Every Sunday went the same for Michael and Lauren from then on.
The two young adults taught each other things. Michael taught Lauren to loosen up, and Lauren gave Michael his Jesus. In her presence, he could do anything. He wrote countless songs about her. She would sing, her voice like that of an angel's, he would strum the guitar and occasionally harmonize with her. Every now and then they got high together. Sometimes, Michael would show up with a picnic, and the two of them would fall asleep in the park after their meal. The days flew by, and it soon grew cold. Halloween came and passed quickly.
"Michael?" Lauren asked one chilly day in November.
"Yes, Lauren?" He replied.
"Why did you visit my town that first time?"
"I traveled around looking for true meaning in life. I had already visited every other stop the train made."
"Why did you come back?"
"Well, because I met this girl. She was fiery, and quick witted, and she grabbed a cigarette right out from between my lips and threw it away." Michael looked down at her with a smirk. "And then, I fell in love."
"She sounds just wonderful." Lauren replied cockily. Michael giggled, placing a kiss on her nose.
"Why did you walk back the same way the following week?" Michael asked her.
"Because this damn town never gets strangers, and I hadn't seen anyone with reddish hair before." Lauren said after a minute of thought.
They sat silent again for a while, just enjoying the other's company. Finally, Michael pulled his battered guitar onto his lap.
"I didn't want to play this before the right time, but I think now it is the right time." He said.
When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You're taking me apart
Like bad glue
On a get well card
He sang.
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light
Blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know...
Lauren nearly began to cry. She loved Panic! At The Disco, and Always was one of her favorites. Weakly, she wiped away her tears and smiled at Michael. With a small grin, she blinked twice at him, and he leaned in to press his lips to hers.
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Sacrilegious
Fanfiction//Sunday morning, wake up early, skip church service to find my Jesus. I know it sounds so sacrilegious, but I just don't belong in a place like that.\\ in which he's looking for true meaning and she disapproves of his smoking.
