Don't Judge the Love (Youtuber One-Shots)

Mavin (I Swear This Time I Mean It)

Title: I Swear This Time I Mean It

Pairing: Mavin (Micheal Jones x Gavin Free)

Suggested By: Antisocial_Alpaca on Wattpad

Original Prompt: "ALSO YOU MIGHT NOT BE TAKING REQUESTS BUT IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE COMPLETE IF YOU COULD DO A MAVIN"

Song: "I Swear This Time I Mean It" by Mayday Parade

Genre: Angsty

Weekly Apologies: Yes, I missed this week's update again. . But, hey, I'm only a day late this time rather than a week late. :D I still desperately need to write things for every single one of my other stories... I'M SORRY, FRIENDS. :(

Warnings: This is sadder than I planned..

Word Count: 1,479 – Song Lyrics – OpenOffice Curly Quote Fake Words = Actual Word Count

Micheal's POV

Oh Florida, please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how he's so serene
You've gotta help me out

I brush his sandy hair away from his face, chuckling quietly as it immediately falls right back to where it was. He's so... so peaceful this way. He's not glaring at me or hissing bad memories in my ears as he walks by or sighing when I enter a room. He's not blinking back sad or angry tears at the mention of my name, he's not crying to Geoff or Griffon about how stupid he was to trust me.

I wish it could always be like this.

And count the stars to form in lines
And find the words we'll sing in time
I want to keep him dreaming
It's my one wish, I won't forget this

I see how sad it makes him just to go through life at this point, and I absolutely hate it. Even if he despises me with everything that he is, I still love him – despite what I led him to believe. If I could go back in time to when we were still best friends – heck, to before we'd even met – I would stop us from meeting, from ever getting too close. Even if Gavin had no idea who I was, at least he would be happy.

But when he's dreaming... When he's dreaming, he is happy.

If I could help him dream forever, I would.

I'm outdated, overrated
Morning seems so far way

So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God he's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing

I don't sing, but I hum – I hum his favorite songs, one after another, until I run out of songs.

But then I just start over the playlist in my mind, because I know singing helps him have better dreams, and I know he loves dreams.

I guess it's worth it to have a hoarse throat in the morning if he gets to wake up happy. It's okay. I'll just tell everyone I have a little cold.

And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right

Sometimes I like to think that he dreams of me, that he dreams of the good times we had before our breakup. I want him not to be over me quite yet – I like the idea of him dreaming of us, cuddled up on the couch and hugging each other half to death just because we can. On the other hand, I want him to hurry up and move on so he can date someone else, be happy again. I'd like that. I like it when he's happy.