Part of the Songfic Series
I don't think that passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me.
He's nice and pretty open, so I'm expecting to be taken for a ride.
He tells me about his night and I count the colours in his eyes.
He talks to be about how he got into a scruffle on the border patrol, and I stare into his eyes and see how many colours there really are in there.
He'll never fall in love he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair.
He says he'll never fall in love. Ever.
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong.
I hope he doesn't truly stick to his word, and that he'll fall in love with me.
I don't it ever crossed his mind.
I really don't think he thinks about it.
He tells a joke, I fake a smile.
He says something to me and I nod towards him, but I'm thinking about something else.
But I know all his favourite songs.
I know all his favourite types of prey, and he doesn't realise it.
And I could tell you, his favourite colour green.
I know his favourite colour, which is green.
He likes to argue, born on the seventeenth.
He will stick up for himself. Some might say he's arrogant, because I think he does it for the fun of it.
His sister's beautiful, he has father's eyes.
His sister, Petalfall, is beautiful. And his eyes are the exact same as his father's.
And if you asked me if I loved him, I'd lie.
I would lie if anybody asked me about loving him. I will always say no, despite what I think.
He looks around the room.
He always is searching my face and mind.
Innocently overlooks the truth.
Although he always ignores the fact that I love him.
Shouldn't a light go on.
Shouldn't he know? Shouldn't he remember the word "love"?
Doesn't know I've had him memorized for so long.
I know his every expression, and look he could possibly do.
He sees everything in black and white.
He sees things only two ways.
And never let nobody see him cry.
He doesn't let anybody see him cry.
And I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine.
I don't let anybody know, via my body language, that I love him so much.
And I could tell you, his favourite colour's green.
He loves the colour green.
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth.
He's pretty defensive, and if he's bored, he'll start an arguement for the heck of it.
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes."
Petalfall is really pretty. And his eyes are the same as his father's.