A Day at Disneyland Chapter 1: If It Kills Me, a game of thrones fanfic

Okay. I've been having serious Disneyland withdrawals since it closed down in March due to the Coronavirus. So, why not create a story of a Disneyland day for Jon and Sansa? I mentally relived my experience of going to the opening of the new Star Wars ride, Rise of the Resistance, as well as my normal Disney days. I even watched youtube ride through videos of all the rides I put in the story. I really miss my once or twice a month Disneyland visits, guys. So much so, that the actual Disneyland portion of this story is nearly 17,000 words and had to be split into two chapters. When I thought of this idea, I thought it would only be a one-chapter thing. But then I had to add the setup, because I'm me. And then the Disneyland stuff got more and more specific and descriptive. I apologize in advance if you find this story way too wordy...I just couldn't stop.

Note: I do go into detail for the Rise of the Resistance ride. Having opened at Disneyland on January 17 and with the park closing on March 15, the ride was only open for two months (a little longer at Disney World), and I'm sure a lot of people haven't ridden it yet. So, if you're like Jon in this story (or my husband or brother) and you don't want any spoilers for the new ride, skip chapter 3 and head on over to chapter 4. I'll take out the whole Rise of the Resistance section from chapter 3. And if you don't care about spoilers or have already gone on the ride, you can read chapter 3 and end the story there! I hope I haven't made this sound more confusing...

Inspired by the song If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz (lyrics at the end of the chapter)

Jon

"I have an idea. You should go with Sansa," Arya told Jon firmly.

It was the monthly Stark Sunday dinner at Ned and Cat's house. All the Starks were there and some of the Stark kids' significant others. And Jon, of course.

When he had befriended Robb when they were little, the Starks welcomed him into their home for dinners, sleepovers, family events, even vacations. He fondly thought of himself as a stray who was lovingly taken in by them. And, since then, he was a part of the family. Of course, Jon was close to Robb, his best friend through all their years. He treated Bran and Rickon like they were his own kid brothers. And Arya became a sister, like his favorite sibling. Then there was Sansa. Jon always felt awkward around her; he'd grow quieter when she was around, not wanting to say anything dumb in front of her. She was gorgeous and smart and way above his league; Jon knew that, but he always had a little crush on her. Not that anyone would know, considering they barely interacted, and when they did, it was brief and unnoteworthy. But the crush was always there (even when he lied to himself and denied the fact when he was in his long term relationship), and it had grown much stronger in the last six months after he had broken up with his girlfriend. Sansa had a conveyor belt of boyfriends since she was allowed to date. When one relationship ended, another boy would be right there waiting, jumping at the chance to date her. Jon saw how the latest boyfriend treated her, and he knew he could be so much better; Jon would treat her like a queen like she deserved. When Sansa finally broke up with that clown, she declared she'd be staying single for the time being, vowing to get to know herself without a boyfriend. Jon didn't mind, he'd give her all the time she needed before he made any move. Who are you kidding? Making a move on Sansa Stark just might kill you, he would think whenever the idea popped into his head. So, there was Sansa, finally living up the single life and seeming to fully enjoy it. And there was Jon, secretly pining away for her as ever.

That night, during their January family dinner, Sansa was going on and on about wanting to go to Disneyland that coming Friday for the opening of the new Star Wars ride, Rise of the Resistance. While her siblings (having annual passes like her) were excited about the new ride, none were able to get out of work or classes that coming Friday. Also, none of them shared the extreme excitement Sansa had to go specifically on opening day.

Jon was definitely interested. He'd always been a massive fan of Star Wars since he watched the original trilogy as a four-year-old. Toy lightsabers became his favorite weapon of choice when he and Robb would play just about anything. While Robb would save his allowance for Marvel comics, Jon would buy Star Wars comic books. He'd go to each of the following six movie releases on their opening days, midnight showings if he was able to. They'd never be on the same level as the original trilogy (especially the prequels), but they were still entertaining, and he loved the Star Wars universe as a whole. When Galaxy's Edge had opened at Disneyland the previous year, he had taken his then-girlfriend Ygritte with him to check it out immediately. Even with the astounding realness of the land (not to mention the Millennium Falcon, which Jon stared at endlessly), the day hadn't gone so great. Boredom and disinterest radiated off of Ygritte the entire day, she didn't bother to hide it, making the day a lot less magical than it could have been. Hearing how excellent this new ride was after it opened earlier at Disney World, Jon's excitement and anticipation revved up again. Especially since there was no bored and disinterested girlfriend to drag down the day this time.

