A/N;;I've started a new fic. Well, considering I'm idea dead for most of my other projects, I'd write and post this. I've got three chapters done for this already, and I feel much more solid than I do in "Elsewhere" with this fic right now. So I figured, "Why not?" Besides, it... I don't know.

I just downloaded "Dizzy Up the Girl," "Gutterflower," and a few other songs by the Goo Goo Dolls. I love these guys so much.

Warnings: Swears, yaoi, yuri, het, Nyotalia, bad accents, etc, etc, etc. Also, this is the chapter where I claim I own nothing. So, like, if you wanna raise hell about me not doing it every chapter, please do. It's just gonna give me carpal tunnel... again.

So, here we are! The newest story~

Dizzy Up the Girl

Track I
Better Days

It was another boring day.

Then again, when was it never a boring day?

The gray of the walls were far too familiar to him; so familiar, in fact, he could point out every chip of paint, every smudge, every mark, and any other imperfections you might see. The windows were tinted dark, and it was too, easy for him to see the scratches and fingerprints left behind on the dark glass. The table he sat at was made of metal, and he was busy with the fourth round of counting how many times Tino looked at his phone.

The highest number was seventeen. Today he was at fourteen.

"And what do you think, Mr. Thomassen?" Oh shit, maybe he should've been listening instead of zoning out. Rubbing his forehead, he looked down at his half completed notes, and shrugged. "No opinion?"

"I'm positive this doesn't include my branch of work, Ms. Beilschmidt," the blond with almost white hair lied, and the boss' lighter blue eyes locked on him. She could tell he wasn't paying attention. "Uhm, from what my notes say," he began to explain. "We're dealing with something that my branch doesn't normally deal with." His accent was shaking, his Norwegian roots shining through.

"It'd be a good time to learn then," she hummed thoughtfully. "Very well, Mr. Thomassen, I see your pint. You work on 473 cases and the topic here is a 630 case. Whose branch works on those?"

Mr. Thomassen's dark cobalt eyes locked on the bleach blond man who raised his hand shyly, shoving his phone in his pocket. Bless Tino Väinämöinen for being talented. He could listen, take notes, and text at the same time. "Uhm, well, I think we need to close the accounts connected to Case 630-15. It seems that the ones connected to here are unable to pay, and have been…"

At this point, the Norwegian male again zoned, staring out the dim window. Tino finished his statement, and Ms. Beilschmidt pushed her bangs away from her face, her shot hair slicked back. "I think we're done here." The room stood up, and the German boss coughed. "I will call you in on Friday to discuss other cases. Mr. Thomassen, may I speak with you?"

His lungs shut down, dropping into his stomach. He nodded, and stood up. After everyone else had (slowly) exited, Ms. Beilschmidt motioned to the chair. "Sit, Lukas," she stated, trying to sound less professional. "Your focus in dwindling in meetings."

He resisted the urge to give a snarky comment, and then Lukas muttered, "Yeah, it's just… other things."

"Other things need to be last when you enter this building," the woman was kindly trying not to lose her temper and yell. She looked down at her notes. His boss looked up through blonde lashes. "Lukas, I understand things have been… hard on you. But when you're here, you need to focus on your job. You're young and the fresh new boss of your section. I picked you because of your ability to work hard and for your intellect. Do not make me second guess my choice."

Lukas only nodded, and stood up, hurrying out the door to avoid the cold glance of his boss. Outside the room was the bleach blond with indigo eyes, his friend and coworker, Tino. "How do you even get by?" teased the Finnish male, and Lukas rolled his eyes.

"Who were you texting? Your new girlfriend?" the Norwegian asked, ignoring the previous statement. He watched as the taller of the two short men flushed, and timidly nodded his head. "Wow, a new one already?"

"She's incredible! I'm pretty sure she's the one! I mean…"

"Tino," Lukas pulled out his car keys from his pocket, and they walked down the stairs, their voices echoing. "You say that every time you have a new woman in your life. What makes you so sure this time?"

"She's perfect," Tino began to explain, and Lukas gave an aggravated sigh. He tuned out the words of his friend. Tino was the one guy who could get any girl he wanted. He was kind and sweet, but not to the point where he was feminine. He also wasn't trying to pull off the tough guy act, being a total dick to women. However, it never lasted long. Tino was the kind of guy who was kind of picky; one day, the pretty little blonde who made chocolates was the one he wanted to marry, the next week he was talking to the dark skinned beauty that used to be a swimsuit model.

"And that's why she's the one!"

"Whatever you say," Lukas said as they entered the underground parking lot, approaching a nice looking red car. "What's her name?"

"Ivana Braginskaya," sighed the Finn dreamily. Lukas quirked an eyebrow, shocked at how love struck his friend was acting. "She's perfect."

"You say that again, and I might have to punch you." Opening the car door, Lukas slid into the driver's seat, and Tino rolled his eyes. "See you tomorrow."

"Whatever, Lu. Bye."

Watching as his friend walked away, Lukas wanted to shoot himself. He was tired of this. He could predict tomorrow's events all the same: wake up, shower, eat, drive to work, talk to Tino, get yelled at by the boss, eat lunch with a group of people he hates, go over the work his branch did that day, give a crappy report to Ms. Beilschmidt, get yelled at again, deal with pissed off people on phones, walk to the car with Tino, listen to Tino talk about Eva or whatever her name was, get in the car, go home, yell at Emil, go to bed. Repeat.

He hated his life.

"Hey, God? If you really do exist," taunted the Norwegian. "Do something to shake up my schedule before Friday, all right?"

"And you ask me what I want this year.
And I try to make this kind and clear.
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days."

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Adios~!
Darlene :)