A/N: Couldn’t think of any other, more fitting summary than this, however just to clarify, it is NOT mine (I wish). ) Still, it’s from a great song.

Summary: “..Defense is paper thin, just, one touch and I’ll be in…” Vindicated, Dashboard Confessional.

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One Touch (Just a Single Touch)

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Lights up. Lots of laughter, a group of three sitting passing round notepad and pencil, evidently playing Pictionary.

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S – What?!

SJ – (laughs) Okay, J, you have a look…

J – Uh…

S – (pipes up) Piano?

SJ – (smiling slyly) Well…

S – It is!! The Piano Man!!!

SJ – (grinning triumphantly) Nope.

S – Ohh, the Music Man?!

SJ – Nooope.

S – Then what is it!?

J – (meanwhile, goes into ramble about the Piano Man) When I was…..

SJ – (laughs) Right, right, right… Let’s say this: you were closer with “The PIANO Man”…

S – (confused) ……

J – (gasps, realization) Phantom of The Opera!!!!!

SJ – Oh MY god, yes!!!

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(Voices and laughter fade out)

Blackout.

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She passes him the deadened leaves, and,

It’s all slow-motion, and,

Shivers and tingling sensations explode

At the point where their fingers meet,

Where his brushes her hand,

Or where hers brushes his,

And her heart thuds and the “feelings”,

The emotions that she once hid so deep,

Burst back into life with some kind of newborn vengeance,

And her senses go into overdrive,

As he does just the tiny thing of smiling slightly at her.

One touch,

Just a single touch

Is all she needs

To lose all the want to be solitary again,

And for a second she loses her guard and realizes

That she is smiling, grinning, laughing,

And she is happy.

It is amazing, astonishing, astounding,

Remarkable,

Because she never thought she’d feel this way ever again,

She thought that she’d become ‘feeling-dead’,

But clearly, she hadn’t.

One touch,

Just a single touch,

And it was out of her control,

And right into his, like it always, always had been,

And he didn’t even know that for once

She wasn’t going through that familiar-to-both-of-them unrelenting torture.

He meaninglessly smirks at her in an almost “You Belong To Me” kind of way.

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At this time, she doesn’t know, but, she’ll realize

And she’ll hurt even more because her holiday from the hell she knew…

Ended.