Jon would have no hesitation if a group of them would be going, but with just Sansa alone, he was too nervous, so he didn't say a word. She had already asked her friends that had annual passes or would be interested, none of them could get out of work either. She had a glimmer of hope when Margaery, her best friend and Robb's wife, thought she could go but then opened up the calendar on her phone and noticed she had a meeting she couldn't miss. Sansa's hopes were dashed. As he and Arya were busy throwing out the trash after dinner, Arya announced her idea.

"Me?" Jon asked hesitantly.

"Yes, you. If you can get out of work for the day."

"Why me?"

"For one, you absolutely love Star Wars and everything about it, so I know you're interested. Secondly, you still have one more day on your two-day ticket from when we all went for Alerie's first birthday; might as well use it now. And lastly - I know, Jon."

"You know?"

"I know."

"You know what, Arya?" Jon was getting tired of feeling confused and giving one or two-word questioning replies. Somehow, Arya sometimes brought it out of him, that little smartass.

"I know you have a thing for her. I've noticed it for like the past few months. The longing looks, the shy smiles you get around her. There seems to be a pull that makes you get physically closer to her, but not too close." Arya's tone was very matter-of-fact.

Jon's eyes were like a deer caught in the headlights as they stood by the trash cans along the side of the garage. He was glad it was dark enough that it hopefully hid the blush he just knew was tinting his cheeks. I thought I'd been so careful.

"No one else knows, don't worry," Arya reassured when she saw his expression. "But I am growing tired of keeping this secret. Just do something about it already, Snow. Take her to Disneyland, be her knight in shining armor. Or, to use Star Wars terms, her Jedi knight with a shining lightsaber," she said, nudging him in the ribs with a corny chuckle.

"Arya, I don't think she and I have ever been alone together for a significant amount of time. We don't talk one-on-one a whole lot. And you're suggesting I spend an entire day alone with her? What are we going to talk about? I'm not that interesting to her, I'm sure. She's going to be bored and end up hating the day. Or I'm just going to make a fool of myself. What if the entire day is awkward?" Jon worried.

"Okay, relax," Arya said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to be scared of my sister. Let's offer the idea to her. If she's into it, just go, have fun, and don't worry about all that nonsense you just spewed out."

"Easy for you to say," Jon mumbled as they turned to head back inside.

Sansa

After dinner, Sansa grabbed a seat on the couch between her younger brothers. She loved their monthly family dinners. But tonight she was bummed about not being able to go to the opening day for Rise of the Resistance since no one who was interested was able to go. She knew it wouldn't be the end of the world, she could try to be patient enough. But it just wouldn't be the same; she wanted to be among the excited masses. Sansa had already missed out on the opening day for Galaxy's Edge back in May thanks to her ex, Joffrey. He had suddenly decided he didn't feel like going and guilt-tripped her into going to visit his awful mother instead. So she had her hopes high that she could attend this opening, especially after hearing how amazing the ride was.

"Good news, Sans," Arya announced as she and Jon joined everyone in the living room. "Jon thinks he can get Friday off."

"Really?" Sansa asked in joyful excitement, now perked up from her cozy spot on the couch and turning to look at Jon with wide, hopeful eyes. She thought she saw a flicker of fear or nerves in his own eyes, but it quickly went away. Sansa didn't know why she hadn't considered Jon as a viable option; maybe it was because they had never been close or really spent much one-on-one time together.

"Yeah, nothing important is going on that day. I can use a sick or vacation day or something," Jon answered with a shrug.

"Oh my God, Jon. You'd do that for me?"

"Sure. I mean, I really love Star Wars, and I've heard how amazing this ride is. Might as well go be with my people on its opening day," he nonchalantly replied.

Sansa let out a happy little squeal. "Come here, let's discuss our plan!" She made room and patted the spot on the couch between her and Rickon. Jon squeezed into the space and she curled her legs up, turning her body towards him. The gathered family went on with their own conversations or continued watching the Seahawks-Packers playoff game. With that many people in the Stark family and their loved ones, the house was always loud on these family dinner nights, especially if there was football on. Somehow, it seemed to fade away as she sat so close to him that her knees brushed against his leg. "Alright. First, thank you so much for going with me. I really thought I was gonna miss out on opening day. And I know I could go any other day. I just really wanted to be a part of this. It's silly, I know," she began to ramble.

