R&B Is Evil
A GSG Fluff/Semi-Smut Fic
Disclaimer: I don't own GSG, Romeo and Juliet by Sylk-E. Fyne or Never Never Gonna Give You Up by Lisa Stanfield.
To Deathra: thanks for the concept, you sneaky girl, you... :); to Nachtsider, for the eternal support and beta reading; and to The Oddity, for the I-Pod to rule them all. :)
"For my report concerning Romeo and Juliet," Triela announced to the class as she plugged her I-Pod into a pair of sound speakers, "And with regards to the literary device 'irony' that we had just tackled yesterday in English class, I would like to ask everyone to listen carefully to this song, which I believe basically summarizes Shakespeare's play's premise and plot."
All ears in the classroom bent to accomplish the request.
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platta' just to get you wet
You's about to get in somthin' you will never regret
And it's gonna be the bomb this is what I bet
Yep!
As the singer repeated the Refrain, his stunned audience groped for appropriate words to voice out their opinions.
"What is this?" Hilshire was the first to demand.
"Isn't it obvious?" Triela returned. "It's a song."
"It's filth!"
"It's R&B."
"It's Evil!"
"What makes you say that?"
"It used the…" Hilshire found himself violently torn between lecturing morality and swearing aloud in front of young girls. "The 'S-word'!" he finally managed.
"You mean 'sex'?"
Triela's airy question– and her casual usage of the dreaded S-word– drained the blood from Hilshire's face quicker than a vicious stab wound delivered by Pinocchio to his carotid artery.
Henrietta blushed. Claes successfully cupped her hands on Angie's ears before the latter heard the dread S-word. Rico blinked before blushing. Liesel's excellent left eyebrow rose a millimeter. Beatrice didn't react. Petra yawned.
"Jeez, Hilshire, it's not like none of us haven't heard the word before," Triela complained.
"It's that thing's fault, isn't it?" Hilshire's finger stabbed accusingly at the I-Pod. "That thing's putting garbage in your head!"
"Hilshire, you're making less sense than usual…"
"Give me that!" He made a grab for Triela's I-Pod.
"No!"
One of them– maybe both– accidentally thumbed the Next button. A new song began playing.
Oh baby, you know I've waited, waited so long
To sing...to sing this song
"Give it to me!"
"Let go! You'll break it!"
Whatever, whatever, babe I'll do it
Forever and ever, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'll see you through it
"Triela!"
"Hilshire!"
I've got to keep you pleased in every way I can
Hilshire and Triela froze in mid-scream.
Gonna give you all of me, as much or you can stand
Everyone's eyes shifted to the speakers projecting the sultry voice across the whole room.
Make love to you right now, that's all I want to do
Everyone with a pair of working ears and a sense of modesty blushed.
I know you need it boy and you know
I need it too, cause…
All eyes turned on Hilshire and Triela.
At that very moment, Hilshire happened to be positioned right behind Triela (the latter having presented her back to him to fend off his attempt to relieve her of her precious I-Pod), his tall frame hunched down so that his broad chest bumped into the back of the blond's head and his arms reaching down over the girl's shoulders in a manner rather similar to a hug– or a perverted old man grabbing a girl's chest from behind.
I've found what the world is searchin' for
Here, right here my dear, I don't have to look no more
And all of my days I hoped and I prayed
For someone just like you to makes me feel the way you do…
"HILSHIRE!!!"
"NO!!! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!"
In the doorway, Alessandro, who had just been passing by, shook his head at the spectacle. And people say I'm the pedophile…
Never never gonna give you up,
I'm never ever gonna stop
Not the way I feel about you babe
I just can't live without you
I'm never ever gonna quit, 'cause quiting just ain't my schtick
I'm gonna lay right here with you and do all the
Things you want me to…
The End :)