Wow! I'm completing one of my fics? Is this a sign of the apocalypse?
I don't own this song (a perfect capper for this fic), nor do I own any of the characters.
The Warmth of the Sun- The Beach Boys
What good is the dawn that grows into day
The sunset at night or living this way
For I have the warmth of the sun within me at night
The love of my life, she left me one day
I cried when she said, "I don't feel the same way"
Still, I have the warmth of the sun within me tonight
I'll dream of her arms and though they're not real
Just like they're not there is the way that I feel
My love, like the warmth of the sun, will never die
Amber lay in her bed in Hawthorne, California. She was completely silent and still, almost to the point of being afraid to move. There were several reasons for this, the least of which being that she might arouse her aunt and uncle. Most of all, though, Amber didn't want to break the spell.
Amber rolled over and stared through the open shades. The streetlamp across the street cast its light through the branches and leaves of the large oak tree that sat in the front yard, casting strange contorted shadows across the room. The ceiling fan spun steadily and calmly above Amber, covered in her floral bedspread.
Velma had no longer been able to put up with Amber, especially after the blow-up over the relationship that Amber had had with Corny. This would not have been all that bad, if not for the fact that Amber had been involved in the same sorts of things with Shelley. That had been the straw that had broken the camel's back, and Velma had decided to get Amber as far away from her old life as possible.
However, there was one thing that could not be taken from Amber, and she was glad for it. She could still dream. She could drift off to that wonderful fantasy world, where she could still enjoy her time with Corny and Shelley, still feel Corny's hot lips as they tasted her lipstick, still feel Shelley's manicured fingernails as they ran down her back, where Amber could still feel happy.
This was all Amber needed, and this was all she asked for.
Whew! It's done! Thanks for sticking around for the long haul!
Until next time, keep smiling!