I was wondering what Scaramouche would be think on the way to the Seven Seas. So I decided to write what I think she would be thinking with a bit of Avenue Q's 'There's a fine fine line' thrown into it.
This is my first fiction so please review and give advice on what I could do better.
Disclaimer: I don't own We Will Rock You, Avenue Q or anything else I may have unconsciously added.
"Give it to me one more time!" Galileo yelled.
"In your dreams! Pal!" I replied.
Who knew someone so timid could be so arrogant? There really is a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time. I mean, he's the dreamer he should have stayed at the van while I went to the Seven Seas but nooo! He was too arrogant, he has do everything himself, he's got to protect me. What? Like I can't protect myself? I guess he was just pretending to like me; it definitely wasn't worth that climb of friendship.
Now he's stepping on my ankles! He's so immature he's not even worth my time. I should say goodbye to him right here, if it weren't for me he wouldn't even know what to look for. I'm the one who knew the Seven Seas are in Las Vegas. I'm glad I closed that door to friends with benefits; from now on this relationship is purely professional.
"There it is! Las Vegas!" I said suddenly.
"There it is, Las Vegas" Galileo mocked. "Scary Bush!"
"Scaramouche!" I screamed and glared angrily at him. "Why can't you just cut it out?"
"Because....well because we're not talking about it anymore!" He struggled to think of something to be difficult about. "Burton! Oz! You guys are all here!"