Dedicated to Louise, who has some sort of obsession with this pair at the moment. Some of the songs you listen to...I don't have words to explain...
Title: The Radio
Rating: M for song lyrics
"The Radio" by M.L.
It was sitting there in the middle of the room.
Just sitting there.
"It ain't comin' ta life…" Jed observed aloud. Octavius nodded beside him and furrowed his brow.
"Perhaps we should over to it and discover its purpose?"
"Yeah," Jed agreed. They had already climbed out of their respective exhibits and made their way onto the bench in the centre of the room where the large box sat. It was black and had two large, round indents in it and several buttons.
"You go an' stab it, Octy." The cowboy grabbed his friend by the shoulders and pushed him towards the strange box.
"I-I-I," Octavius sighed, knowing that, if he refused, Jedidiah would simply call him a name in his typical western fashion. It was often that the general was labeled as "lily-livered", "yellow-bellied", and a chicken.
So, instead of facing another cowboy insult, Octavius puffed up his chest and charged at the box.
But it still just sat there.
"Aw shoot, I'm just gonna hit one of them buttons." Jed used his boot to kick a button with the word "power" written beneath it.
Music began to pour out of the indents in the box. Jed and Octavius jumped back but relaxed once they realized what the box was doing. Jed smirked.
"Huh. So it's a radio."
"It's enormous!" Octavius exclaimed. "It's not like the one Larry normally uses."
"That's because we're usually so dang far away from it," Jed pointed out.
"Oh. Yeah."
The men stood and listened to the music, having never heard music like its kind.
"You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door."
The two exchanged looks, both of them confused.
"And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt"
"Jedidiah, what are tits? And why would this woman be wet? Is she taking a bath?"
"That I'm wearing and you would open the door
And tie me up to the bed."
"Tie her up! Now she's being tortured! Are these tits she has illegal?"
"Shh! I'm listenin'!"
"Change the song, I don't like this!" Octavius demanded.
Jedidiah mumbled and turned a dial. Loud, upbeat music began playing.
"Westcoast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh oh oooooh
Sex on the beach-"
"Change it!"
"T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me."
"…"
"What's a 'ho', Jed?" Octavius asked. When no reply came, Octavius furrowed his brow and repeated, "Jed?"
"Er, maybe we should go drive the car around, buddy. This thing ain't all that great."
"But I-,"
"Just trust me, okay?"
"Fine." Octavius switched off the stereo and followed his friend, eventually climbing into their remote controlled car and starting it up. The Roman thought for a moment about what his friend had said and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Wait, you're not a ho, right?"
"O-Octavius!"
A/N: This is my first fanfiction online, not counting the collaboration (which isn't on my account anyway). I have written others, but they've not made their way onto the Internet yet...*shrug* Maybe I'll upload some others. This one was pretty crappy though. Haha.