"I totally get it, Sans," Jon laughed. Sansa gave him an appreciative smile.

"So, I've been reading up on all the tips and tricks for this. I know we don't technically need to be there super duper early in the morning. But I like to plan ahead for any possible speed bumps. I have no idea how long lines are gonna be to get into the park, how fast or slow those lines are gonna move when they open the gates, and we must have our tickets scanned into the park before 8:00. Ideally, I'd want to get there no later than 5:30 that morning. Would that be okay with you?" Sansa grimaced as she finished the question, she felt horrible asking him to be awake and actually at the park so early in the morning. He's totally going to back out and I don't blame him, why would he want to go along with your crazy planning?

"Sounds good to me," Jon assured her with a smile.

"Ah, you're amazing!" she replied with happy relief. "Now. How do you feel about going there together? Or we could just meet up there, at Disneyland, if you want?"

"We could go together. Sounds easier."

"Awesome! I could pick you up, or you could pick me up, Friday morning? Or, considering I live closer to the park, would you care to stay at my place Thursday night? That way, in case one of us sleeps in, we could wake the other up and then just head straight to the park from there." Her face looked unsure, wary that she was asking too much of him. And, for some reason, nervousness filled her.

"I can stay over, that seems like the best option," Jon answered.

"Perfect! Come on over any time after you get off of work on Thursday. Not too late - we're gonna have an early bedtime!" Stop bossing him around, Sansa!

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled in response.

As they all left her parents' house, Sansa again thanked Jon and gave him a goodbye hug, a rare thing that only ever seemed to happen on birthdays and special events.

As she drove home that night, she pondered on the feelings she felt within her. There was joy, of course. However, she suspected it didn't solely have to do with being able to go to the opening day. And then there was the nervousness she had begun to feel as she planned with Jon. She chalked that up to never spending any real alone time with him in the two decades of knowing each other. She was probably just nervous about what they would talk about throughout the entire day, and that was that. The goodbye hug she randomly gave him brought a hint of something that she decidedly brushed past as she drove on.

Jon

As he watched Sansa get into her car and drive off, he tried to hide his goofy lovestruck smile. Arya, the smartass with eagle eyes, saw it. As she walked past him to get to her own vehicle with her boyfriend Gendry, she teasingly whispered, "awww, her Jedi knight," as she walked by. Jon gave her a glare as he entered his own car.

Look what you've gotten yourself into. It's going to be a lot of hours awake and alone with her, you fool, he thought as he drove home. He had surprised himself by keeping his nerves in check as much as he had, especially while being so close to her on the couch. There were a few times he had to tell himself to calm down. And it was a miracle he didn't physically melt when she would give him her happy and excited smiles. But she was adorable, asking if what she planned would be okay with me, almost like she was nervous about it. Jon had known Sansa for a long time; he knew how she loved to plan, how she preferred to be in control of things. He was always amazed by her determination, organization, and general preparation for most things in life. She was a planner, a doer, an achiever - and she was great at it.

To ease his jitters as he tried to sleep that night, Jon reminded himself that this technically wouldn't be the first time they'd be at Disneyland together - so it shouldn't be a big deal. Granted, it was all the Starks, Margaery, Gendry, and Sansa's good friend Jeyne who went for Robb and Margaery's daughter Alerie's first birthday in December. Margaery insisted on everyone coming to celebrate the milestone as well as the toddler's first Disney trip. Even when Jon felt like it should just be the family, Margaery informed him that Alerie's favorite Uncle Jon needed to be there as well. So he got the 2-day park hopper pass, figuring he'd use it a second time with them eventually. The day had been enjoyable and he was finally able to fully appreciate Galaxy's Edge. Sansa and Jeyne would take off from time to time when their FastPass would come up for the big rides, as did Arya and Gendry. With that and him leaving in the afternoon with Robb and Margaery when Alerie began to have a bit of a tired meltdown, he didn't spend a whole lot of time with Sansa there. So it is a big deal, you fool.

...

