Nicolas discovers Gwen Stefani
May 27, 2009 13:28:41 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on May 27, 2009 13:28:41 GMT -5
Nicki had been in one of the many Night Island stores, this one devoted to more modern music, looking at the albums and posters with great interest, when the song on the store radio had changed. Very excited, he listened to the words and then sought out a salesperson to tell him what the song was and then assist him in discovering the album.
Shortly afterwards, Nicolas whisked back to the villa with a purchased CD player (he couldn't be bothered asking Armand for his, and it never occurred to him that Armand might have one) and the album and said, the moment he saw him, that he needed to come listen to this song.
"This is how I feel about you, how I felt in coming here," he said fervently.
He still hadn't remembered that night in which they had argued. As soon as Armand was willing to sit down in one of the many plush sofas and listen to the song, Nicolas put the record in, turned the volume up, and put it onto the song and pressed play, kneeling at the antique coffee table and resting his folded arms on it, gazing up at Armand quite intently to watch his face as he listened, wanting Armand to know how closely he had identified with the words, wanting Armand to know he was telling him something.
I'm on the second floor with a lock on my door
I'm looking at a picture of your face
The last time I looked you were looking really good
But somehow pictures fade
Then we're on the phone and we're all alone
But that just ain't good enough
I'd go around the world to see your face
'Cause this just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it
In so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Sip my morning tea but you're not next to me
Here goes another day
And driving in my car
I wonder how you are
As our favorite music plays
And the flowers arrived to my surprise
But that just ain't good enough
And I got the note
It gave me hope
But that just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Soon you'll be here with me (making out...)
Soon you'll be right here with me
I'm with my friends 'till the night ends
But that just ain't good enough
And honestly you can trust me
But that just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait for us to hang out
I'm really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Nicolas clearly had no idea what the phrase making out meant.
((I heard it last night and couldn't resist. XD))
Shortly afterwards, Nicolas whisked back to the villa with a purchased CD player (he couldn't be bothered asking Armand for his, and it never occurred to him that Armand might have one) and the album and said, the moment he saw him, that he needed to come listen to this song.
"This is how I feel about you, how I felt in coming here," he said fervently.
He still hadn't remembered that night in which they had argued. As soon as Armand was willing to sit down in one of the many plush sofas and listen to the song, Nicolas put the record in, turned the volume up, and put it onto the song and pressed play, kneeling at the antique coffee table and resting his folded arms on it, gazing up at Armand quite intently to watch his face as he listened, wanting Armand to know how closely he had identified with the words, wanting Armand to know he was telling him something.
I'm on the second floor with a lock on my door
I'm looking at a picture of your face
The last time I looked you were looking really good
But somehow pictures fade
Then we're on the phone and we're all alone
But that just ain't good enough
I'd go around the world to see your face
'Cause this just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it
In so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Sip my morning tea but you're not next to me
Here goes another day
And driving in my car
I wonder how you are
As our favorite music plays
And the flowers arrived to my surprise
But that just ain't good enough
And I got the note
It gave me hope
But that just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Soon you'll be here with me (making out...)
Soon you'll be right here with me
I'm with my friends 'till the night ends
But that just ain't good enough
And honestly you can trust me
But that just ain't good enough
So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait for us to hang out
I'm really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out
Nicolas clearly had no idea what the phrase making out meant.
((I heard it last night and couldn't resist. XD))