Pink Like Our Love (Red Sky At Night "sequel")

#10 Getting Over This (Song)

Percy’s POV

“I won’t leave you just get that into your head!” Nico screamed after a night full of nightmares.

   “Well how could I know? You stormed out last time and didn’t really care to see from my point of view?” I didn’t scream, I said it tiredly. Every fight we had I was just sitting there, trying to convince him that things would be okay, I didn’t raise my voice unless something really bad happened. Nico in his turn, always screamed, his voice went up in a falsetto and he used a lot of movements.

   “Well I’m sorry for existing!” Nico screamed and started moving around the room. “Maybe I should just leave since I’m such a burden.”

   He paled when he realized what he said; he shook his head and left the room. Not the apartment though since I could hear him scream from the living room that he was mature enough not to storm of.

   This was just on of many fights that we had had. We fought about nightmares, that neither of us told the other one about it, we fought about the twins, who would pick up them or cook the food; we even fought about the bills. I guess that’s grown up life for you.

   This time he had woken up from a nightmare, he wouldn’t say what it was about but somehow we came into the forbidden subject – the bridge incident. It had been a few years ago so Nico thought that it wasn’t necessary to talk about while I thought the opposite.

   I stood up from the bed, I couldn’t just sit here; I loved that Ghost Douche.

   Coming into the living room I saw Nico sit in the couch, he had tears streaming down his face but he silently cried not wanting me to see him. He also clutched a pillow to his chest and he traced the bookshelf with his eyes. It had been his idea to put our pictures in it when it came clear that neither Nico nor me had enough books to fill it. Now on the middle shelf there was ten picture frames of us.

   He stared at one in particular. This photo was taken on our first dates; I had taken him to a carnival. In the photo I had my arm around his shoulders and were grinning big with my eyes closed. Nico just stood there like a dead fish and stared with an open mouth at the Ferris wheel.

   “Baby it’s cold outside.” I sang softly, it had been the same song that was playing at the carnival, in the time of the photo taking.

   Nico turned to me but was still grumpy so I knew he wouldn’t sing along.

   “I’ve got to go away.” I sang his part and then smiled. “But baby it’s cold outside.”

   I waited for him to sing his part but noooo, apparently grumpy pants wouldn’t have it. So I moved on to the next song.

   “Oh please say to me. You’ll let me be your man.” I sank down against the wall still looking at Nico that wouldn’t sing. “And please say to me, you’ll let me hold your hand.”

   He shook his head and laughed. He moved away from the living room going into the small kitchen. I followed of course.

   “Yeah, you got something I think you’ll understand. When I say that something I wanna hold your hand.”

   Nico hushed me and took out a glass and drank some water, testing me to see if I would continue singing.

   “And when I touch you I feel happy inside, it’s such a feeling that my love I can’t hide.”

   He rolled his eyes and walked past me out into the living room and back to the bedroom again. He sank down on the bed crossing his legs and leaned back, still daring me to continue singing. I wasn’t the best singer in New York, hell I wasn’t even better than the worst singer in NY but Nico stilled loved to hear me sing… even if I sounded like a dying cat.

   “I wanna be your boyfriend do you love me baby? What do you say? Do you love me baby?” I winked at him.

   “That doesn’t count they say hey little girl in the beginning. Since when am I your little girl?” Nico protested and threw a pillow at me.

   “You have always been my little girl.” I winked at him and threw the pillow back.

   “Next song and maybe I can forgive you.”

   I started laughing before half snorting, half singing:

Well, holy moly me oh my

 you’re the apple of my eye

Girl, I’ve never loved one like you.

“Get better you piece of shit!” Nico screamed laughed.

   “Come up with something better then!” I snorted again.

   “What something like this?” he cleared his throat.

Lost my heart, but what of it

He is cold I agree

He can laugh, but I love it

Although the laugh’s on me

 

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him

And long for the day when I’ll cling to him

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

“Is that from the 40s?” I laughed and fell to the floor clutching my stomach.

   “I hate you.”

   “Love you too.” I said pulling him in and kissed him. I loved the way we got over fights.

Songlist:

Baby, It’s Cold outside – Louis Armstrong

I Want To Hold Your Hand – The Beatles

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend – Ramones

Home – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Bewitched, Bothered, And Bewildered - Ella Fitzgeral - performed by Nico di Angelo