Everything's Waiting

msmoocow challenged me to three drabbles. At like 4 am. AND I WROTE THEM. AND HERE THEY ARE. 100 words exactly each, inspired by a song off shuffle.

Josh Groban – Awake

If we just keep our eyes wide open
Then everything would stay the same

Dark was quickly falling as they walked home. Moritz kept his footsteps slow, rhythmic, and Melchior kept having to stop to keep from getting ahead. After a while he said, “You're dragging your feet, Moritz?” and with his expression Melchior asked if something was wrong. Moritz almost wanted to laugh – he struggled to hold it in. Nothing was wrong. And that was just the thing. He wanted to, needed to, hold on to this feeling -- bottle it up forever. So it was hard to leave, to permit the night to slip away and have to start over the next day.

Regina Spektor – Raindrops

You don’t know but that’s okay
You might find me anyway
Don’t you know that I belong arm in arm with you, baby

She liked to imagine that he would understand. The other girls swooned over Melchior Gabor, and... Sure, what Martha would give for a boy like that to even give her a second glance. But she could never feel like she deserved it and she could never really see herself with a guy like that, all handsome looks and radical ideas. She was a simple girl, she thought, and she wouldn't mind, or would even like, just a sweet, simple guy who knew what it was like to be left on the edge of the crowd – a guy like Moritz Stiefel.

Sarah McLachlan – Black & White

And all I feel is black and white
and I'm wound up small and tight
and I don't know who I am

It was a rainy day, strange for late fall, but it was looking to be a mild winter. Wendla lifted her hand and pressed it against the glass, a dark shape against the light gray of the overcast outdoors. She didn't know why the hand made her think of him -- maybe because the glass was cold against her fingers and he had been so warm in her arms. That night had gone by so quickly yet she saw everything in her life since as a comparison. He'd said he could hear her in the rain, the hay – now she understood.

A while back Shelli did a House meme where she wrote 10 House/Wilson drabbles (mini-fanfics that are exactly 100 words) inspired by the first 10 songs that came up on shuffle. I haven't really written since NaNo, and no fanfic in ages, so I thought it might be fun to write 10 Chess (the musical) drabbles this way.

( I want to live and die for bigger things )