I'll Take You Under My Wings
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Depeche Mode
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,366
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Depeche Mode. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
More Than Just My Caregiver
Don't own, don't make any money.
"Lonely? Why Juliet?" Alan asked, taking all of his focus from the music.
"It's just that...the others seem to have made so many friends in town at Saturdays. They have friends who wants to see them... You, Andy, Martin and Dave have eachother. And I... It feels as if though I don't have anyone to count on."
"You have...We are here for you. We are your family Juliet. It's sad that you feel lonely though...Why is that that you haven't made any friends then?"
"I don't know. I guess they think I'm weird and stuff. I'm too shy to dance, even if someone's asking me to. I'm afraid I will stumble...And I'm afraid that they will want things from me, that they assume that I will give them more just because I agreed to dance."
Alan laughed a little. "Juliet, I've known you since you were a baby girl. I'm the one who should be afraid of that. All of us are afraid that you, Beau, Lily and Brandon would get hurt some night when you're out. It's every parents worst nightmare that someone would try and hurt their children."
"I don't see you as a parent, Alan..."
"You don't?" He asked, a sudden unknown glimpse of something weird in his eyes.
"No...I see Beau, Lily and Brandon as my brothers and sister, but I don't see you Dave, Andy and Martin as parents. But you're more that just my caregiver. You are a friend to me, someone who listen to me... I hope it would stay that way forever. But I know it won't.."
Alan got something sad in his eyes, and although Juliet didn't dare to look at him as if she was staring, she thought she could see the glassy stare beginning to take it's form. It made her sad and she could feel the guilt building up in the pit of her stomach. She knew Alan had been thinking of their parting. Everyone in the house was thinking about if, more or less. Everyone could feel it in the air. They could feel the dooms day coming closer... And then what would happen? What the hell would happen then?
"I'm sorry.." Alan said. "I...I don't think I can do this today...I...You can begin to play this song a little...Feel it...I...Have to go and get some air."
And Alan stood up from his chair and went for the door, quickly... His leather heels knocking harshly on the wooden floor.
Juliet sat still for a long time after the door had closed behind him. She listened to the heavy silence he left behind. She looked right through the sheet of music. She didn't touch the piano, nor the paper.
She began thinking of all the things that lied before them all. And silently, she began to cry...
"Lonely? Why Juliet?" Alan asked, taking all of his focus from the music.
"It's just that...the others seem to have made so many friends in town at Saturdays. They have friends who wants to see them... You, Andy, Martin and Dave have eachother. And I... It feels as if though I don't have anyone to count on."
"You have...We are here for you. We are your family Juliet. It's sad that you feel lonely though...Why is that that you haven't made any friends then?"
"I don't know. I guess they think I'm weird and stuff. I'm too shy to dance, even if someone's asking me to. I'm afraid I will stumble...And I'm afraid that they will want things from me, that they assume that I will give them more just because I agreed to dance."
Alan laughed a little. "Juliet, I've known you since you were a baby girl. I'm the one who should be afraid of that. All of us are afraid that you, Beau, Lily and Brandon would get hurt some night when you're out. It's every parents worst nightmare that someone would try and hurt their children."
"I don't see you as a parent, Alan..."
"You don't?" He asked, a sudden unknown glimpse of something weird in his eyes.
"No...I see Beau, Lily and Brandon as my brothers and sister, but I don't see you Dave, Andy and Martin as parents. But you're more that just my caregiver. You are a friend to me, someone who listen to me... I hope it would stay that way forever. But I know it won't.."
Alan got something sad in his eyes, and although Juliet didn't dare to look at him as if she was staring, she thought she could see the glassy stare beginning to take it's form. It made her sad and she could feel the guilt building up in the pit of her stomach. She knew Alan had been thinking of their parting. Everyone in the house was thinking about if, more or less. Everyone could feel it in the air. They could feel the dooms day coming closer... And then what would happen? What the hell would happen then?
"I'm sorry.." Alan said. "I...I don't think I can do this today...I...You can begin to play this song a little...Feel it...I...Have to go and get some air."
And Alan stood up from his chair and went for the door, quickly... His leather heels knocking harshly on the wooden floor.
Juliet sat still for a long time after the door had closed behind him. She listened to the heavy silence he left behind. She looked right through the sheet of music. She didn't touch the piano, nor the paper.
She began thinking of all the things that lied before them all. And silently, she began to cry...