Only Ones

I don't even know. Songfic for Pippin in her universe.

Songfic for Pippin to the song "Only One" by Yellowcard. ran out of material.

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces

In summary, Leif was the black-haired pale-as-fire seventeen year old kid, who was the one who slept at Cal's house. Leif's name was not short for anything, and his hair wasn't greasy. He didn't have many friends, but those he did have knew he told horror stories exceptionally well. Leif means "descendent, heir," and was pronounced "Layfe", rather than "Leaf". It was Scandanavian in origin.

And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason

In summary, Cal was the blond-haired fair-haired pale-skinned twenty one year old kid, who was the one that owned an apartment. He pickpocted; that was his profession. He was quite good at it too. He showered regularly and his hair wasn't greasy. "Cal" was normally a shortened form of 'Calvin', but this particular Cal's name was short for "Prokopios", which was an ancient Greek name derived from the Greek word for "Progress, advance". Saint Prokopios was an early Christian matyr who was beheaded. Cal didn't care about his namesake at all.

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

In summary, Sylphe was the nosy, curious fifteen year old girl who acted a surprising amount like the author's good friend. She was the weird one who regularly travelled to random crypts just for the fun of it. Sylphe was a form of Sylvi, which was a Finnish form of Silvia, which was a feminine form of Silvius (see Silvio), which meant "wood, forest". She was sick of people mispronouncing her name.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

"What do you do all day?"
"Lean against the wall."
"..anything else?"
"Sometimes we make out."

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

"Where do you live?"
Cal: "My apartment."
Leif: "His apartment."
"So you both live in the same place?"
"....No."

And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know

"...Why do you hang out here?"
"Have you ever been to a carnival?"
"I like the Ferris Wheel best."
"Yeah, me too. Bumper cars as well."
"Uh-huh. Come on."
"----Whatever happened to my question?"
Leif waved his hand in front of her face while Cal stole her wallet. "Come on, princess, it's our treat."
She shrugged and watched, oblivious, as Cal treated her to an extra-large blue cloud of cotton candy with her own money.
It was delicious.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only my only one

He sipped the coffee. It was bitter and burned his tongue. "This is terrible."
The other sipped his. "I know."
They kept drinking it.

Here I go, so dishonestly leave a note for you my only one, and i know you can see right through me so let me go and you will find someone

"Have you ever had cotton candy?"
"...No."
"Well, it's f---ing delicious!"

Here I go, scream my lungs out

They said nothing for hours and hours until finally Leif mentioned "My foot's asleep."
Cal said nothing for awhile, and then "Mine too."

and try to get to you
You are my only one

"We want to meet your boyfriend."
"Uh---"
"Yeah! Is he rich? We especially want to meet him if he's rich."

I let go, but there`s just no one, no one like you

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"GYAH STOP DRIPPING!"
"I don't think that'll work."
"Shut up."

You are my only, my only one

"Is Cal short for anything?"
"....Yes."
"What's it short for?"
He glanced at Leif. Leif blinked back. He looked back at her, and said, very carefully "Prokopios."
"...But that doesn't make sense! They don't even have any of the same letters at all!"
He gave her a tight-lipped grin. "Precisely."

My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only one

"---- and that's why I don't like prostitutes."

Author's Note

It's about two guys, and all they do it hang out at a crypt, and this girl who finds them. I named Prokopios, for the record. I love that name.

Reviews

[allonsy_doctor]

very good interesting. I really liked it