Songfic

To the tune of skater boi, A/G/J. I don't own the song which is by Avril Lavigne, I don't own any of the TP characters, and I don't own the parts of the lyrics which is by Avril. I also don't own a brain, so please do not tell me I am crazy. :)

Jon was a boy,

George was a...boy.

Can I make it anymore obvious? (yes)

George was a thief,

Jon learnt swordplay.

Who's better it's hard to say.

Jon wanted her,

George did as well,

who did she want it's hard to tell.

But all of their friends,

thought she was a boy,

so really they did annoy...

He was a prince but a boy,

though was he really her boy?

George didn't want to loose.

She had a pretty face,

she went up at a fast pace...

she didn't know who to choose.

Some years from now,

Jon sits on his throne,

surrounded by many yet so alone.

he calls on a knight,

who enters his sight,

but Alanna mounted on Moonlight.

He asks all his friends,

they already know,

at the wedding they've decided to show.

He tags along,

stands in the crowd,

feeling his heart beat so loud...

He was a stealing boy,

and yes George was her boy...

he was her man she could tell.

She had a pretty face,

and she should have been given her space...

Jon brought upon himself hell...

Sorry Jon but you missed out,

well tough luck the girl's George's now,

he is more than a great friend,

d'you think their love will ever end?

You were too up yourself to care,

how well Alanna really fare,

so now you have your result,

you huge ego did that insult?

He's just a boy,

and she's just a girl,

can I make it any more obvious?

But they are in love...

haven't you heard?

How they rock each other's world?

He was a stealing boy,

and yes George was her boy...

he was her man she could tell.

She had a pretty face,

and she should have been given her space...

Jon brought upon himself hell...

---

23 / 06 / 2009 : A word about this. As I was purging the old fics on this account, I decided to leave my two oldest songfics up here despite the fact that my style has changed dramatically since they were written. Call it nostalgia and bear with me. Despite the lack of any plot or characterisation, if this made you laugh, then I suppose it was a good thing I left it here. :)