Olá mishamigos
So, at first I wrote an Octachel story up on here, and my mind keeps coming back to that.
So...a song fic. feat. Octachel.
Enjoy "But I won´t!"
Angrily, she blew her hair out of her face, leaning her head against the window of her mother´s car, trying to ignore the voice of her mother talking about how nice the man was and that he had a son just in her age! And he loved to draw, too!
But no one ever asked her how she felt about that. Her mother didn´t care that she would love to spend her evening otherwise, with doodling on her drawing pad, talking to her friends (online) on tumblr and endlessly reblog pictures of an artist which she was in love with, and who drew the best fanart that was there of the greek and roman gods.
But of course, her mother didn´t care, and so they had been driving now for the last fifteen minutes to see a friend of her mother, single, who had a boy in her age, so her mother wouldn´t have to deal with her.
She sighed again, listening to the music that came out of her earphones. Sleeping with Sirens. Good music.
Her mother still was rambling about her friend and his son, did she not notice that Rachel simply didn´t care?
" Oh, we´re there. Behave, Rachel. I swear to god, if you don´t behave...you could at least have dressed nicer, but I guess that will do as well...please, behave! I haven´t seen Fergus in ages." Her mother said, and Rachel looked down on her clothes.
A green sweater, black jeans. What was the problem with that?
" His name is Fergus?" She asked, and her mother sighed.
" Just behave for one time, Rachel Dare. Just one time. For me."
I´m an Angel with a Shotgun, Shotgun, Shotgun
The door opened, and there was a man, her mothers age, and they hugged, before the man turned to her.
" And you have to be Rachel! Anne told me a lot about you!" Fergus said, and she nodded, shook his hand before he gestured them in, and then there was the son her mother had been talking about son much.
She hated him right there, right on instance.
This ridicously blonde hair, that looked like wet spaghetti; stupid, pale blue eyes, that looked around, twitched when they settled down on her. The boy shook his head slightly, and she held her head up higher, crossing her arms over her chest.
This stupid boy, who did he think he was.
But she said to her mother she would behave, so she put on a fake smile, walking over to the boy, holding out her hand for him to shake.
" Hello. I´m Rachel. And you?" She asked, and the boy sighed, as if he was to high for her...this idiot!
" Octavian. Pleased to meet you" The boy said, shaking her hand, but it felt like he actually tried to break it, so she pulled her hand away quickly, stepped back.
This guy was strange.
An Angel with a Shotgun, Shotgun, Shotgun
Her mother coughed awkwardly, and Fergus started talking.
" Octavian, why don´t you and Rachel go and hang out in your room?" He asked, and Octavian sighed, gesturing her down a floor.
He kept mumbling all the time, so she just followed him silently, angry at her mother for bringing her into this situation.
Finally, Octavian opened a door and she stepped into a room where literally everything was taken up by weird pictures.
Pictures of animals, which were oddly accurate drawn; Pictures, polaroids, of different girls...previous girlfriends?, she thought; and even a few sketches of old celebrities.
They...were okay...
Okay, she liked the pictures, but she hates the boy.
He looked at her. " So...you now know what I like, but...I already know everything about you, so, just be silent" Octavian said, and she raised her eyebrows.
" Oh, is that so? You know everything about me? Sure" She said, crossed her arms again when he nodded.
" You try to be cool in your black jeans, because you want to look Hipster. You probably love chatting and gossipping. You like 5 Seconds of Summer; and you don´t want to be here because you want to hang out with your cute little hipster Boyfriend." Octavian said, and she gave a snort.
" Oh, you really know me." She said.
Get out your guns
He nodded, and she laughed again.
" Well, Octavian, let me tell you something: Just because I wear black and like weird music, does not mean I´m a Hipster. Just because there are girls that like something I like, does that mean I´m Hipster? You don´t even know me for longer than five minutes, so stop labeling me." She said, and it was priceless, seeing his face drop.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, while she just stood there, arms crossed, chin held up high.
" And now, if you would be so nice and hand me paper, a rubber and a pencil, I would like to spent my time nice." She added, and maybe, maybe she won this round.
He looked confused, and so she sat down at his chair, thinking that she really won.
" Well, at least I really can draw" He said, but she just laughed again.
" Shut up, Octavian...what even is this name? Did your Dad go all Rome on you?" She asks, but now, he laughs again. Dammit!
" Oh, I´m sorry, Rachelle" He said, crossed his arms as well. " I´m sorry that my name has class...while your´s Rachelle"
" It´s Rachel" She responded, coldly. " and now shut up, I hate hearing you talk" She added.
" Of course you do"
" yeah!"
" Sure."
" Shut up, I said!" She shouted angrily, tugging her earphones in again and blasting music.
Stupid evening, stupid Octavian, stupid everything.
Battle's begun
Are you a saint or a sinner?
If love's a fight
Then I shall die
With my heart on a trigger
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe
Just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I...
Wanna live, not just survive
Tonight
Sometimes to win
You've got to sin
Don't mean I'm not a believer
And Major Tom
Will sing along
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe
Just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I...
Wanna live, not just survive
Tonight
Ohh, ohh whoa whoa, ohh...
I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun...
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe
Just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I... (I'm an angel with a shotgun)
Wanna live, not just survive (Live, not just survive)
And I...
I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
-Hazellyn