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Challenge #135: Song Lyrics
Title: Home
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from the song Home by The Foo Fighters
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“Hey.” I whispered the word and clutched the phone more tightly to my ear. I closed my eyes and drank in the comforting sound of his breathing.
“Hey.” He answered slowly, and I knew he was standing by the window, cigarette in hand, smoke curling into the atmosphere before disappearing into vapor. “How’s New York treating you?”
I smiled sadly, knowing the rules, but the truth pressed its way forward, burning past my lips. “It sucks Brian. All I want is to be home.”
“Justin.” He bites back a groan. “Then get your ass back to the Pitts…and me. “
Title: Home
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from the song Home by The Foo Fighters
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“Hey.” I whispered the word and clutched the phone more tightly to my ear. I closed my eyes and drank in the comforting sound of his breathing.
“Hey.” He answered slowly, and I knew he was standing by the window, cigarette in hand, smoke curling into the atmosphere before disappearing into vapor. “How’s New York treating you?”
I smiled sadly, knowing the rules, but the truth pressed its way forward, burning past my lips. “It sucks Brian. All I want is to be home.”
“Justin.” He bites back a groan. “Then get your ass back to the Pitts…and me. “