There's a big storm comin',

And I don't care.

He knew this was a bad idea. Then again, most of the things he came up with were bad ideas. Most of the time, he would end up in awful situations because of the stupid decisions he made. This was no different.

The boy knew this was probably the worst thing he could do. His friends and family would never approve anyway. He could hear his father saying, "It's a desire that will fade, son. Don't make a mistake like this." He could see where it was coming from. It would only bring him pain and sadness, after all.

Then again, he was just so great at making mistakes, causing his parents to have no faith in him. He was going to be a dropout by the end of the semester; that was obvious to anyone. He wasn't smart enough. Nothing on the tests made sense, even when he tried studying for hours at a time prior. It wasn't like he wasn't trying. He never could figure it out, and that was the worst part.

She gave him false hope. She, up on her high pedestal of wisdom and potential, was something he could look up to and someday hope to attain. She was going to have the one thing he could never have; she would have success and he was doomed to only know failure. He was moving closer to making something of his life, but the fact that she was a part of his life was going to push him and make him fall.

As soon as he would bring her up to his parents, he knew there was going to be a storm. He would be caught up in a flurry of words from practically everyone he held dear. It would be nearly impossible to get out of it.

This was something he could never get back from. Once he decided to take this step, he could never be the boy he was. This would change him. Everyone would ask why he would take this risk. His simple response would be hanging right in the air for him to ponder as soon as he said it: "I don't care."

He knew this would cause a problem, but he didn't care. It was his life, his choice, and his future. He could make his own decisions, no matter how detrimental they may or may not be.

He knew this would be the worst one yet.

There's a high tide risin',

And I don't mind.

Everything in her mind told her that this was a mistake. Everything she had learned over the course of her life told her this was wrong. Since she was little, she had always imagined this situation differently. Her mind had envisioned the stereotype, or something fantastical. It was supposed to be like a fairytale.

It wasn't what she expected at all. Nothing was quite how she imagined it, but at the same time, it was exactly what she wanted. The thoughts she had about this were overwhelming her mind. She couldn't think of anything else. It was dangerous. At this point in her life, she needed to be able to focus and work productively. But with this on her mind, it was impossible. Every little second, her mind would wander and she would completely be unable to work for the next ten minutes, only for the process to repeat itself again.

The problem was that she had somewhere she could go with her life. She had a future. As long as she focused on what she wanted to do, she could be something great. For all she knew, she could be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. For all she knew, she could be the author of the biggest book series phenomenon since Harry Potter. She could even become President of the United States! The possibilities for her were endless.

The possibilities didn't include this. They didn't leave any room for distraction, and that was what he was. He was the phone call at 3 A.M., asking if she was awake and ready to talk on the night before. He was the daydream that attacked her mind during class, taking her away from math and history and into the world of silly crushes and lovely mistakes. He had the car that held the homework she kept forgetting to turn in because she never retrieved it from his car. If her parents knew this was what was causing her problems, she would never get to see him again.

But he was also the person who sat down beside her to talk after a bad day at work. He was the goodnight text that let her know that someone remembered and cared about her at the end of the day. He was the one unsteady thing in the world of fixed points, giving her something to keep her on her toes every day.

She could feel herself drowning. She was running out of time to be able to make it back up to the surface and her life prior to meeting him. The tide was rising as she continued to sink below the waves, and she couldn't fight it.

She didn't want to fight it either. For once in her life, she knew of something that was completely and utterly hers. How could she let that go? How could she give up on this beautiful thing?

There was a high tide rising, ready to drown her, and she didn't mind one bit.

So ooh baby, just gimme my ticket to hell.

The boy and the girl met up late one night. It was close to midnight, and the surroundings were pitch black as they stood together. They could hardly see one another; the moonlight making their silhouettes completely visible. However, without their ability to see, they could still sense each other's presence and tell they were speaking to the person they missed the most.

"My parents don't know. My focus is slipping away with every second I think of you." The girl's voice was soft, barely able to be heard in the breeze. She knew what she was saying was so stereotypical, but this was making it like she dreamed about it.

"They're going to be scared when they find out. Mine are, I mean. They know I'm not going to amount to much, and now you're making me reach farther than I know I can. I'm going to fall, get caught in the storm, and never amount to anything at all, because of you." The boy chewed his lip as he spoke, but the girl couldn't see. He knew his words were true, as they were what he had been hearing for years.

"My parents know if I continue on like this that I'm going to mess up. I'm going to fall and ruin my life and they're going to blame you for it."

"Do you blame me?" His voice was filled with nervousness.

"No, not at all. Do you blame me?"

"Absolutely not." There was a pause, one that was maybe a second or two in length but felt like a lifetime. "Is this what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want this? Us?"

Another pause filled the chilly air. After another long lifetime's worth of silence, the girl spoke. "Yes. Definitely. I'm doomed anyway. I can't go back to the way I was. We're doomed, so we may as well make the most of it. Give me my ticket to hell. I'm going there anyway."

The moonlight slowly ran across their faces, and they started to appear in the bright light. It was as if the light was going to consume them like a flame.

Like always, they didn't care.

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So, hey everyone. It's been a while since I've updated this book, actually since 2015. Wow. But anyway, this is a little one shot I've had hiding on my laptop for a while that I forgot about, so I thought I'd post it. Hope you guys like it. I'm gonna try and come up with some new ones with some of the new musicians I've been listening to, but we'll see if any of those work out. If you have some ideas for new one shots related to songs you love, please comment with them, and I'll try my best to put one together for you.

Keep Dreaming!