therapy l.h.

0.4: part 2

"Can you sing for me again?" Luke asks.

"What do you want me to sing?" Felicity asks.

He thinks, "Paramore; anything by them."

"Okay," she nods her head.

"Can't make my own decisions

Or make any with precision

Well maybe you should tie me up

So I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I've been changing

That I'm not just simply aging

Yeah how could that be logical?

Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

You don't have to believe me

But the way I, way I see it

Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back

Or break it, break it off

Next time you point a finger

I'll point you to the mirror."

Her light, airy, yet strong voice sings the song, "Playing God," one of her all-time favorites.

"That was great," Luke praises.

Fel blushes, "Thank you. You have a great voice, too," she praises.

"But yours is so..." he ponders. "Light and airy. It's soft and subtle, with just the right amount of power and strength to get your point across."

"Thank you," she repeats, a wide smile stretched across her small, round face. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course you can," Luke agrees.

"Can we...write a song together? I want to remember you and I think a song would be the best thing," Fel suggests.

"That would be awesome, Fel," he smiles, his lip ring shifting a bit. "Can I call you that?"

"Yes," she nods her head.

"Well, Fel, do you have a paper and pen?" Luke asks.

"Yep," Felicity reaches in her knapsack and takes out her poetry journal and a gel ink pen.

"Where should we start?" Luke asks as Fel twirls the pen between her teeth.

"Um, what do you want the song to be about?"

"I want it to be about us," he grins. "What do you like?"

"The summer rain," she answers.

"I like your voice," the boy turns on his stomach, facing the young girl sitting up straight.

"The sounds you make," Felicity comes up with a rhyme.

"I've helped you get out of reality, or at least, I hope I have," Luke tries. "We put the world away."

"You come up with the last lyric," he commands nicely.

She thinks for a moment, "We get so disconnected."

-

"You've got to catch them, Luke!" Felicity giggles as she tosses another grape at Luke, aiming for his mouth.

He misses again, "Well, I know that! It's just the catching part I have trouble with."

She holds up the grape, "This is the trick. You don't tilt your head so far back."