FANDOM: Good Charlotte!
RATING: Uhh... [flicks through fic] G!
SUMMARY: Paul wishes...
DISCLAIMER: Don't own. If I did, I would so be taping this now.
HOTEL ROOM MEMORIES.
The whole room is dark. The street that I am looking out on to is dark. Standing with my forehead pressed against the glass plate window porbably isn't the smartest thing at the moment. It's too cold here and I'm only wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
It's 1am. Everything is dark and quiet. The only sound is the breathing of the person in the bed next to me. Well, they would be next to me if I were actually in bed.
In, out, in, out, in, out. He's breathing softly, not snoring. He never snores. That's I love about him.
Billy snores. I've shared a double bed with him when we were on tour years ago and too poor to afford real double rooms. He might be skinny, but that kid sleeps like he's in a washing machine.
Sighing, my warm breath makes a foggy patch on the window. Smiling slightly, I write our initials in a heart on the window.
Crawling back into bed, he sleepily reaches out and take one of my cold hands in his warm ones.
"Paul..." he murmurs thickly, "you gotta learn how to sleep some..." before drifting off back to sleep.
I smile and look to the window at the barely-visible "C.W. + P.T." inside the heart, smudged across the window.
Only then can I sleep. Until I wake up again in the middle of the night, and write our names across another hotel room window. It's the only public way we have of admitting our love...