You squeezed your cup so hard it started to crinkle. The ‘happy couple’ was sitting in the corner booth having milkshakes. Running your tongue over you’re your lip rings your growled. Arthur Kirkland was a well-known punk rocker.
So why on earth was he dating that priss (least favorite name)?
“___________, we’re up,” Lili said. The five of you girls were in a band called ‘Heart Breakers’. You, Eliza, Lili, Kat, and Nat.
“Hey, Lili let’s try the song?”
She smiled and nodded, “You’re on.”
Once all five of you were on stage; Eliza on bass, Lili on keys, Kat on guitar, and Nat on drums. You stepped up to the mic.
“Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new
I was a full blown rocker chick and proud of it. I had a gig at the local cafe, which is where Arthur and *sigh* Candi will be having their date tonight. Candi was a wannabe rocker chick. And I wanna show Arthur a real one. This is going to be fun...
I walked on stage with Prussia and took the mic in my hands and started to sing...
"Hey, Hey, Hey
If your ready to rage
Raise your hands up
This what Rock 'n Roll looks like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up,
This what Rock 'n Roll looks like"
"Um, microphone check, One, Two
Yeah Yeah it's (Name) baby
And this is what Rock 'n Roll looks like"
I sang again
"The dark days falling down on my stand
I feel the thirst to get it in
Trouble, trouble, drink it down
Like a king, I take the crown
This was because you and your fiancé Gil lived almost every teenager’s dream of making their living in a rock band.
“Hey, babe, wake up,” your boyfriend whispered in your ear.
“Too early,” you whined pulling the covers over your face.
Hands under the covers squeezed your sides. Half from shock at his cold hands and half from his tickling you jumped. “Ah!”
He laughed and pulled the covers down off your face. “Kensesese~.”
“Gilbert Beillschmidt! That wasn’t funny,” you pouted.
He got on top of you, holding his body up by his knees and hands, “Yes it was.” He leaned down and kissed up and down your neck.
“Fine…” you groaned trying to push him off of you, “it was…just…ahhh…stop.”
He mumbled a soft, “Nein,” into you