Thursday arrived quickly. Before he left his house to head to work, Jon spent way too much time packing a bag to stay the night at Sansa's and to spend the entire next day with her. Since when have I ever cared this much about what I wear? he wondered. Since you're going to spend a shit ton of time alone with Sansa Stark and you're too scared to admit your feelings to her so maybe if you dress well and charm her enough, she'd get interested and make a move on you so you don't have to do it yourself because you're too chicken, Snow. Somehow, the long-winded answer took on Arya's voice. He continued to put on his sharpest looking work suit, hoping Sansa would approve of it when he showed up at her house later.

The workday went by really fast. With Jon's want to be around Sansa combined with his nerves of being alone with her, he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Sansa

After Sunday, a growing, delightful anxiousness bubbled low in Sansa's gut, a sensation she wasn't entirely sure was completely Disney-related.

By the time Thursday arrived, Sansa had finished her to-do list for preparing for her overnight guest and their day together. With Jon on her mind, Sansa became filled with the need to make a good impression. It felt important to her for some reason. She racked her brain for something good to cook for dinner and she suddenly remembered how much Jon loved her mom's lasagna. So Sansa bombarded Cat with text messages. She begged her mom for the secret recipe that Cat never shared with anyone because she loved that they all came crawling back to her when they craved that dish. Cat playfully denied each recipe request and when Sansa reached her lunch break, she immediately called her mom and pleaded some more. Cat was quite curious as to why Sansa needed to cook this specific meal for Jon so badly. Sansa wrote it off as wanting to repay him for going with her and following along with all of her requests. Finally, her mom caved and sent her the recipe.

Sansa had nothing left on her work schedule for the day, so she slipped out early and headed straight for the grocery store. Once she got home, she walked room to room, tidying up and making sure it all looked perfect. She then got to cooking, following the recipe to a T. At 5:30, she received a text from Jon, a smile growing on her face.

Jon: Hey! I'm leaving work now and gonna head your way. I can pick up some dinner for the two of us, if you'd like? Just name the place.

Sansa's smile grew wider at his offer.

Sansa: Aww, thanks, but nope! I've already got dinner covered for us. Just head on down! And let me know when you get here, I'll open the garage so you don't have to try to find nearby street parking.

Sansa absolutely loved where she lived, minus the parking situation. The house she rented on the Balboa Peninsula in Newport Beach was long and narrow, a prevalent design for the area. But with it being only 250 feet from the beach, the street parking was hard to come by. She had lived there for five years, first with Jeyne as a roommate until she moved to live with her boyfriend, and then alone for the past two years. She enjoyed every moment there. Not even Joffrey could taint the place. And, thankfully, he didn't stay over very much, insisting Sansa stay at his cold, stylishly barren house instead. In his words, he didn't like sand. What an ass, Sansa had thought after she finally dumped him and remembered his dislike for her wonderful home. Sansa frequently had friends and family over for barbecues and beach days. Jon often came to those, but it was always with Robb or Arya at the very least. Now he would be there and it would just be the two of them. The nervous feeling started ramping up within her at the thought. Especially when her phone started ringing, announcing Jon's arrival.

Calm down, it's just Jon, you've known him forever, she thought as she went out to the garage to meet him.

Jon

Jon pulled into the narrow street behind her house, garages lining both sides. The white door on Sansa's was slowly sliding open and she stepped out, waving him in to park next to her car.

"Hi, Jon!" Her voice was cheery and sing-songy, her arms opened to invite him into a hug.

"Hey, Sansa," Jon greeted her and entered her embrace. I can definitely get used to these more frequent hugs.

"Come on in, I hope you're hungry!"

Jon grabbed his overnight bag and followed her inside. The delicious smell of homemade food hit him as they got closer to the kitchen.

"Mmmm. Whatever that is, it smells incredible," he stated.

"I remembered how much you've always loved my mom's lasagna, so I begged her for the secret recipe," Sansa smiled proudly. Jon was nearly floored by the sweet gesture - and by the fact that she knew what one of his favorite meals was. "You remember where the guestroom is, right? Go ahead and throw your things in there. The garlic bread is just about done, then we can eat!"

