The Boys Next Door

Age Differences, A Word of The Wise, and A Live show, Oh My!

They all walk into Jacqui and Sophia's flat when Dan finally remembers and asks as he sits on the couch, "Hey, how old are you guys?"

"Oh, umm... I'm 23, 24 on the 11th of August, and Sophia just turned 22 a few weeks ago, on July 6th." Jacqui says sitting on the couch. "Why?"

"Just curious." Dan says looking at Phil who was on the left side of him, who also made a little grin.

"That means you're 31," Sophia said pointing to Dan then looks over at Phil, "And you're 35." Sophia said sitting in the armchair.

"I'll be right back." Jacqui says getting up, heading for her room. A minute later she comes back with her laptop.

"What are you doing?" Sophia asks getting up to stand behind the couch and stalk. Dan and Phil also leaned in a bit closer.

"I've got something in my head, and I've got to write it down." Jacqui says opening Tumblr and starts typing. "Do you mind backing up a bit?" She asks moving her arm and everyone moved.

"Bound to me like a song.
A song of love?
A song of life?
A song of you?
A song of me?
We might never know.
What we had.
The fire in our souls.
That burning sensation.

Did you feel it?
I never thought.
In a million years.
It would come to this.
The angst.
The depression.
The fight.

Would it last forever?

Would it make things better?

I have long awaited.
Maybe too long.
For an answer.

For a sign.
For a partner in crime.
Waiting.

Longing to see a day.
Without you.

Without love.

Without a world.
Things are different.
You know it's true.
But our love.

Could never fade.

Because I still have you." Jacqui read back after she finished typing.

"That's really deep, and I really love it." Dan says.

"What made you write it?" Sophia asks sitting back down in the armchair.

"I don't really know. It literally came to me." Jacqui says, "I have another one." She said typing.

"The thoughts I have.

The ones that surround me.

Late at night.
When I can't sleep.
They either.

Haunt me.

Hurt me.
Find me.

Keep me.

Safe?
I don't know.
I listen to them.
Almost music.

To my ears?
To my heart?

To my soul?
To my mind?

Maybe.

All of the above.

In my world.
That once was color.
Fades away.
The sheer amount.

Of disbelief.

You have in me.

Almost hurts.

Almost unbearable.
The feelings mutual.
I'm not.

Happy.
Sad.

Angry.

Jealous.

No.

The music.
Overflowing my world.

My life.

My universe.
In one piece?
Probably.
Probably not.