perfect day too. The waves are breaking high and there are only a few other people here. So it gives us more alone time. More time to kiss and sparkle and just damn-well surf. The water is cold and fantastic. I snap my leash the first time out and I know you’re going to offer to give me your board, but I don’t wait around and just spend the rest of the day keeping a close eye on mine every time I take a tumble. Later on when we are just lying on the beach, you reach your hand over to me and we lay there sprawled out like two beached starfish. You don’t need to tell me you love me….
Just so you know
Just so I know
Just so we know
We're together
If I can look in your eyes
And see what I feel then it's real
And I know
We're together
Author: Christina
Rating: oh like G or something. The song's dirtier than the fic lol.
Summary: I jumped on the 18 things bandwagon. Here is the result of number eight and a songfic that’s been begging me to write it. The song is “Just So You Know” by Holly Palmer.
Pairing: Dom/Billy, implied Billy/Hairdresser.
Disclaimer: I am not Billy. I am not Dom. I am also not a purple dinosaur or a yellow teletubby. It’s so obvious.
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"…Number eight: 'I really liked the smell of his car when we were in New Zealand, because we used to keep our surfboards in there, and his car just absolutely reeked of rotting wetsuits and sand and protein shakes. Billy didn't care about that."
-*-*-
Tell me baby
If maybe we could put the top down
The sun is flying so high today
And the shine off your cherry fenders
Would be too much but not too much
With your hand reach out
With your mouth shape the phrase
And say
I don’t have to tell you that I’m ecstatic to be here with you in your car. We’re going surfing in what you say is one of the best spots in the whole world, but we both know that surfing in New Zealand was the best. Everything was best in New Zealand. But we don’t talk about New Zealand a lot. It now seems like a dream or part of some other life. We are both wishing we are there right now and I’m sure you are playing the same game of pretend as I am. That we are there. Because everything was best there. We were the best there but here we seem to not quite fit and I know that’s because you’ve been having an affair with your hairdresser. You take him surfing and he’s a guy--hairdresser. I don’t need to say more ‘cause I know and you know I do.
With your eyes look over
With your car pull over
That's all it's gonna take
'Cause I have been paying very close attention to your habits
Somebody over there at the counter
In the diner on the corner in the corner of my mind
Wears your face
On a different day I am someone else too
And we disappear together
We fold up and fly away like paper airplanes
We rub each other's creases and line up each other's angles
And we choose the brightest papers and we fly
I’m not concerned that you love him more. I am concerned though, over the fact that you’ll use him more than me. Because, of course, he lives in Scotland and I’m always in L.A. I know you’re thinking about it too because as you pull the car into the parking area at the beach you leave it idle for a brief minute and look over like you are about to bring it up. There is a moment that I actually want to talk about it, but I know that words will just mess us up anyway. You don’t need to say anything because I know that you feel a little lost like I do and I don’t blame you. At all. I know you understand this.
'Cause we could really take our time
We could really get our shapes just right
And fly off each other into the night
And where we land is out of our hands
And so in this way we don't stop
We never stop
We don't stop
We won't stop baby
I get out of the car before anything can be said to ruin our time together. I don’t need to go back thinking that I might never have this with you ever again. And it’s such a perfect day too. The waves are breaking high and there are only a few other people here. So it gives us more alone time. More time to kiss and sparkle and just damn-well surf. The water is cold and fantastic. I snap my leash the first time out and I know you’re going to offer to give me your board, but I don’t wait around and just spend the rest of the day keeping a close eye on mine every time I take a tumble. Later on when we are just lying on the beach, you reach your hand over to me and we lay there sprawled out like two beached starfish. You don’t need to tell me you love me….
Just so you know
Just so I know
Just so we know
We're together
If I can look in your eyes
And see what I feel then it's real
And I know
We're together