The Summer Set- Someone Like You
Sunday, September 11th
You got a price tag hanging on the back of your dress,
"Let's go somewhere." She said sitting next to me on the think grass of the lawn in front the Lyon's estate.
"Where?"
"Anywhere, let's crash Massie's backyard party." She responds picking up a bright yellow flower and sticking it in the pocket of her ripped jeans.
"You have to crash, I've been invited."
"Yeah, whatever, it's not my fault your girlfriend's a psycho female dog." She gives me a playful glare, and then rolls over to examine a lady bug closer.
"Female dog?"
"I'm cutting down on my cursing, but if you insist on being such a bad influence, I guess I might as well say it. It's not my fault your girlfriend is a psycho bitch."
"Okay, Okay. I get it you and Massie don't get along."
"Biggest understatement on your life. I gotta go change, kay, bye. Wait here!"
Less than five minutes later she runs out of her large house in a puffy, white, sundress.
"How do I look?"
"Like a glowing, white, cloud."
"Good enough." She says grabbing my hand and pulling me down the street towards Massie's house.
You got your shoes undone and your hair is a mess,
But no one sees you like I do
"Invitation only, Claire." I say pointing to the sign hanging on the large, wooden, gate leading to the passage way that gave entrance to the backyard.
"Oh sure, Derrick. A sign is telling me that I'm not allowed in, so I guess that means no entry for Claire, so I should just go home and indulge myself in chocolate. Yeah?"
"Yes…?" I say, or ask, I don't know. Claire confuses me sometimes.
"No, Derrick. It's a sign, not a cop. And everyone knows signs are just asking to be disobeyed."
"Yeah, sure."
"So how do I look, and don't compare me to a cloud again."
Beautiful, as always. Claire's always been a pretty girl, ever since I meant her in second grade. She had blonde hair, and blue eyes, what one would call an all-American girl. She's always smiling so a natural glow is always surrounding her. She was thin, but not as skinny as the other girls in my school. This is understandable though, because they eat rabbit food, and Claire's a pig. I mean that in the most endearing way of course. I think the only reason she's so small is because of her unlimited energy, which results in her running, and skipping, and dancing, all the time.
"Well… your little ankle, boot, things aren't tied, and your hair is a mess from running over here. Unless of course, your flower is supposed to be hanging from the back of your head."
"So… good enough to be a gate crasher?"
"Yeah, perfect."
You roll the windows down when it's starting to rain, yeah,
"This party is stupid." Claire says from behind me, while I stand in the corner to avoid Massie, until I put myself in the right mood to talk to her. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but she can just be a little too much.
"Claire, everyone's dancing on the patio and having drinks. I know the music isn't amazing, but surely this is your type of party."
"I wanted to gate crash a garden party. Not an oh, we're all so scared of rain we're just going to chill here on the patio and inside because getting wet is for people who aren't cool enough to stay dry party."
"Then go to the garden." I say sarcastically, looking around for one of my team mates.
"Okay."
"WAIT! I didn't really mean-"
"Too late."
Everybody else might think you're insane,
But no one sees you like I do
"DERRICK! I was hoping you'd come. I've been looking for you forever. First I thought you had ditched me to hang out with Claire, but I know you wouldn't do that, because you're the best boyfriend ever. So do you want to dance? Derrick, are you listening to me? What are you staring at?" Massie yell's into my ear, and then looks over my shoulder to see Claire and a slowly building crowd dancing in the rain.
"WHAT IS SHE DOING! First of all, she was not invited, second, doesn't she know this was semi formal, and third, she's being an attention whore!"
"Don't call her that."
"I'll call her what I want, this is my house, and my party. CEDRIC!" She screeches towards to roof. A tall, muggy, looking guy comes out from seemingly nowhere with a slice of cake in his hands."
"Get her out. NOW!" She orders him, turning first a pasty pale, then a bright red, then finally settling on a light blue as more and more people went to dance with Claire.
"Can I finish my cake first, Ms. Block?" He says in a deep, gruff, voice.
