Well, it's not The Kings' War, but I'm getting there. Hopefully. The chapters are on my dad's heavily guarded computer... -_-
.unmusical.
Sunday night
Ring. Ring. Ringringringringring—
Speak!
Yes, this is Manfred. Who—
Vertigo! How'd you get this number?
That's not what I asked…You what?
You want me to write you a song?
Click.
Monday morning
Vertigo, get over here. I want to talk to you.
You know very well what about. That phone call.
I don't care if you meant it. What do you think you're playing at?
Oh yeah? Detention.
What for? What do you think?
Damn it, Vertigo, stop playing games! Two weeks of detention!
…what?
…You know about that? I mean—you liar, I was never in the Music Tower with Lydia—
Yeah, okay, so I was, just pipe down! Do you think I want everyone to know?
Fine. Fine. I'll let it go this time.
Whatever. Go on, go.
…Hey! Wait a minute!
You didn't tell me why you wanted the song!
...
...what are you staring at, Stubbs? Get to class. Now. Now! You heard me! Move!
a/n: Curious to find out what'll happen next? So am I.
Suggestions (and fic requests/challenges/trades) are always, always welcome! So is constructive criticism. Please, when you review, tell me exactly what you liked/didn't like! Three-word I-loved-it reviews make me feel all fuzzy, but they also make me grind my teeth.