Title: A Collection of Short Stories
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by Jhonen Vasquez
Notes: Basically, I put my MP3 player on shuffle and based a mini story on the song. I cheated lots :) All are Pepito/Squee.
Enjoy!
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Seasons by Cunninlynguists 3:36
Each season brought a new Todd. Pepito saw it coming on like a storm, watched as autumn set in and his face grew pink in excitement. But as the leaves fell so did his enchantment. He talked less and had more moments of quiet contemplation, and during winter scarcely said anything at all. It wasn't until spring that Todd opened up as if in bloom. Summer wasn't bad, all sweaty touches and heated stares. As the heat of summer subsided and the nights grew chilly, an excuse to hold tighter, the trees turned burnt orange and moody red in botanical metamorphosis and Pepito kept a vigilant watch for the falling of leaves.
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Fever by Beyonce 4:31
Todd had felt crappy all day and well into the night. As he fell asleep he mused on his aching neck and when he woke up complained to no one about his stuffy room. In and out of conciousness, he awoke sometime mid afternoon to find Nny and Pepito staring at him.
"Uh...hi?"
Nny looked around the room suspiciously as he tended to do and Pepito just looked on and clicked his tongue. With one hand on his hip, he looked oddly like a mother hen. Todd laughed at the thought.
'It's worse than I thought,' Pepito began, 'he's delusional as well.'
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Golden Brown by The Stranglers 3:24
Todd loved their new bedsheets. He had found them by chance while at the mall looking for the Diablo's anniversary present. Closing his eyes, his fingers traced the fabric in tease. He could practically taste the color, golden brown and forever on his tongue.
He knew Pepito would love them too. As long as he didn't show him the receipt.
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Masterfade by Andrew Bird 4:10
They laid on the ground, the grass bending to accommodate their weight and shapes, wind caressing flowers in the direction of gentle breezes.
He knew he should be upset. It was graduation day and in a few months they were going to different schools. Months apart, their days numbered in double digits.
Todd looked at their clasped hands and then to the sky.
All he could see were zeros and ones.
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I cannot for the life of me figure out line breaks. It says to use shift and enter, but that's just not working for me. HALP.