LAST Chapter of "These Memories" !!!!!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: These Memories, I Still Feel Them On My Lips (05/05)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor / Natalie
Rating: PG, I guess for alcohol consumption (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.: First Person, Zachary Hanson
Previous Chapters
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
SONG CREDIT
Song: Goodbye
Album: Breakout
Artist / Author: Miley Cyrus, Antonina Armato and Tim James for Miley Cyrus
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I really think you should download the song and listen to it when reading that part in this chapter. xoxo
These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips: part five [the end]
Someone's pounding on my door. But I don't move. I just burrow deeper under my blankets. After a moment the banging stops. But then I can hear someone stomping down the hall to my room.
"Zac!" Isaac exclaims. I groan and pull my pillow over my head.
Isaac rips the sheets off of me and I groan again.
"You need to go to this funeral, Zac," my brother says sternly.
"I can't," I reply.
"You have to, Zac. You promised Taylor you'd sing his song." I glare at Isaac.
"That's low," I tell him.
"But it's true," he retorts. "Now get your fat ass out of this bed!" I curse him out under my breath as I stomp my way to the adjoining bathroom.
I scrub the last three days of filth from my body and get dressed. I dress in as much black as I can find. Black suit, black shirt, even black underwear. Everything's black except the tie. My tie is pink...hot pink. It's the first time I've worn it. Taylor bought it for me for our last anniversary. He said I'd look hot in a bright pink tie. I never wore it.
Isaac and I pull up in front of Bennett's Funeral Home and there is just a mass of fans roped off on either side of the front walk way.
"We can go around back if you want," Isaac says gently. I shake my head.
"No, it's okay," I tell him.
"You sure?" I look over at my older brother and nod.
"Yeah." So we park the car and get out. Fans call out their condolences as we walk up to the building. I keep my head down, my hair shielding my face.
After a prayer and last respects, myself and the rest of the pall bearers carry Taylor in his beautiful white casket out to the hearse. We load him in and then it's off to the church.
For most of the service I sit and stare into space, tears flowing freely. The minister's voice comes and goes in my head. I'm not exactly paying attention. Then Isaac gets up to speak. He's been picked to do the eulogy. When I hear his voice, my palms get cold and clammy. I know that when he's done with his speech, it'll be my turn. I'm so nervous. I hope he does his usual long-winded-ness. But all too soon he's done and introducing me.
I stand and go to the alter. Isaac hands me my acoustic whispering, "You'll be fine." I nod and step in front of the microphone. I clear my throat and speak.
"This is the last song Taylor wrote. It's the last song we co-wrote." I check my guitar to see if it's in tune. Luckily it is. I don't know if I could tune it myself at this point. My hands are shaking as I begin to play.
"I can honestly say you've been on my mind since I woke up today, up today. I look at your photograph all the time. These memories come back to life. And I don't mind.
"I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.
"I woke up this morning and played our song. And through my tears I sang along. I picked up the phone and then put it down. 'Cause I know I'm wasting my time. And I don't mind.
"I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget...
"Suddenly my cell phone's blowin' up with your ringtone. I hesitate but answer it anyway, you sound so alone. And I'm surprised to hear you say...
"You remember when we kissed. You still feel it on your lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. You remember the simple things. We talked till we cried. You said that your biggest regret, the one thing you wish I'd forget is saying goodbye. Saying goodbye. Goodbye."
My heart feels broken as the last chord fades. This is it. This is really goodbye. But I'm not ready. I feel like I'm being forced into this. After putting my guitar down, I walk over to the brilliant white casket and lean over my brother.
"Wait for me," I whisper. "I love you." Then I press a kiss to his cold lips.
[the][end]
Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor / Natalie
Rating: PG, I guess for alcohol consumption (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.: First Person, Zachary Hanson
Previous Chapters
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
SONG CREDIT
Song: Goodbye
Album: Breakout
Artist / Author: Miley Cyrus, Antonina Armato and Tim James for Miley Cyrus
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I really think you should download the song and listen to it when reading that part in this chapter. xoxo
These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips: part five [the end]
Someone's pounding on my door. But I don't move. I just burrow deeper under my blankets. After a moment the banging stops. But then I can hear someone stomping down the hall to my room.
"Zac!" Isaac exclaims. I groan and pull my pillow over my head.
Isaac rips the sheets off of me and I groan again.
"You need to go to this funeral, Zac," my brother says sternly.
"I can't," I reply.
"You have to, Zac. You promised Taylor you'd sing his song." I glare at Isaac.
"That's low," I tell him.
"But it's true," he retorts. "Now get your fat ass out of this bed!" I curse him out under my breath as I stomp my way to the adjoining bathroom.
I scrub the last three days of filth from my body and get dressed. I dress in as much black as I can find. Black suit, black shirt, even black underwear. Everything's black except the tie. My tie is pink...hot pink. It's the first time I've worn it. Taylor bought it for me for our last anniversary. He said I'd look hot in a bright pink tie. I never wore it.
Isaac and I pull up in front of Bennett's Funeral Home and there is just a mass of fans roped off on either side of the front walk way.
"We can go around back if you want," Isaac says gently. I shake my head.
"No, it's okay," I tell him.
"You sure?" I look over at my older brother and nod.
"Yeah." So we park the car and get out. Fans call out their condolences as we walk up to the building. I keep my head down, my hair shielding my face.
After a prayer and last respects, myself and the rest of the pall bearers carry Taylor in his beautiful white casket out to the hearse. We load him in and then it's off to the church.
For most of the service I sit and stare into space, tears flowing freely. The minister's voice comes and goes in my head. I'm not exactly paying attention. Then Isaac gets up to speak. He's been picked to do the eulogy. When I hear his voice, my palms get cold and clammy. I know that when he's done with his speech, it'll be my turn. I'm so nervous. I hope he does his usual long-winded-ness. But all too soon he's done and introducing me.
I stand and go to the alter. Isaac hands me my acoustic whispering, "You'll be fine." I nod and step in front of the microphone. I clear my throat and speak.
"This is the last song Taylor wrote. It's the last song we co-wrote." I check my guitar to see if it's in tune. Luckily it is. I don't know if I could tune it myself at this point. My hands are shaking as I begin to play.
"I can honestly say you've been on my mind since I woke up today, up today. I look at your photograph all the time. These memories come back to life. And I don't mind.
"I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.
"I woke up this morning and played our song. And through my tears I sang along. I picked up the phone and then put it down. 'Cause I know I'm wasting my time. And I don't mind.
"I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget...
"Suddenly my cell phone's blowin' up with your ringtone. I hesitate but answer it anyway, you sound so alone. And I'm surprised to hear you say...
"You remember when we kissed. You still feel it on your lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. You remember the simple things. We talked till we cried. You said that your biggest regret, the one thing you wish I'd forget is saying goodbye. Saying goodbye. Goodbye."
My heart feels broken as the last chord fades. This is it. This is really goodbye. But I'm not ready. I feel like I'm being forced into this. After putting my guitar down, I walk over to the brilliant white casket and lean over my brother.
"Wait for me," I whisper. "I love you." Then I press a kiss to his cold lips.
[the][end]
Comments?
