Stuck on a Feeling

[Jude Wainwright]

The park was Jude's favorite place for song writing. There was something about being out in nature that connected him with his muse; something about the subtle sounds of the outdoors that helped him write. He was currently seated on one of the park benches, working on the lyrics and tune to a new song.

"At a stoplight in the middle of the night,
Stuck in first and I wonder if I should stay
The right is history and to my left the choice is right
But this seems a little bit too hard
And all the questions come running through my mind - will I see this another way?
The simple truth is i'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag him through the bottom" He was writing in reference to Adrian; he'd sing the song to him before attempting to preform it to the crowds at the cafe.

"Then he says, Sit in front of me, turn around you'll see, I'm all you'd ever want, all you'd ever need, Come back into my world, you know I'm always yours. And he makes so much sense, when he says don't throw this away." his fingers picked out the cords he'd written down, and his voice floated out over the grassy field before him.

"Its hard to know whats real when it all seems wrong. But I promise you I'll find whats going on, I just need to follow the sun before I'll know if I'll see this another way. The simple truth is I'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag you through the bottom." He shifted; the bench was a little worn, and there was a crack along one of the planks that caught his jeans.

"Still you say Sit in front of me, turn around you'll see, I'm all you'd ever want, all you'd ever need, Come back into my world, you know I'm still your guy. And he makes so much sense, when he says don't throw this away. Adrian he treads so lightly, always in his corduroys.
Even though his words cut deep I can't deny the truth in them.
On the phone he talks a lot and me, I listen hopelessly, So directionless, I head into oblivion. And then I decide to give another random memory, To remind him of the first time we sang out to the sea. Oh Adrian, you always understood me, Please Adrian, forgive me now." They'd had their first little fight over Jude and his eating habits, and he was writing this as sort of an apology.

"...and all the questions come running through my mind - will I see this another way? The simple truth is I'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag you through the bottom, No I don't want to drag you through the bottom...."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh had just left Sera in the library and was wandering aimlessly around the park when she first heard the guitar. She had been too fidgety inside on a nice day, and skedaddled her way somewhere she could walk around (and spare Seraphim some irritation). Upon hearing the instrument, she figured it would either be Jude or Brody, since for obvious reasons, Ophelia didn't write songs in public anymore, and she couldn't think of anyone else who might be there. She found Jude easily, and listened to him sing. He was good.

"Uh, loverboy," she interrupted him, and plopped down onto the bench beside him, "You do know you'd probably do better actually singing that to the giant nerd, right? So he can slap you about both dragging down and forgiveness he doesn't think you need. And then both of you can get over this already. See, 'cos the thing is that he, he really likes you. And he's all mopey right now and I don't feel like listening to him bitch. So go eat a fucking cookie and kiss and make up. Or make out. Sloppily. I don't care, but do something other than also mope. It's good for you!"

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude glanced up, chuckling slightly at Leigh's words as he shifted his guitar to rest more comfortably on his leg. "I would, but i don't know where he is. And it's not quite done yet, I need to work on the cords for the bridge, they don't flow right."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Pah upon your bridge," Leigh teased. "Mopey, adorable redhead looking for company. Don't make me put it in the school paper. I so would. Granted, given the freakishly high number of redheads, no one would have a clue which one I meant, but nevertheless! I'd do it. Besides, I know where he is. He's at the library. Reading to the kids. It's story-hour! And I happen to also know that he gets off work in half and hour and has nothing else to go home and moan about you. So...you have half an hour to go or I'll come back with my poking-stick." She jumped up, ruffled his long hair with both hands and, proving her athleticism, ran off without saying goodbye.

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude frowned at the girls words, watching as she ran off. He supposed she had a point; but he hated singing unfinished songs. He picked up his things and made his way to the library, sitting on the steps to finish up before Adrian came out.

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

Meanwhile, Adrian was sitting in front of a group of kids, spanning from around three years to around six. He had an open book sitting on his lap, displaying a myriad of colorful pictures. He was currently speaking in the deep voice of the troll that lived under the bridge. Three billy goats gruff might have been a little bit of a cheese fairy tale, but he also had it memorized, and it allowed him a little bit of improvisation room. The kids enjoyed it, and he knew that he was the favorite story-teller.

