The idea for this fic came about the first time I ever heard Gary Allan’s “Songs About Rain.” The song struck a chord with me, particularly because I love playing in the rain. Rain isn’t always a gloomy depressing thing….I love to go out and skip around and play in the light sprinkles that come when the sun is shining, and leave behind a rainbow after their departure. But you never know how differently people can feel about rain. So, hope you enjoy my story. And if you ever have the chance, and you see it raining while the sun is shining, kick off your shoes, pull a loved one outside with you, and have fun! It’ll bring out the kid in anyone.
Without any further rambling, enjoy!
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Title: Songs About Rain
Author: ISLANDGIRL5
Category: CC Starts out K/L, but ends up M/L.
Rating: MATURE
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, we all know who does. The title came from the Gary Allan song of the same name. And the idea of the fire, in the first few chapters, is based loosely on the fire at the Port Charles Hotel, as was seen on the last few episodes of General Hospital. The rest of the plot is mine.
Summary: A story, within a story. Really very confusing, unless you read it. And if I can get onto paper what's floating around in this jumbled brain of mine, it will be quite angsty and tear jerking at times. So I’m warning you now…but just so you know, I’m a sucker for happy endings….*hint, hint*
Author's Note:Thanks to LPorter for being my beta, without her help, you’d probably be wondering how I ever passed grammar in the first place, lol.
Songs About Rain
Prologue
Serena Jackson breezed through the front door of The Back Shelf bookstore and dropped her bags on the counter.
“Lily, I swear. Valentine’s Day now is like being in the middle of the after-Thanksgiving Day Sales traffic! Why so many people want to celebrate a day that was clearly dreamed up by the chocolate companies as a way to make quick money is beyond me. Really, does everyone in the world honestly believe in true love?”
The little grey haired woman behind the counter looked out above the rims of her little gold glasses and raised an eyebrow. “Well, don’t you dear?”
Serena shook her strawberry colored hair, and her green eyes danced with amusement. “Not even a little. I learned it the hard way. A whole slew full of unfaithful boyfriends has taught me my lesson: true love doesn’t exist.”
Lily shook her head. “You’re so young, Serena. Don’t give up on love yet. It may not have found you, but there’s someone out there for you. Someone is out there for everyone.”
“Maybe it was supposed to be that way. But I’m sure all the good ones have been taken.” Serena looked down to keep Lily from seeing the brief dark cloud that had passed over her features, but by the time she looked up, it was gone, her happy smile covering her underlying sadness. “I thought Jeremy was the one for me, but look what happened there. If I couldn’t love him, then I’m convinced it doesn’t truly exist at all.”
Lily stepped from behind the glass counter and walked to the other side. She reached out a wrinkled hand and rubbed the young girls arm. “If it’s meant to be, Serena, you and Jeremy will find your back to each other. Things will work out like they’re supposed to.”
Serena sighed deeply and forced her eyes to hold back the damn of tears she knew were begging to be freed. “It wasn’t meant to be. We’re far too different right now, and our lives just aren’t going the same way.”
Lily smiled softly and turned to go back to her side of the counter. “I wouldn’t be so sure. I’ve seen him in here with you, remember? I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I saw some pretty serious vibes floating between you two.”
Serena clicked her teeth and smiled at the frail old lady and scrunched up her nose. “Well, Lily, then you need those glasses more than I thought you did. What Jeremy and I had was great while it lasted, and it was fun, but he’s a lot like you. He believes in love and soulmates. He thought I was his, but I’m not anyone’s soulmate. Love is not my thing.”
“Don’t you believe in love at all? The premise of boy meets girl? The romantic aspects of fighting to be together? The idea of chivalry and soulmates, and a passionate love that defies all odds?” Lily asked.
“That stuff only exists in books, Lily. Why do you think I spend so much time here? Because the world people create in writing is often more desirable than the one that we've been given the chance to experience"
Lily shook her head. “Don’t give up on love yet, Serena. It’s way too precious to turn away.”
“I’ve already given up. Love, like I read about in the books, doesn’t exist in true life.”
“Oh, contraire, my dear. I’ve seen my share of monumental loves in my lifetime. And they definitely were not born in a book.”
“Well, I don’t believe they’ve ever existed. I mean, I’m 29 years old. If love existed, I think I would have found it by now. Soulmates are a thing of fiction.”
“Would you like to read a book that is not fiction, but based on real life events?” Lily asked as she turned and reached to the back of the shelf behind her. “It’s not a published book, but it was written with great care and bound by hand. It’s a story I’m sure you won’t soon forget. Not too many people have.”
“Lily, if you’re trying to make a softie out of me, forget it. I’ve made up my mind about love, and I know how you are. If you’re trying to get me to see things in a different light you might as well give up now.”
Lily chuckled, a deep, hearty giggle from deep in her chest. “You’re right, Serena, I am trying to change your mind. I just don’t want you to give up on something so precious, especially when you haven’t even found it yet. You’re gonna lose it before you’ve got it!”
