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Thumbsucker Snitch
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I Thought of You
Oh, God, I don't know where I am.
I thought I knew this place
(blue eyes)
like the back of my hand, but now, I have no idea where I am.
This is the Lodging House. I was upstairs
(becky)
in the bunkroom, sleeping… then Jack woke me, and there was an orange light, and this indescribable heat, and the smoke…
(hi my name is louie)
I got out of bed, and the floor tried to burn the bottom of my feet, but
(bright blue eyes)
calluses had made them too rough for that. I remember
(blink, wait)
trying to run, and then falling… and now I can't see anymore. I'd always had trouble seeing, y'know, only having the one eye, but… but… the smoke!
(not becky, no)
It's everywhere, I can feel it churning around me like water,
(blink blink where are you?)
and when I try to cough it out, try so hard I fall to my knees, one hand caressing my throat,
(you only have one eye)
the other pawing the ground, trying to find a door
(blink, oh my god blink)
or a staircase as my lungs try to expel that damned smoke
(I don't want girls anymore)
from it's new lodging inside me.
It's getting harder to breathe… I'm thinking of things I haven't thought of
(pretty pink dress)
in years… and other things that have run through my mind endlessly
(david david's eyes)
for the past month or so.
(blink, hold on blink!)
Why is it so dark I can't breathe I can't see I can't think Oh my God Where am I It's so hot Oh my God have I died have I died and have I gone to
(davey, where are you…?)
I wake up, coughing roughly, and open my eye to see a pair of
(becky's)
bright blue eyes staring back at me. They're wet, and the high cheeks beneath them have rivers of pale skin among
(no, not becky, davey)
the soot. The skin just beneath these eyes is wrinkled from a smile, and I can hear relieved laughter.
"He's okay!" are the words among the laughter, words said in the voice that quickens my pulse. "Oh, thank God, he's okay!"
(Davey, oh god, it's)
"Davey!" I cry, then start coughing again. He shushes me, running his fingers through my hair.
"Be quiet, Blink." he says, the orange light casting shadows on his face and adding depth to his cheeks.
"Davey, what 'appened?" I say, still coughing.
"A stray cat knocked a lantern over, and it caught on the curtains. The fire spread. The others got out okay, but apparently you fell, and got left behind," he sighs and more laughter makes it's way from his mouth as he grabs the back of my head and holds it to his chest. "I was so sure you would die… but I had to go back in there and check… oh, God, Blink! Thank God you're all right!"
I would be more than happy to stay like this the rest of the night, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the movement of his fingers in my hair, the steady up and down of his chest… but a fireman comes and shoos us away so he can work at putting out the fire.
As Davey and I walk over to our friends, I take his hand.
"I t'ot I's gonna die in dere, Davey."
"Yeah?"
I feel my face heat up in a blush. "When I t'ot I's gonna die, I t'ot a youse." I sigh. "Youse da last t'ing I t'ot of 'fore I blacked out."
Davey nods. "Good." He squeezes my hand. "I'm glad."
"Really?"
"Yes." He smiles and kisses my cheek, which makes me smile.
"I owe youse me life, Dave."
"I'll take your heart and we'll call it even." he replies with a grin. I laugh and hug him around his shoulders.
"'S all yours, Davey. 'S all yours."
END
***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
Aww!
Cute!
THE STRANGE PAIRING WHORE STRIKES AGAIN!
Thanks to Shimmerwings for the pairing idea. ^_^ WOO!
It's probably a little odd 'cause I tried that Stephen King style that I love so much yet again!
But I thought it would help with the tension.
Probably just made it confusing.
**sigh** I never win!
