[Song-Fic!] I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You

[truthespian.livejournal.com]

This is my most favourite fic that I've written, and so I thought, with the opening of this awesome community, I'd post it! =D

Title: I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
Author: truthespian
Rating: PG
Main Character/Pairings: Brad/Jeff, my WL OTP. =3
Summary: (Song-fic to Colin Hay's song) A breakup!fic with a surprise. Has angst and all that good stuff!
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For the life of him he couldn't stop pacing. He paced the living room, the bedroom, and sometimes he even paced the bathroom. Everywhere reminded him of Brad, he couldn't help but pace. Thinking sometimes helped too, but every time he thought about something, his mind would wander to those thoughtful talks that he and Brad had in the mornings.

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy

It's silent. So silent that maybe, he thinks, he's insane. He wanders around the house, stopping in doorways to look in empty rooms. He hadn't called Brad in so many days. He'd counted. 12. It's been 12 days since he called him; but it's been 12 days since they broke up. He didn't want to call him, but he wished that the phone would ring for him instead. He wished that he could pick up the receiver and on the other end would be that comforting voice again.

"Fuck," he whispered.

What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

It's been 12 days since he left the house, 12 days since he did anything social. 12 days thinking to himself about what he's done. 12 days of guilt, a couple of drinking. It was his fault, he noted, but he was the one who was feeling alone and sorry. He sat down on the couch, staring at the blank TV. He didn't bother to watch anything, he didn't bother to listen to the radio. He looked at the shelf full of books, but didn't make a move to get one. He was bored out of his wit's end, but he didn't bother to do anything to cure it.

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

"My fault," he said to the thick emptiness. "My fucking fault." He clenched his fist and closed his eyes. No one was around, so he cried. Shoulders shaking in sorrow and guilt, his eyes growing red in remembrance. One by one they rolled down his cheeks and each plopped onto the couch, leaving a wet memory behind until it was a flurry of tears and they just stained everywhere. He choked on a sob and sniffled, wiping his nose on the edge of his sleeve, mopping his eyes with the other sleeve. He stood up, still shaking slightly from the aftermath, and headed over to the phone.

"I have to," he said again to no one. "I just..."

Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years

His fingers lightly traced the surface of the phone. He picked it up and held it to his ears, the infinite monotone sound filling his ears. He set it down again.

"No," he said. "No."

Maybe it was that he didn't want Brad to know the guilt he felt. Maybe when he called him he'd tell him that he was sorry but Brad would say he was over it and that he had another. Maybe he'd call and no one would answer. Maybe he'd call and everything would be ok again. Maybe he'd call and Brad would say 'I love you' in that sweet way that gave Jeff so much reassurance. Maybe not. Maybe he'd wait.

But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

When he set the phone aside in his memory, he'd readied himself to venture out into the world. He readied himself for whatever would come his way. When he got outside, though, it was just another day. There were blue skies dotted with white clouds. In the distance there was the city and the sun that was setting behind it. He took in a breath of fresh air and waited. He waited for something to happen; but nothing happened. He went back inside.

He sighed and looked to the phone again. He wasn't going to pick it up this time. He shuffled over to the bottom half of the stairs and sat. He thought some more. He got up and walked around some more. He still didn't pick up the phone, he didn't go outside again, but he didn't cry again, he sighed instead. But when there was a knock at the door, his sigh was caught in his throat and he jumped up. He opened up the door.

If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

"Hey," Brad said.
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Hopefully I can post all of my B/J fics that I've got. =D Rock on.

Comments

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

I like the way you write. Very good descriptions and good repetition of the number 12. I'd love to see more of your work.

[truthespian.livejournal.com]

For some reason I like to use repetition a lot.

But um, thanks! I'll be posting more of my lovely fics. =D

[http://users.livejournal.com/-geektragedy-/]

Wow. This story is the Baileys Irish Cream of fiction.
Short, sweet, fresh, smooth and surprisingly enjoyable.

I'd love to see more of this stuff :)

[truthespian.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...Baileys Irish Cream... x3

Thanks a lot for the review, I'll definitely be posting more stuff. =D

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Awww!
I love this line: One by one they rolled down his cheeks and each plopped onto the couch, leaving a wet memory behind Beautifully descriptive.

Wonderful ending too :)

[of-gardenias.livejournal.com]

I think this paragraph:

When he set the phone aside in his memory, he'd readied himself to venture out into the world. He readied himself for whatever would come his way. When he got outside, though, it was just another day. There were blue skies dotted with white clouds. In the distance there was the city and the sun that was setting behind it. He took in a breath of fresh air and waited. He waited for something to happen; but nothing happened. He went back inside.

Is my absolute favorite. It's so simple, but so very effective.

Beautiful job!

[sess-satan.livejournal.com]

He picked it up and held it to his ears, the infinite monotone sound filling his ears.
"the infinite monotone sound" - if that isn't the epitome of breaking up with someone you love, I don't know what is. I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful that sentence is, it really moved me.

The whole fic is beautiful, in fact. I like how you use repetition effectively, rather than for the sake of using it. In the 'maybe' paragraph, I didn't even realise it was being repeated until the end!

I think there was room to delve into their characters a bit more, but I do like the subtlety of it.
Very good job!
.x.Sess.x.