After finishing the story, the kids dispersed nearly instantaneously, except for Stevie, Leigh's little brother, who approached, offered him a hug, and then fled to go play with the colored blocks in the corner. There are few things more adorable than a three-year-old glomping you, but for some reason Adrian didn't feel much cheered. He was frustrated with Jude for not eating, and he was concerned for him. And then he felt guilty for ragging on him in the first place, but Adrian was worried, and he just wanted Jude to take better care of himself.

"I'm out," he said quietly to the head librarian, who nodded in absent agreement. He clocked out on the primary computer, grabbed his backpack. He saw Sera reading at a table in the library, but didn't want to bother her, so he started on his way outside. He was startled to see Jude outside, fiddling with his guitar, and even without conscious thought, he could feel his temper lightening already. "Um," he said, feeling a little awkward, "hey."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude glanced up, smiling at Adrian as he shifted his guitar, moving to give the boy some room to sit on the step beside him. "Hey., Aid. Done reading to the kiddies?" he asked, cheerfully. "Want to go to the park with me? I have a song I want you to hear..."

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

"Of course!" Adrian agreed swiftly, a little startled at Jude's clear good mood, and then grinned a little shyly at his own clear over-enthusiasm. "Um, I mean, sure. Let's go." And instead of joining him seating, he stuck out a hand to help haul Jude to his feet.

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude smiled, slinging his guitar onto his back and reaching to take Adrian's hand to lead him into the park. "The bridge is a little broken, I'm still working on it, but uh...I wrote it for you." He lead Adrian to the park, standing near their usually tree. "Is here okay with you?"

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

"Gee, let me think," Adrian teased back, and sat down, waiting patiently for Jude to begin. There was something frighteningly wonderful about someone writing a song for him, and it made him feel both a little shy and somehow also outgoing, since you write songs about people you like. It was a little confirming for his esteem. "Sing me!"

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude sat down, smiling. "Alright, but no making fun of it, alright?" He never admitted it, but it took a lot for him to write a song about someone. Some of his songs were about his sister, some about his brother, some about their mother; but he'd never felt the need to write one for anyone else until now. "At a stoplight in the middle of the night,
Stuck in first and I wonder if I should stay
The right is history and to my left the choice is right
But this seems a little bit too hard
And all the questions come running through my mind - will I see this another way?
The simple truth is i'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag him through the bottom. Then he says, Sit in front of me, turn around you'll see, I'm all you'd ever want, all you'd ever need, Come back into my world, you know I'm always yours. And he makes so much sense, when he says don't throw this away. Its hard to know whats real when it all seems wrong. But I promise you I'll find whats going on, I just need to follow the sun before I'll know if I'll see this another way. The simple truth is I'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag you through the bottom." Glanced over at Adrian, trying to judge his reaction, if he liked the song.

"Still you say Sit in front of me, turn around you'll see, I'm all you'd ever want, all you'd ever need, Come back into my world, you know I'm still your guy. And he makes so much sense, when he says don't throw this away. Adrian he treads so lightly, always in his corduroys.
Even though his words cut deep I can't deny the truth in them.
On the phone he talks a lot and me, I listen hopelessly, So directionless, I head into oblivion. And then I decide to give another random memory, To remind him of the first time we sang out to the sea. Oh Adrian, you always understood me, Please Adrian, forgive me now....and all the questions come running through my mind - will I see this another way? The simple truth is I'm falling, falling down, and I don't want to drag you through the bottom, No I don't want to drag you through the bottom...." He finished, eyes on his guitar a moment before looking up. "Did you...like it?"

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

Adrian reached forward, silently, lifted up Jude's guitar, and put it to the wide, gently laying it on the grass, to make sure that it didn't get scuffed. He then promptly threw himself at Jude, wrapping his arms around his neck, knocking both of them to the ground, where Adrian promptly kissed him, hard.

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude fell back, arms automatically wrapping around Adrian's waist as he leant forward into the kiss. Pulling away slightly, he placed a small kiss on the corner of Adrian's mouth before speaking. "I take it you like it?" he asked, chuckling.

[Adrian Scott-Bridgers]

Adrian grinned wolfishly. "Oh, no, not liked it," he answered, looking down at Jude, easily propping himself up so as not to leave too much weight on Jude. "I loved it. You're really good, you know. All gonna go out and do this for real. Not that you'd not doing it now, but you know what I mean." He dropped another kiss on Jude's mouth, this one a little slower. "You'll have to bring me souvenirs or something. Or else I will be grumpy."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude grinned, pulling Adrian back down against him and rolling them so they were both laying on their sides. "Obviously I'd have you come with me, Aid. You can buy your own souvenirs."