Jon climbed the stairs and entered the guestroom, just as neat and tidy as the rest of the house was. He put his bag down and turned to the mirror. Debating on whether he wanted to put on something much more comfortable than his suit, Jon decided against it, wanting to look handsome for Sansa. As he smoothed out any wrinkles and made sure he looked presentable, he heard the oven timer go off. Just act normal, don't be awkward, this isn't a date, just you and a Stark kid having a meal like you've had a thousand times before, he told himself as he left the room. Yeah, but this Stark kid is Sansa.

Coming back down to join her, Jon found Sansa placing the serving tray of garlic bread on the dining table. Next to it was a serving bowl filled with salad, bottles of different types of dressing, and the lasagna. There was even a small bowl with a tiny spoon filled with freshly grated parmesan cheese. The table was set perfectly, from the matching wooden serveware to the crisp white plates, bowls, and napkins. There was no doubt she was her mother's daughter when it came to Sansa's knack for hosting.

"What would you like to drink? I have a few options," she offered, looking into her fridge.

"Just water will be great, I don't want to get full off of anything except the food you made," Jon smiled.

They settled into their places and loaded their plates. Jon didn't think he could fall more head over heels for Sansa until he took his first bite. He found it tasted just as amazing as Cat's excellent cooking - maybe even better since it was Sansa who made it specifically for him. He complimented and praised her relentlessly for it to her delighted giggles. They found themselves in relaxed conversation, discussing work and their current lives in general.

"You think it's silly that I love Disneyland so much, don't you?" Sansa asked with an unsure smile as they finished up their meal.

Jon let out a short laugh and gave her a reassuring smile. "Not even in the slightest. In fact, I find it endearing. Why would you think that?"

"Oh, I guess 'cause it's a bit childish. But I think we can all use a break from adulting from time to time, and that's my break." Sansa gave a smile and shrugged.

"Totally agree."

Suddenly, her smile faltered. "Also, Joff thought it was silly. It was a miracle when I could even get him to go with me, but then, as soon as we were there, his attitude made it well known that he'd rather be anywhere else. I started going less and less often. So much so that once I dumped him back in August, I've been making up for my lost Disneyland time ever since!" Her smile was back at the mention of dumping that asshat Joffrey and Jon couldn't be happier to see her beautiful smile.

"Well, he's an idiot. And I definitely don't think you're silly." Sansa beamed at his response. I wish you could see I'm so much better than him. And, if I may be so bold, better than all of your previous boyfriends as well, Jon thought.

Sansa looked at the rather sizeable decorative clock hanging on the wall. "Oh! It's almost bedtime! I've still gotta shower tonight so I don't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow to do it. Go ahead and head on up to bed, I'm just gonna do a quick clean up down here."

"No, no, no. You made dinner - an excellent one at that. I'll do the cleaning. Go shower, I'll handle things down here," Jon stated as he got to his feet.

Sansa was opening her mouth to refuse his help but he just gave her a playfully stern look. "Fine," she laughed and headed to the stairs. As Jon cleared their dirty dishes from the table, her head popped back out from behind the wall, her voice soft but sincere. "Thanks, Jon." He smiled back at her and she disappeared behind the wall again.

Finding the Tupperware, Jon packed up the leftovers and stored them neatly in the fridge. He washed the dishes, pots, pans, and utensils and did his best with loading the dishwasher in the most proper and organized way he could. Over the many years of dining in the Stark home, he learned from Cat that there's an appropriate way of loading the dishwasher. If she really was like her mother in these areas, he knew there would be a chance Sansa would come down and sort it the way she preferred. He wanted to make the best impression he could. After the dishes, he wiped down the counters, stovetop, and dining table. He gave the sink a quick wipe to finish it off. When he was happy with the results, he went upstairs, passing by the door to Sansa's bedroom. He gave it a longing look before stepping into his own room. Calm down, Snow.

As he laid out his clothes for the following day, making sure things didn't wrinkle too much, Sansa's voice came floating into the room. "Are you comfortable in here? Is there anything I can get you?" Sansa stood in his doorway, her hair wet and wearing a rather short floral print robe, her gorgeous mile-long legs making their glorious appearance. Jon could sense a hint of nerves in her voice again.

"Everything's perfect. I just need a towel for when I shower in the morning."

"In the linen closet to the left of the bathroom door," she smiled. "What time do you plan on waking up?"

"Setting my alarm for 4:30. If I sleep through it, I give you permission to forcefully shake me until I wake up."

"Deal," Sansa laughed. "Good night, Jon."