“Well, then, no thanks. I’ll stick to my fantasy books of fairy tale romances. Knights and Princesses, Lords and Ladies are the way to go for me.”
“Do an old lady a favor, huh? Read it. If it doesn’t change your mind about love, I’m sure nothing will. So if you don’t have a change of heart after you read this story, I promise. I’ll leave you and your thoughts of love alone.”
“Lily…”
“Please? I promise you it’s not your run of the mill fairy tale story. It’s an ordinary boy meets girl story about a not so ordinary love.”
“Why do you want me to read this story so much, huh?”
Lily smiled at Serena, and her eyes took on a dreamy look. “Because there was a time when I didn’t believe in love. And because you remind me a lot of myself. But this story, about this boy and this girl, it inspired me. And I found my true love. If it could change my mind, it can change yours.”
Serena rolled her eyes and stared at the old lady for a minute. “Fine, Lily. I’ll read your book. But when it doesn’t turn me into a sappy romantic, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
Six hours, and a long ride through traffic later, Serena was back at home in her studio apartment. She put away her groceries, checked her messages, and headed to the bathroom to run her bath water. As she was undressing in her room and pulling on her robe, she spied the loosely bound novel Lily had given her lying on the kitchen counter where she had dropped it on her way in the front door. Pinning her hair up and resting her hands on her hips for a second, she sighed and stepped over to the counter, picking up the worn volume.
What the heck, she thought. I’ve got free time anyway. Might as well humor the old lady and read her love story so I can prove her wrong. Love is for the birds.
Back in the bathroom, Serena flipped on the gentle light over her tub and let her robe fall to the floor as she stepped into the foaming water. She put a towel behind her head, and leaned her arm on the side of the tub to hold the book in a dry position. She looked at the title and had to admit it wasn’t your ordinary romance book title.
Songs About Rain
She pondered on the meaning of the title for a minute, then noticed the inscription at the bottom of the page. Unlike the title, it had been handwritten in a neat, cursive script.
To M and L, whose story is the stuff of real fairy tales. You’ve shown us all it’s possible.
Serena wondered who M and L was, and who they had inspired so much that the author was compelled to write a novel about them. She flipped the page, and read the prologue.
I’ve always heard rain had healing powers. That if you stand under a pouring rain and close your eyes and turn your head up, the pureness that falls from the sky can do wonders. It can drown out your fears, wash away your worries, wipe away your troubles, and be your salvation in a world where salvation comes few and far between. Then again, on the other hand, I’ve always heard that rain is a sad, sad thing for the world. That it means someone in the heavens is crying...because of a broken heart. That if you’re sad, to go outside, and that you’re not alone…because the world and the heavens are crying with you. I never knew which one to believe.
I remember a girl who used to go out and stand in the rain, not because it washed away her sorrows, but because it disguised them. Because when she was standing in the rain no one could see her tears or hear her muffled cries. The rain was her solace, her comfort, her shoulder to lean on in times of need. It was her way of holding on, but oddly enough, her way of letting go. One day, when she least expected it, and when she’d all but given up hope, the rain really did provide her salvation.
Rain or not, February is a rough time of the year, both for myself and for everyone I love. It’s a time of year for people to celebrate loving and being loved. Everyone thinks of pink hearts, chubby little angels, fragrant roses, and creamy chocolates, but for me, it’s different. For me, I see fire. Red hot and relentless, burning its way through everything it touches, and destroying everything in its path. It’s like an uncontrollable rage. It’s not selective in its victims. It just takes them. It doesn’t ask, it just claims.
It was Valentine’s Day, oddly enough. We were celebrating the holiday of love. With flowers, candy, hearts, the whole nine yards. We were smiling, we were happy, and we were in love. But happiness is few and far between. I learned the hard way not to take things for granted, that they can be gone in the blink of an eye. And I do mean that literally.
There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. There is always a silver lining. Even if you don't always know that you'll have to learn it the hard way like I did. But don’t let the rocky path deter you from taking the road less traveled, because in the end, I’ve learned that the grass really IS greener on the other side. It doesn’t matter how rough the road is or how long the journey down it takes, it’s what you find at the end of it that counts.
So this is my story. A story of love, heartache, and tears. It’s the story of a girl and her Prince Charming. It’s the story of how a small town girl came alive the day Kyle Valenti walked into her life. And of how her heart stopped beating the day the man she’d given her heart to fell 12 stories through the unsteady floors of a burning building. It’s a story of healing, and how the man with the amber eyes brought her back to life.
This is a story of love found and love lost. It’s a story of friendships tested, and bonds that were strong enough to overcome life’s cruel ways. And it’s a story about beating the odds, and playing the best game you can with the cards you’re dealt.
Serena sighed softly and settled herself in more comfortably. Without even realizing it, her curiosity was already piqued as to what lay on the following pages of the book.