[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I think I can tune a guitar." He said with a laugh. He finished off his coffee, and sat the cup on the counter beside him. "Being frontman for a band, I certainly hope I sound good. I had years of voice lessons. You have to have more than just a pretty face to be in a band." He said, slipping out one of his gauges. He tugged on his ear lobe gently, wondering if he got water in it from the shower; it was starting to hurt. Or maybe his hearing was getting a lot worse. Shooting yourself in the head kind of killed your hearing on that one side. He slipped the gauge back in, drumming his fingers on the counter.

"I'm gonna need a hearing aid soon if my hearing doesn't get any better on this side." He said quietly, still tugging at his ear like a child having pains there. "Why don't we go play that guitar?" He asked, and hopped off the counter, helping her down. He walked to her room and sat in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to find it. He pulled it into his lap, turning a knob, then strumming; continuing that until he got it to sound the way he wanted.

"Come here." He said, taking her gently into his lap. He sat the guitar on her thigh, bringing her fingers to the strings. He laid his head on her shoulder, looking over and moving his fingers. "Okay, now strum."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey finished her coffee as well before he asked about going to play guitar She thought over his words. "You're heaeig always been going bad?" She huffed, trailing after him, smirking when he sat down on the floor. She sorted through her closet, carefully pulling out the guitar case in her closet. "This was my dads..." She murmured, removing the sleek acoustic from the case and gazing down at it, lost in thought for a moment. She seemed to do that a lot when it came to things about her father.

Carrying it over to him, she offered it out somewhat hesitantly, watching him tune it. He asked that she come sit down and she sat carefully in her lap with a slow breath, comfirtable with the feeling of him being so close. She felt him set the guitar down on her leg, and take her hand and she placed them on the strings. This felt so familiar it saddened her for a moment before she smiled. "My dad used to teach me.." She murmured. "He always said I had a good voice and should get lessons too...." Shaking her head in slight amusement she began to strum as asked.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He smiled, kissing her neck gently. "Everytime I sing, it seems like I'm singing to no one and nothing at all can replace what is missing.." He sang quietly, moving his fingers across the neck of the guitar, his hand over hers, telling her silently when to strum. "You left me the victim, but what does it matter? It's here when you're lacking, never get better. And every time you hear this song, girl, I'm thinking about you. Please hold on. If real love's forever, forever I'll wait for you.. Surrender your heart, just know that I'll miss you. Believe in this trust, and never let go. Cause I'm taking your pictures and holding them tight; cause I don't know when I'll be coming home.."

He kissed her neck again, wrapping his arm around her and hugging him close.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled as he began to sing and play the chords of the song, strumming when the gestures of his hand had her. Leaning back, she listened happily, breaths slow. She honestly wasn't sure she had been this happy in a long time. Nit since she had sold her soul at least.

And then he was hugging her slightly. She leaned into it, head tilting at the kisses. This was what she had been looking for...this is what she had wanted. What had she done though..? Why was her wish being granted? Or was it?
She swallowed faintly, simply content with right now.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled, rubbing her stomach gently. "We can be like Sonny and Cher." He joked, keeping her close to him. He didn't want to let go. He wanted her here, close to him. He took the guitar into his hands, strumming a few notes. He slowly got into a rhythm, an old song he hadn't heard in years.

"Saying 'I love you' is not the words I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you not to say, but if you only knew how easy it would be to show me how you feel; more than words is all you have to do to make it real. Then you wouldn't have to say that you loved me, cause I'd already know." He kissed her neck again, laying his head on her shoulder. "What would you do if my heart was torn in two? More than words to show that your love for me is real. What if i took those words away? Then you couldn't make things new, just by saying 'I love you'."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled, completely content with curling up against him and listening. Eyes closed, her smiling remaining as he continued to sing. "You're amazing.." She murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple, an arm wrapping around his waist, hugging him tight. She sighed softly, trying to remember the last time she had nust sat and listened to somebody like this.

Drawing in a soft breath, she titled her head against his shoulder with a faint hum.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled at her words, setting the guitar on the floor beside them. He hugged her close, running his hand across her stomach gently. "Yeah, well, I'm not near as amazing without you around." He said quietly, placing a kiss on her shoulder. He ran a hand through her hair, wishing he could just stay like this forever. Somehow, when she was around, he wasn't aware of how much pain he really was in. It was like nothing mattered but her.

"You're my saving grace.." He whispered, his arms tight around her.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled as he touched her stomach again, finding herself really enjoying the feeling of those gentle hands. "Mm...I just want you to be okay.." She murmured quietly in response, cheek resting on his collarbone, breath caressing his neck. "I can't get over hiw much better everything feels..."

For once her phone was off. No calls or stresses, no time to think about how she had screwed up her life. Just him and just now. And currently, that was all and everything that she wanted. Deep down it scared her, she was afraid of loving again because she was so afraid of experiencing such hurt and memories. But Britton....
"You're different from all the other guys..." She murmured against his chest. "You're my dream come true."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"The only difference between me and every other guy is I know I'm dying. I know I don't have much time left. And I have to make the most of it. And I want to spend what time I have left with you." He kissed her neck, hugging her close. He didn't want to let go. She was too beautiful, too warm. And she just felt too right.

"Words can't even begin to describe how much you mean to me.. You're like the light at the end of the tunnel. You make me want to keep going when my body is ready to give up." He bit his lip, wondering if he really did have much time left, if Satan was just gonna screw him over and kill him, tell him 'well, you're better now, fucker'.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey only hugged him gently tighter. "I wish you weren't so sick..." She whispered softly, swallowing. She kissed his shoulder gently, shifting her weight a bit so he didn't agitate any of the bruises along her body.
She gazed up at him after a moment, searching his face quietly. "I wish I could do something to help you...cos if listening to him doesn't work-..." She shook her head.

"I always fall for the guys I can't have..." She mumbled to herself in realization, again resting her cheek against his chest. It isn't fair, what you keep doing to me..Why can't I have something I want for once? Just this once...