Teenage Dirtbag
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He pulled out a heavy wooden chair, flipped it with the back facing towards the table, and sat down, legs spread apart and leaning over the back and onto the table. He shuffled through his black bag atop the table, crumpled papers flew out, followed by a pen or a highlighter, then he pulled out a CD player. He was the only one at the table, oh how he hated study hall. High school was pointless, at least it was his last year.
He pressed the black worn play button, watched as a little battery in the corner flashed, and prayed it would last just for one song. He rested his head down onto his tan forearms, his dark brown bangs falling over his eyes.
The CD was about to finish as he slept. The last song played.
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
He popped open one eye when he heard some laughter he recognized. He found the person and peered at her through his brown tresses. He looked under the table at her feet, baby blue tube socks, and white Keds, and smiled. He then looked down at his own shoes, the rubber soles of his black Converse dangled open a little, laces untied, with white socks that surely had holes in them as well. He frowned then closed his eyes again.
Cause Im just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah Im just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
Yeah, that's right. He began tapping his foot lightly.
Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
I could certainly kick anyone's ass, try and give me shit. I know how to survive. But man, when I'm around her, I just melt into a mindless idiot. Sure, she's not the most popular, but it's the little things. Like her laugh, or her incredible smile, or her eyes, those big blue eyes that just pour into me. But no matter how many times we pass each others in hall or in class, we've never spoken a word, just shared an uncomfortable smile.
Cause Im just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah Im just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
He continued to tap his foot, then he began to hum along.
Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about
Yes! The bell signifying the end of class rang. He began throwing things back into his bag, while still humming, apparently louder than he had thought. His eyes grew wide as saucers, as his chin hit the table. If I wasn't mistaken, she was walking over to me. Why?
She took a deep breath, and placed two small pieces of paper on the table. Placed her polished index finger on top of them and slid them right in front of me. She lifted the headphones off my left ear,
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
Im just a teenage dirtbag baby like you
"I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby like you." She smiled, then walked away.
I picked up the pieces of paper, one was torn piece of paper:
Lance,
Hey, I know we don't talk. Okay, well, we've never talked. But I see you all the
time and, well, I just wanted to let you know that I have a major crush on you.
I've got these tickets, and I have no one to take, I was hoping you'd maybe come
with me. I hope you like them, I could hear you humming all the way across the room.
Sorry I was so shy, I hope this makes up for it.
Kitty
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
He blinked a couple of times, processing everything. He then picked up the second piece of paper, it was a ticket to the sold out Wheatus concert at SOMA, tonight at eight. He had finally put it all together and jumped up and raced out of the room after her.
As he brushed out the door, he felt a soft hand grab him. He quickly stopped and turned to face her, she was about to speak when he quickly leaned in and kissed her.
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
End
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Teenage Dirtbag