Oh boy… I was tagged to do this music… thing… So yeah. Arnold's Love was right, this is kinda tricky. Of course, I fail at timed things… especially writing. It takes me forever to figure out wording. So, these are all uber-short and end suckily. Also, I tag whoever is brave enough to do this. xD
Rules: If you get tagged, you have to write a short fic about ten random songs. Put your respective music player on shuffle, and write a story to whatever song comes up. Sounds easy? It should. Except you also have to write the story in the span of the song you are writing about.
1. My Funny Valentine – Frank Sinatra
She wasn't much to look at, not at first, second, or even third glance; and Arnold should be an expert on such things, since Helga was always in his face. She had a way of pushing every button he had. But somehow, someway, he found himself incapable of growing tired of her. Those snarky comments and cold glares were… somehow layered, or something along those lines; Arnold couldn't quite label her behavior. And even if she wasn't very pretty or even particularly nice, sometimes, just for an instant, he found himself hoping she remained as she was.
2. Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) – Eurythmics
Curly was well-aware that she shuddered whenever he spoke to her, that her tone with him was near-always condescending, but he didn't care, not even a little. He didn't mind the way she spoke to him. She was a dream, or maybe a nightmare. Either way, she had dug those ruby-red nails deep into his thoughts.
Maybe he was a masochist, but was she any better? Who did she go to when the chips were down and the deed needed done? She used him, alright, without so much as a second thought. There wouldn't be a happily-ever-after here, but that was another thing Curly found he didn't care about—he didn't dream about such nonsense.
3. White Wedding – Billy Idol (Olga's POV)
I know… there was a major age difference, that people called me a cradle robber, but I thought we had something. I thought such things were just a drop in the bucket, you know? We understood eachother.
I saw the way they would look at eachother over drinks when we double-dated, but Phoebe had become like a little sister to me. I positively adored her! She seemed so trust-worthy, and such a smart young woman!
We were going to be married, Gerald and I, did I tell you that? We were going to have a wedding by the beach… But I opened the door and there they were. Why would she do this to me? It's so unfair! I thought… I guess I just expected too much.
4. Point/Counterpoint – Streetlight Manifesto
Helga stared up at the ceiling impatiently and sighed. "Okay, Arnoldo, why do you think our project is ruined?"
I groaned. Not this again… "I stepped on it… But YOU! You were yelling at me the entire time!"
"Oh, c'mon! I was writing the report while you were sitting around doing diddly-squat!"
"I made the project in the first place! I just asked you to write half the report!"
"Half? I wrote the whole damn thing! Apologize!"
I gritted my teeth. This was ridiculous. Why did I put up with this girl? She was insane and angry and impossible for anyone to get alone with. "I didn't do anything wrong! It was your fault!"
"My fault? How is this my fault? We're going to fail now because someone couldn't watch where he was walking!" She turned around, arms crossed.
"Okay, fine Helga… I'm sorry." I always had to take the bullet, didn't I? But it was for the best. I very well might be stuck with her for a long time.
And when she turned around, she was smiling, just barely, and just for a second, but smiling all the same.
5. Baby Muggles – Cheap Trick (Oh, come ON! This is the Colbert Report theme song. xD What am I supposed to write for THIS? It has no words and is really short and what the frick is a baby muggle? Oh well!)
"What's a baby muggle?" asked Gerald.
Arnold looked up from his book. "Like in Harry Potter?"
"No. It's a song…."
Suddenly, a man in glasses and a suit appeared from the mist (and don't even ask where the mist came from). "It's French, Bitch," he stated firmly, before disappearing again.
Gerald stared on in confusion. "Who the hell was that?"
6. Die Alone - Ingrid Michaelson
Maybe she wouldn't have married him had she known a few things—just how into the party scene was and how into it she would become, how that would affect her further down the road, and that after marriage, he wouldn't bother to pluck his unibrow any more.
But these thoughts…. They were lies, weren't they? She loved him, after all. Bob Pataki was a decent, protective man… but… would life have been so bad without him? She could have done quite well on her own, and she could have fallen in love again. And maybe things would have been different. She was attractive, clever, and had the world at her fingertips at one time. And as strange as the thought tasted, even without Bob, Miriam felt quite certain she wouldn't have died alone.
7. Take the Long Way Home – Supertramp (Uh… This is sort of related to my first fanfic, Never Change. Dorothy is Helga… Yeah…)
Rob took his time coming home nowadays. He would wander through the city, stop at the park, or have a drink at the local bar—anything to keep him from his home. It was absurd, really, what had happened to his home. Dorothy had become so… different. She stared past him most days, as though he were so far below her. No, that wasn't it… But he was below someone in her eyes—that was undeniable.
He had always believed that their life together would be somehow different—better, but she left more and more often. Some days she didn't get back until late. She took subways, and sometimes trains… somewhere… He had tried to follow her once, but he had lost track of her when she changed trains.
Maybe she was doing the same thing as he—just taking the long way home.
8. Here Come the Sun – The Beatles
Arnold sometimes found it hard to believe that world was really a good place, and the older he got, the harder it became to hold onto his hope. But he smiled, because he was a rock to so many people. It was a weird thing to admit to, but he knew that people looked at him as someone who could always survive the worst with a smile. And maybe he could… because when the sun shone down on his face and the birds were singing, Arnold had to admit… everything felt just fine.
9. A Bad Dream – Keane (Sad song… twitch… Miles's POV)
I dream about him some nights… my son, I mean. It's not a common dream anymore, but I still have it. I'm pushing him on the swings, or watching him climb a tree—kid things. I'm glad I don't have the dream as much as I used to. It wears me out, thinking about him. I used to look forward to the day I could return, but I don't see that happening any time soon, if ever. I can't do this—worry about things a million miles away. I have to keep moving forward, and dream… not about the fairytale maybes, but about what I'm fighting for: These people, their world, and maybe even his world.
10. No Rain - Blind Melon (Oh god… this song… I can't count the number of times this song was playing in English class last year… xD And this is Helga… obviously)
Okay… I'll admit that I can be a little wonky from time to time. But, you don't understand, do you? Of course you don't. How could you? You've never met Arnold. You know that feeling when there's lightning outside and it's raining like crazy and you go outside and just dance? That's how I feel when I'm around him. It's exciting, and it might give me pneumonia, but it's worth it. Are you beginning to understand yet? He's a cool thunderstorm on a hot day. Maybe it's not the best analogy, but… I just like being around him. And I know we'll be good together, okay? It's that simple.