Adorkable Laurie (

batshitrix) wrote,
@ 2008-02-24 22:05:00

Tied Together with a Smile
(Taylor Swift's Self Titled Album)

[01] Tim McGraw
[02] Picture to Burn
[03] Teardrops on my Guitar
[04] A Place in this World
[05] Cold as You
[06] The Outside
[07] Tied Together with a Smile
[08] Stay Beautiful
[09] Should've Said No
[10] Mary's Song
[11] Our Song
[12] A Perfectly Good Heart
[13] Invisible
[14] I'd Lie
[15] Permanent Marker
[16] I'm Only me when I'm with You

Teardrops on My Guitar

Ashlyn let out a slow sigh as she walked up the long hill towards Hogwarts, thinking about the trip to Hogsmeade as a whole. It had been a good break from school and everything was great the entire afternoon--at least, until she ran into Christian. It wasn't that she disliked running into him. It was just that he was with another girl and had no clue that she fancied him at all. She let out a slow breath, watching the vapors as they slowly disappeared just above her head. She wondered what Christian would say if she could actually work up the nerve to tell him about her feelings--did he know that she had feeling for him? That she could hardly think of anyone else around holidays and Hogsmeade trips? She went weak in the knees, her head started to spin, it felt like she couldn't breath.

Of course he didn't know about that, he had Ingrid. Ingrid Catchlove, with her blonde hair and her pretty eyes and everything that he wanted that...that Ashlyn wasn't. She had mousy brown hair that was probably too thin. That had to be it. She pouted as she realized exactly what was happening--she was putting herself down again. She was supposed to be strong and confident; how could she help empower other women when she couldn't get over a bloody crush herself.

She could never work up the courage to tell him what she really felt. She wasn't brave and stupid like a Gryffindor; she couldn't force something out of her, throwing all caution to the wind. Instead she pretended that everything was okay; she forced a smile on her face and told herself that everything was okay. He was happy, so she should be happy for him. Why oh why couldn't he be happy with her she thought selfishly, her arms crossing over her chest. She let out a loud huff just before she was interrupted by an arm wrapping around her shoulders. She felt a bubble of hope rise in her as she turned to see Sieffre. Oh, just Sieffre--the bubble popped. "Hey," she said softly, looking down at her feet feeling rather ashamed with herself.

"I was waiting for you down there, but I guess I missed you," he said breathlessly; he must have run to catch up with her.

Ashlyn shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were waiting. I...I didn't have the best day, I wanted to get away from there." A small frown appeared on his lips as he pulled her in a little closer for a hug from the side.

"Don't worry, Ashe. Everything will be good, I promise," he said slowly. There was a long tension-filled pause. She looked up at him, curious to what he was thinking about, but he shook his head and smiled. "So, gobstones or chess in the Hall tonight?"

Right, they had made plans together. "Mmm, gobstones. Seems like much more fun," she said slowly. His arm slowly fell from off her shoulders and their hands brushed ever so briefly before he pulled it away awkwardly. She looked over at him impishly. "Race you back to the oak tree by the lake!" She took off into a run, deciding to bury all those bad thoughts for the time being. She wanted to be happy for a while.

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
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Should've Said No

It had been the worst Feminist club meeting to date. Nothing went right, nothing worked out, and to top it all off there was this horrible tension filling every cubic inch of the room. Ashlyn knew it was her fault, but she didn't really know what to do in public about it. This wasn't for anyone else - not even Sieffre - to hear about. The last thing Ashlyn wanted was a bunch of gossip going around about what happened over her Easter holiday (it was bad enough that people wouldn't leave her alone about Sieffre). So she wrote a quick note to Ingrid asking her to stay after so they could talk. Somehow, by some miracle, it was convincing enough. Probably because Ingrid wanted to rip Ashlyn a new one. The two girls stood at opposite ends of the room; Ashlyn tried to think of something to say, but urgh, glaring eyes burning into her skin. This was not helping her any. Finally...

"Come on, Ingrid. You can't really be..." Ashlyn trailed off with a sigh. Bugger, this wasn't going to end well...she could feel it.

The angry blonde stood across from her, arms crossed over her chest. "You should've known that it would get back to me, Cooper. We won't even talk about the fact that I bloody walked in on the two of you."

Ashlyn looked down at her feet awkwardly. Everything from that evening had been a blur; she went out for a drink or two with Christian just to catch up and see how he was doing...take him up on his art offer. And the alcohol had been stronger than she assumed. She swallowed hard, thinking about her actions that evening; how she'd tried to force herself on Christian...the feel of his hair on her fingers, the way he smelt...how he pushed her away. "I'm sorry Ingrid. It was...It was stupid of me. I was pissed and I didn't know what I was doing. I still don't--can't remember what I did." She ended up making Sieffre explain what they had done when she woke up the next morning sleeping next to him in his bedroom in Wales and not at her mum's flat in London. "It was a moment of weakness..."

