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[Central.]
Title: Central.
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Fandom: Maxïmo Park.
Pairing: Paul Smith/Lukas Wooller
Disclaimer: Not real.
Rating: G
Word Count: 348
Summary: Paul's mind working overtime.
Notes: Angst, Paul POV.
Sometimes, I’ll while the hours away sitting at the creaky wooden table in that cramped little kitchen, resting my head upon my knee and thinking. That cramped little kitchen that was once ours. You. And Me. Lukas and Paul. Us. It once belonged to us. I’ll sit there on my own in that cramped little kitchen, with only a pen and a sheet of sharp white paper for company. I’ll think, and think, and think. And the entire composition of my thoughts is made up of you. And me. Us. So I’ll write down your name in the centre of the paper. Because you’re central to my thoughts and feelings; all the rapture and all the anguish. You’re central to my life. I’ll remember the days before life grew cold, those beautiful days when the rain fell on us like there’d be rain no more… you taking my hand in yours and kissing me as though we were on film, like a scene from the movies. I still believe in those days, you know. I’ll start to sketch a heart shape around your name. I’ll take my time, because I want it to look perfect, to do you justice. I feel like a lovesick schoolgirl, doing this. But that’s okay; you make me feel like a teenager again. You can cast aside my worries of adulthood with a simple glance, and I will then feel a youthful skip in my heart. I’ll alter my technique, and shade in specific areas of the heart to give it texture. Some parts of my heart are darker, deeper than the rest. I’ll look at my work. Smile. Then my sentiment will change. If the sheet of paper represents my life, with you in my heart, then what takes up the rest of the page?
Nothing.
My life is empty, hollow, and meaningless, it’s just a blank white sheet of paper without you there. Come back to my cramped little kitchen, and make it ours again. Paul and Lukas’ cramped little kitchen.
It doesn’t have to be like this.
Title: Central.
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Fandom: Maxïmo Park.
Pairing: Paul Smith/Lukas Wooller
Disclaimer: Not real.
Rating: G
Word Count: 348
Summary: Paul's mind working overtime.
Notes: Angst, Paul POV.
Sometimes, I’ll while the hours away sitting at the creaky wooden table in that cramped little kitchen, resting my head upon my knee and thinking. That cramped little kitchen that was once ours. You. And Me. Lukas and Paul. Us. It once belonged to us. I’ll sit there on my own in that cramped little kitchen, with only a pen and a sheet of sharp white paper for company. I’ll think, and think, and think. And the entire composition of my thoughts is made up of you. And me. Us. So I’ll write down your name in the centre of the paper. Because you’re central to my thoughts and feelings; all the rapture and all the anguish. You’re central to my life. I’ll remember the days before life grew cold, those beautiful days when the rain fell on us like there’d be rain no more… you taking my hand in yours and kissing me as though we were on film, like a scene from the movies. I still believe in those days, you know. I’ll start to sketch a heart shape around your name. I’ll take my time, because I want it to look perfect, to do you justice. I feel like a lovesick schoolgirl, doing this. But that’s okay; you make me feel like a teenager again. You can cast aside my worries of adulthood with a simple glance, and I will then feel a youthful skip in my heart. I’ll alter my technique, and shade in specific areas of the heart to give it texture. Some parts of my heart are darker, deeper than the rest. I’ll look at my work. Smile. Then my sentiment will change. If the sheet of paper represents my life, with you in my heart, then what takes up the rest of the page?
Nothing.
My life is empty, hollow, and meaningless, it’s just a blank white sheet of paper without you there. Come back to my cramped little kitchen, and make it ours again. Paul and Lukas’ cramped little kitchen.
It doesn’t have to be like this.