Songs are: Sweater Weather performed by Taylor Phelan (Check out the actual video of him performing it on The Voice! It's my inspiration for this fic!((Also it's EXACTLY how I imagine Arthur singing this song.))
And No Angels Performed by Bastille featuring Ella.
Athena sat at the karaoke bar, bored and tapping her foot encouragingly at every person who got on stage. She was there with her friends, who weren't exactly sober, and she was the designated driver. Not like she drank, though. She was too smart for that.
She tucked a strand of her fiery copper hair behind her ear, and tightened the curly ponytail upon her head. She had reverse French braided it, starting from the base of her neck, to the crown of her head, because it seemed to be the only way her hair would listen. Her bangs needed a trim, because they were starting to get into her eyes, instead of being neatly trimmed against her brows.
She looked up while taking a sip of her root beer, when she noticed a tall, blonde haired Adonis walk onto stage, and when she looked to the other side of the room, where there were a bunch of muscly, testosterone filled chairs, she sighed. Another group of jocks from the college, here to ruin a night.
A guitar was thrust into the man's hands by one of his friends, and he stood there, looking only mildly uncomfortable.
"Well, my friends are making me do this, but on one condition. Someone else in here offers to do another song with me. Their pick." The entire time, he scanned the crowd, when his eyes landed on her, a girl with an extreme amount of gorgeous, unruly auburn hair piled atop her head.
Athena's friends weren't oblivious to his staring, even though she was. She was busy trying to get the last drop of her root beer out with her straw.
"Athena!" Gwen whispered, nudging her friend, then pointing towards the Adonis.
"What?" She replied, continuing to be oblivious.
"Athena says she'll do it!" Called Morgana, her arm wrapped around Gwen, her girlfriend.
"What? I neve-"
Morgana slapped her hand over Athena's mouth, and grinned at the blond, and he grinned, giving Athena a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes, and slapped Morgana's hand away angrily glaring at her, and the way the man swaggered up to the mic.
Well all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach, but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh
His eyes never left her, and when he reached the next lines, the cheeky grin on his face only irritated her further, almost as much as the wink the lyrics were accompanied by.
She knows what I think about, and what I think about
One love, two mouths, one love, one house
No shirt, no blouse, just us, you'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
Wel it's too,
COOO-OOO-OOOLD!
He strung his guitar passionately, and she was in shock. She was so mad, she didn't even notice how perfect his voice was. It was so passionate, and if she were standing, her knees would have buckled.
She knows what I think about, and what I think about
One love, two mouths, one love, one house
No shirt, no blouse, just us, you'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
Well it's too cold for you here and now
So let me hold both your hands
In the holes of my sweater
Well it's too cold, for you, here…..
The song ended by him strumming one last final chord, and grinning at her, his hair in a disarray.
Her friends gave him a standing ovation, whereas she stayed sitting, her arms crossed in aggravation.
The man looked slightly heartbroken, and he walked over, holding his hand out from the rather large stage, offering it to her.
She just stared at it, until she felt two sets of hands pushing her up, and off her seat, until she was forced to take his hand, before it poked her in the eye. She turned and glared at her friends, before being pulled onto stage, much to her dismay. She heard wolf whistles from her friends, and his friends alike, and she groaned, before an idea struck her mind.
She walked to the DJ, feeling all eyes on her, and her indeed, "Little high waisted shorts."
She leaned forwards and whispered in the man's ear, and he gave her a devilish smile.
She walked back to him, and gave him a sweet smile, when an excerpt from the movie Psycho started to play.
[Norman:] Well, I run the office and tend the cabins and grounds and do the errands for my mother. The ones she allows I might be capable of doing.
[Marion:] And do you go out with friends?
[Norman:] Well, a boy's best friend is his mother.
The Adonis looked at her in shock, and started to shake his head, laughing nervously, when she stared at him, looking him in the eye, and listening to the hollers from his friends below the stage.
"You're up, pretty boy." She stated, loud enough for all to hear, and he sighed, putting the microphone up to his lips.
A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fly and is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants and just sits on his broke ass
Athena joined him on the next verses, to everybody's surprise, and the Adonis looked, astonished.
So, no, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time
No, I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
Trying to holla at me
At me
She grinned as she knew she was about to school his ass and he knew it too.
But a scrub's checkin' me and his game is kinda weak
And I know that he cannot approach me
Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash
Can't get with no dead-beat ass
So
She looked him up and down as she sang, and turned around, flipping her hair and cat walking to the other side of the stage, which earned her an "OOOOOOHHH!" From his friends.
He joined her on the next lyrics, obviously irritated.
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time
No
She turned around when she got to the edge of the circular stage, which happened to be in a very large crowd. Walking back towards him, she used her finger to point from the top of his head, downwards.
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
Holler at me
Holler at me
Holler at me
He was obviously angry, and he showed it in the next lyrics.
If you don't have a car and you're walking
(Oh yes son, I'm talking to you)
If you live at home with your momma
[Norman:] We're all in our private traps
If you have a shorty but you don't show love
[Norman:] Clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out
Wanna get me with no money
Oh no, I don't want no
Athena joined him again, and she realized she was being mean, so she smiled sincerely at him, which he seemed to appreciate.
No scrubs, no scrubs
[Marion:] Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps
No scrubs,
[Norman:] I was born in mine; I don't mind it anymore
No scrubs,
[Marion:] Oh but you should, you should mind it
No scrubs,
[Norman:] Oh I do, but I say I don't
They leaned against each other, back to back, and sang the end, smiles on their faces.
No, I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
[Athena:] Trying to holler at me
Trying to holler at me
[Athena:] Holler at me
Trying to holler at me
She was shocked when everyone stood up, and started clapping, and her face was absolutely red. She ran down the steps, and whispered to Morgana,
"You have twenty seconds to get in my car before I leave your asses."
And with that, she ran as fast as she could out of the bar, leaving the cerulean eyed Adonis standing alone, a hurt look upon his face.