I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need is behind every door
Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change
Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all
The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else
Feeling as though you never belong
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy
I truly understand. Please, don't cry now
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate;
For all the hurt that you feel,
The world is just illusion, trying to change you
Teen!RoxLock: Dance with me?
"Why do ya do these things, Sherlock?" Roxanne yelled over the light wind that blew across the rooftop. Her eyes blazed as she faced the young man that stood calmly on the edge, grey eyes cold and calculating, as if he were studying an insect. "They're only hurting you..." Sherlock raised a brow at her, tilting his head in confusion. "...why would you care?" He replied, lips quirking into sneer. "I am bored. So I do things to entertain me. It is of no concern of yours."
"Why do I?" She froze, unwanted tears gathering at her eyelids. Why did she care about this nutcase ?"Because goddammit! You're the most messed up guy I've ever met!" She growled, stepping closer to him. "You're a smartass. With no sense of tact, and a bigger reputation than I! And that's sayin' somethin." A deep breath, another pause. "But I love ya, you idiot. That's why...that's why I can't let you do this...please, Sherly. You're hurting the man I love and I don't like it...."
Silence. At first, nothing but silence and wide grey eyes as they stood there in night. Roxy kept her gaze firm on the boys face, but still did not notice when he step down and gripped her wrist gently. "Miss Montgomery?" Sherlock whispered, "Would you like to dance with me?"