Simple Kind of Life Candy fic Pg rating

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I’ve been stuck on my other stories so when I heard this song, and the idea came for me I was so happy to be writing again I just had to go for it. Song courtesy of the beautiful and talented ( can you tell I’m a fan) Gwen Stefani and No Doubt. Tell me what you think!



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Closing my eyes I took a deep breath as the strains to “Simple kind of life” Began. It was the song that had really launched my career, but after all this time the memories it brought forward still stung. Like that part of my life would never really be healed. Five years since that day we all went our separate ways and I had no idea where they were or if they were okay. A part of me knew I’d know if he wasn’t alive, but maybe that too was the wistful dreaming of the girl who’d once been. Swaying to the beat I opened my eyes and looked at the audience filling the club. This was for them; the music was all I had any more and knowing that it was reaching people gave my life meaning.

For a long time I was in love
Not only in love I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one could ever touch
It didn’t’ work out, I’m covered in shells

There had been men since Michael, not many or frequently but some. It never lasted or felt right so id’ just stopped the dating game all together knowing in the end no one could ever measure up to him until I was over him. After five years, I’d begun to wonder if I would get over him. A part of me hated him for that I think, because it had always been so much more than the physical feelings he’d evoked. We’d bonded that night in the hotel room, and everything that happened after had brought us closer and closer together. Id’ always thought he was my forever. Even during the summer he’d decided being together was too dangerous, and a solider had to be alone. But in the end it hadn’t been built to last, and I was left alone to pick up the pieces after they’d’ disappeared into the night. Not only had the alien soap opera taken away the ony man I loved, the one man who was supposed to stay! It had taken my best friends too.




And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife

It was laughable to think back then all I had really wanted was to be with Michael Guerin. Get married, have a few kids, and a house with a big yard a flower bed, front porch with a swing and a basketball court. It had all been so simple in my head.. until suddenly it wasn’t possible.


I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
I always was the one with all the love
You came along, I'm hunting you down

I’d been truly lost for that first year on my own. Fighting the bitterness, anger, and worry alone; wondering if they were okay out there or if they had been captured. It had weighed on my heavily and I’d walked around full of negative energy and bad vibes. It was a tough fight, but I’d crawled out of that dark pit, and never looked back.

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

Even now the memory of how I tracked him down, calling and stopping by made a part of me cringe. I’d never let that happen again. I liked to I’d acted that way because I was young and stupid, it helped ease my pride.

If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

For along time I had the moment of our reunion planned in my mind. How we’d bump into each other on a busy street, and the feelings would rush back like a strike of lighting going through her bodies. He’d hold me close, and tell me how he’d regretted his decision from the minute they’d’ crossed the straight line. I’d take him back , and we’d live the life we always should have had. Five years later however, I was not so naïve, or forgiving.

I always thought I'd be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like you'd be a good dad

Moving in closer to the crowd I touched a few hands as I made my way across the stage. They were all I had really, my fans and my music. Even my mom had moved on, marrying Jim Valenti, and expanding her store. Sometimes at night I wished for a mistake. Wished I’d had something left of him to hold on to and love. I always thought Id’ be a young mom, but now I wasn’t so sure. I liked my life, and a child wouldn’t fit in to the chaos that was touring, press and journal appointments. Besides I hadn’t had sex in five years, short of an immaculate conception, a baby was impossible.

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?
A selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

Ending the song I swayed back and forth waving my hand over my head as I soaked up the excitement pouring of the crowd. For now I had this, and that would have to be enough.

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Thinking about doing Michaels’ pov or a lil single, but I’m not sure. Opinions welcome