In Defense of the Genre

What is that? There was an annoyingly loud sounding get-together going on in the living room that Ash couldn't help but intrude on.

Gliding easily through the door and on to the heavy carpet, an odd song bombarded him. He ignored it.

"Sorry to rain on you guy's parade, but this noise-" Ash began, but soon realized that it was only Poppy occupying the room. Not that she took up much space anyway.

"It isn't noise!" she replied indignantly. "It's underground techno."

She was bobbing her tiny head in time with the rhythm. If there was a rhythm… Though he continued to try to avoid the feeling, the music reverberated through him. Whoa.

Despite his intentions, Ash found himself sitting on the ground next to Poppy, also enjoying the unsteady rhythm. It wasn't of his own free will. Something in the song made him do it.

It said, If I took you, would you care?

He wouldn't care. Not in the least.

Ash and Poppy didn't speak after that. Not for hours. Ah, sweet bliss…

Their peace was shattered all too soon, when Thierry walked in. he turned off the precious stereo, making them both yell in protest. Or maybe it was anguish?

"It is one in the morning and everyone is sleeping!" Thierry yelled before leaving them glaring at his retreating back.

"Your music is stupid anyway." They heard a very pissed off Keller saying.

Poppy and Ash shared a knowing look and got up to punish Keller.

(A/N) Just a one-shot and its very short, but I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out. After all, you can only write so much at 3 in the morning. Please review. They mean so much to me. I jump up and down all over my house, I promise. So, review! Please!