Warnings: Don't run with scissors.
Genre: Fluff, humor, romance
Summary: Check tin label.
Commentary: This fic is adorable. I want to hug it and smoosh it and call it George. On a slightly more serious note, this is a fic that takes an idea that can easily end in something trite and adds depth to it. Some of these songs he avoids out of embarassment, other because of the paiful memories they remind him of; other, are merely annoying in and of themselves. My favorite is number seven, but each of these songs has something to offer.