Ingrid laughed. "Right. You know, I can't believe that you would just--" she cut off her words as she shoved past Ashlyn to the door of the Transfiguration room. "I trusted you, Ashlyn. I thought you were a friend." She shook her head and left the room. Ashlyn sat in the stinging silence of the Transfiguration room, frustrated with herself and her actions. Fuck...she was going to have a rough end of the year, wasn't she?

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing,
The smiles, the flowers, everything,
Is gone.
Yesterday I found out about you,
Even now just looking at you,
Feels wrong.
You say, that you'd take it all back,
Given one chance, it was a moment of weakness,
And you said yes

You should've said no,
You should've gone home,
You should have thought twice before you let it all go.
You should've known that word 'bout what you did with her'd, get back to me.
And I should've been there, in the back of your mind,
Shouldn't be asking myself why,
You shouldn't be begging for forgivness at my feet,
You should've said no
Baby and you might still have me.

You can see that I've been cryin',
Baby you know all the right things,
To say.
But do you honestly,
Expect me to believe,
We could ever be the same.
You say that the past is the past,
You need one chance, it was a moment of weakness,
And you said yes

You should've said no,
You should've gone home,
You should have thought twice before you let it all go.
You should've known that word 'bout what you did with her'd, get back to me.
And I should've been there, in the back of your mind
Shouldn't be asking myself why,
You shouldn't be begging for forgivness at my feet,
You should've said no
Baby and you might still have me.

I can't resit,
Before you go tell me this,
Was it worth it,
Was she worth this.

No, no, no, no
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Our Song

Ashlyn paced nervously in the hallway, looking up at the clock every once in a while to make sure she wasn't going crazy. 11:06. He was late with calling. Merlin, if the phone rang and her parents heard it, she was going to get in trouble. She wanted to apparate to his house and make sure that he wasn't dying or something--then again, why would he be dying? Living in the muggle world during the summers was relatively safe, after all. She sighed with frustration, glaring at the clock on the wall before glaring at the phone. "Sieffre Ianto Robins, you better call this instant or I will pop over there and pout so much that it'll stick permanently on my face," she whispered harshly at the phone. She waited, the silence pressing in on her before--RING--she picked up the phone quickly, the sound of the phone's ring painful on her relaxed ears. "Hello?" she said softly, hopeful.

"Sorry, my mum didn't head for bed until just now," came Sieffre's voice from the other end. Ashlyn grinned happily as she slid down the wall to sit on the cold wooden floor of her parent's flat in London.

"It's okay," she said keeping her voice low, afraid that her parents would hear her voice if she spoke any louder. "I miss you," she added after thinking for a while. She twisted the phone cord around her fingers, a happy grin plastered on her face.

"I miss you, too," he replied--and his voice--Ashlyn knew he meant it. "You should come for a visit again this weekend. Mum says that she loved having you over last time."

Ashlyn blushed as she thought about their previous weekend together--they'd done their best to sneak away from Sieffre's sisters during the afternoon and found quite a few places in the Robins household to snog: the broom cupboard under the stairs, outside behind his dad's tool shed, his room...oh, they'd done plenty in his room. Probably more than Mrs. Robins realized.

"Ashlyn? You still there?"

Oh, right...she was on the phone. "Yeah, just...thinking," she murmured in response. She'd been so lost in her thoughts since she got back from school that her Mum had begun to worry. "I really want to go back for a visit. Maybe you could make a visit over here, too," she suggested, peering over her shoulder to check the crack under her parent's door--no light. That was good.

"I could make a visit right now," he suggested. Ashlyn could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh, you're thinking bad thoughts, aren't you?" she asked teasingly. She didn't outright tell him no...and if she had to be honest, she wanted him to sneak out and visit her. "But...you could always apparate outside the door of our flat and then sneak back home before my mum and dad wake up in the morning," she suggested, now grinning herself. She heard a click from the other end and then a loud crack in the hallway. Her eyes grew wide; Sieffre had taken her seriously. Oh Merlin, they'd never done anything so risky before. She sprang up quickly and went to the door; sure enough, there he was in the peephole. Oi. She unlocked the multiple deadbolts on the door before throwing it open and tackling him with a hug. "You prat," she said with a teasing smack on the chest. "I didn't think you'd actually take that seriously!" She pulled him in for a long kiss as he pushed her forward into the flat, nudging the door shut behind them with his foot. She broke away from the kiss with a smile. "I love you, Siffre," she said with a dreamy smile, her entire body feeling as if it were floating on air.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
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