"Night, Sans. And, seriously, thank you so much for dinner. It was amazing."

"My pleasure." With a last smile, she was gone and entering her own bedroom, a soft click sounded when she closed her door.

Jon loathed his cowardice when it came to Sansa. He wished to be bold enough to tell her how he felt about her. To give her his heart. To admit to her that he's wanted to be hers for a long time. But the words refused to come and would probably continue to stall somewhere between his brain and his mouth. If only she could see how I feel about her, if only something gave it away and she figured it out. And then I'd know that she knows, and I could stop being afraid because the hardest part would be over, he thought as he removed the many decorative pillows from the bed. But if you never say a word, you're going to miss your chance. It was Arya's voice again.

Jon went to close the door but then decided against it. Maybe she'll wake up in the middle of the night and notice my door is open and take it as a sign to come in, he thought. He then shook his head and laughed at himself. Entirely wishful thinking, Snow. He undressed and climbed into bed, set his alarm and closed his eyes. Despite the relatively early hour, he willed himself to sleep, all the while thinking of the ever-perfect Sansa Stark.

Sansa

Why have I never spent this kind of time with Jon before? Sansa wondered as she slid under her covers.

Their dinner was genuinely lovely, their conversations grew more and more comfortable as time went on. His consistent accolades about her cooking made her feel proud but giggly. She was overly pleased to learn he didn't judge her Disney obsession, unlike Joffrey and a few others. Jon even seemed to like that aspect about her. As a little girl, Sansa had always loved Disney movies, especially the princess ones. She was always thrilled when her family would take a trip to the theme park. She was ecstatic when her parents gifted the kids with annual passes one Christmas. The excitement for all things Disney never left her. All of her siblings liked going to the parks as well, but they were nowhere near Sansa's level with her plethora of different themed Minnie Mouse ears to her never-ending collection of Disney-related clothing to her now growing selection of small Loungefly backpacks.

When she did mention Joff, there was a glint in Jon's eye that she didn't know how to define, but she found herself desperately wanting to know what it meant. And when Jon offered to clean up while she showered so she wouldn't be up late, she about nearly swooned; her past boyfriends never once offered that. And then there was the warmth that consumed her as she felt his body against hers when they hugged in greeting. It was such a simple hug but that was a brand new sensation to Sansa.

She had always thought he was attractive but never thought anything of it since plenty of girls she knew throughout the years thought he was hot. But, God damn, did he look gorgeous in his business attire, she thought with a smirk.

And, of course, she had always been fond of him. But at this moment, she realized it was always a much different fondness than in comparison to any other close friend of Robb's that often hung out at the Stark home.

Jon was the kindest, most courteous, bravest, smartest, and most gorgeous man she knew.

And then it finally hit her. I like Jon. The realization floored her. Have I always had a crush on him? she wondered, staring up at her ceiling and very aware of Jon's proximity to her as he slept just across the hall. Whether the crush existed over all these years or not, Sansa had no choice but to realize her feelings for him had grown stronger now. That is the man I should be with.

As she slowly drifted off to sleep, images of Jon's sincerely charming smile crowded her thoughts. The soft and warm feelings she got as they had dinner together filled her once again. And her mind kept wandering to the bed just across the hall and imagining the things they could be doing in it.

If It Kills Me (from the Casa Nova Sessions) by Jason Mraz

Hello, tell me you know / Yeah, you figured me out / Something gave it away / And it would be such a beautiful moment / To see the look on your face / To know that I know that you know now

And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking / You know nothing / Cause you and I / Why, we go carrying on for hours, on end / We get along much better / Than you and your boyfriend

Well all I really wanna do is love you / A kind much closer than friends use / But I still can't say it after all we've been through / And all I really want from you is to feel me / As the feeling inside keeps building / And I will find a way to you if it kills me / If it kills me

Well how long, can I go on like this / Wishing to kiss you / Before I rightly explode? / This double life I lead isn't healthy for me / In fact it makes me nervous / If I get caught I could be risking it all

Baby there's a lot that I miss / In case I'm wrong

If I should be so bold / I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand / Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man / But I never said a word / I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again

And all I really want from you is to feel me / It's a feeling inside that keeps building / And I will find a way to you if it kills me / If it kills me / It might kill me

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(I do not own these characters or lyrics)