Sara lay in her bed grinning again. The small guest room she was borrowing from Greg while her apartment complex was being remodeled lay right between his bathroom and kitchen. She laughed as over the shower water stopped she could hear Greg's voice singing.

Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi

Papa was a copper and mama was a hippy

In Alabama she'd swing a hammer

Price ya gotta pay when ya break the panorama

She never knew that there was anything more than poor

What in the world does your company take me for?

Black bandana

Sweet Louisiana

Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana

She's a runner, rebel and a stunner

On her merry way sayin' baby watcha gonna?

Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal 45

Just another way to survive

California, rest in peace

Simultaneous release

California show your teeth

She's my priestess; I'm your priest

As the shower water stopped so did his singing. She chuckled, knowing that he'd probably forgotten the rest of the song. Then suddenly he began singing again.

All the girls in the bathroom talkin'

Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins?

My ears are burnin' but I kept on walkin'

Smile on my face and an air guitar rockin'

The Sadie Hawkins Dance and my khaki pants

There's nothing better

Oh oh oh

The girls ask the guys

It's always a surprise

There's nothing better

Baby, do you like my sweater?

Any further singing was silenced by his clock/CD player's alarm going off late.

Do you believe every thing that you read?

Everything that you see on the set?

You look around at this sleepy little town and think that this is as good as it gets

Well, what you're lookin' at is heaven-sent

Everyday is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid

I've got a holiday

A paid holiday

I've got a holiday in my head

He had sung along with the alarm before stopping it. She heard him walking into the kitchen to begin cooking breakfast. She smiled as she picked out her clothes and he sang.

Someone call a medic 'cuz I think she's gonna strike again

She slammed down the phone and gave the finger to the nightstand

That holds the picture in the heart-shaped frame we bought at Target

Yes, I think we got a problem but I can't put my finger on it

It seems like you told me I'm in over my head

But all I remember is makin' out constantly

If I don't get up then I'll prob'ly end up dead

She's the undisputed champ of my world

Down for the count

Over and out

Toss in the towel 'cuz she really got the best of me

I can't hang around

Get kicked while I'm down

What was that sound?

I just wish the F-ing bell would ring

The rest of the song was drowned out by her shower and two walls.

Breakfast passed in semi-silence, but once the car was started his CD player came on, too and he sang along

He likes vampires and hit list radio

But turns it off when he hears this one song he knows

And you breathe, the windows down

Drivin' I-4 as you make your way back home

You drive in silence because he will not let go

And you breathe, the windows down

It's a new place that you have found

I've been up late writin' books

All about heroes and crooks

One of 'em saves you from this

The other one steals you and then

Sure things fall

All sure things fall

He stopped the CD and began singing another song.

Well, I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand

Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?

I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now

Where'd you come from?

Where am I goin'?

Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for

Waiting for you?

All my sins I said that I would pay for them if I could

Come back to you

All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

He stopped as they arrived at the lab.

He managed to make it through work without singing, merely humming, but once they were back in the car he began again.

You've got your ball

You've got your chain

Tied to me tight

Tie me up again

Who's got their claws in you my friend?

Into your heart I'll beat again

Sweet like candy to my soul

Sweet you rock

And sweet you roll

Lost for you

I'm so lost

For you

Oh, and you come


Into me

By that time Sara had joined him singing. He smiled as they both stopped simultaneously. Then, lost in the moment, Greg leaned over the console and kissed Sara. The rest of the ride passed in silence, save for Greg's incessant humming.

Upon reaching the house Greg promptly began to cook dinner and as usual he began to sing.

Am I more than you bargained for yet?

I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear

'Cuz that's just who I am this week

Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum

I'm just a notch in your bedpost

But you're just a line in a song

Drop a heat

Break a name

We're always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team

We're goin' down

Down in an earlier round

And, Sugar, we're goin' down swingin'

I'll be your number one with a bullet

A loaded gun complex

Cock it and pull it

He stopped as Sara began talking. "You know, Greg, I've never heard you finish singing a song," she teased. "Then why'd you stop me?" he teased back. "'Cause it's fun," she said grinning. He leaned down and kissed her before they both continued.

We're goin' down

Down in an earlier round

And, Sugar, we're goin' down swingin'

I'll be your number one with a bullet

A loaded gun complex

Cock it and pull it.


I know this one's weird for me. It's so fluffy…but give me a break, it was 3 am when I wrote this.

My next story will also be a song fic based on Yellowcard songs.


Oh and the songs!

1. Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers

2. Sadie Hawkins Dance - Relient K

3. Holiday in My Head - Smash Mouth

4. Down for the Count - Bowling for Soup

5. Sure Thing Falling - Yellowcard

6. Angels of the Silences - Counting Crows

7. Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band

8. Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Fall Out Boy