"I said now!" She yells taking the cakes and throwing it on the ground.
"Block, don't you think throwing her out is a little extreme?"
"She wasn't supposed some in, anyways." Then she turns around to watch Mr. Muscles go get Claire. Then suddenly Claire takes off running around the yard, while Cedric picks up his feet to go catch her. She circles the large tree, then comes over to the dessert table and picks of each piece of cake and stuffs it in her mouth, while people are chanting her name. Cedric comes over and she climbs onto the table jumping over the patio railing and barely misses falling into the pool, while Cedric does the same but isn't a fortunate. As the water splashes onto the table, ruining the desserts, Massie screeches and starts running after Claire, though not as successfully as Cedric for, she's wearing heels.
Who wears heels to a garden party, a quick glance around tells me that everyone does.
"I can't believe we broke up." Cam says appearing behind me.
"Yeah, bro, she's catch." Kemp and Plovert say at the same time. I swear they used to be the same person separated by some alien transfusion.
"Yep, she's a catch, alright." I respond. Laughing as Massie slips in a big mud puddle, then Claire body slams her.
"COME ON DERRICK, LET'S GO!" She calls getting up then runs over to the gate, covered in mug. And of course, I followed.
My unpredictable girl, you're impossible girl,
"Let's go for a bike ride, she says walking out of the house with ripped jeans and a loose, flowy, shirt on."
"A what?" I asked following her out of the house and waving bye to her little brother. The rain had finally stopped so we decided to leave the house, and stop indulging on rocky road ice cream.
"You know, when you go to the city, and you rent one of those old timey bikes, and then you ride it."
"That's what you want to do?"
"Yes."
"I don't think that's a good idea." We're probably going to end up getting into some type of trouble at the beach.
"You don't have to think Derrick." She says as she shoots me one of her model smiles, "You just get into the passenger seat of my baby, and listen to everything I say."
Her baby, she means her 1974 Plymouth Road Runner that's been fixed to run like a brand new Mercedes. I promise you she loves that car more than me.
"Yeah, whatever, you're impossible." I say getting into the car.
You love the sing along when you don't know the words,
"Scroll the stations, D."
"Yeah, okay." I say turning the knob on the new radio, fashioned to look like an old one.
"THERE! I like this song. WE COULD HAVE HAD ALL!" She starts screaming, offbeat to the song playing on the radio.
"STROLLING BY THE BEACH!" Now, I'm no fan of this type of music, and I'm pretty sure Claire isn't either, but I think she's got the words mixed up there.
"Um, Claire, I'm not quite sure that's how the song goes."
"Shut up Derrick, and go rent us our bikes. I want the really old, vintage looking ones with the high handle bars. I'll wait right here."
Of course when I come out, she's across the street in a donut shop finishing off a glaze, chocolate donut. When she sees me she runs across the street, giving the pretty finger to a car that could have easily hit her and decided to alert her by honking its horn. When she gets over by me she shoves the small piece of donut in my mouth and takes one of the bikes.
"Can you believe that man had the audacity to honk at me? I'm just an innocent, young, girl just trying to make it across the street. The nerve of some people."
"Speaking of cars, you might want to move yours; you can't park on this street."
You lock your keys in your car right next to your purse, yeah,
No one sees you like I do
"Um, Derrick, my keys are in the car."
"Well don't you have that thing hocked up where you can unlock your car from your phone?"
"Yeah," she says biting her lip, turning it a deep red. "My phone's in my purse."
"Then, where's your p- oh." I reply catching site of her purse on the backseat.
"Oh, well we'll handle that later." She shrugs then gets on the bike riding down a wooden passage way leading to the beach
Monday, September 12th
You only show up right out of the blue,
"Hi!" Someone screams in my ear causing Cam who's next to me to drop his books, and for me to let out a very unmanly screech.
"Hi, Claire" Kemp says from the other side of me, shedding some light on who decided to appear from behind, out of nowhere.
"How's your day been?" Plovert asks from Kemp's side.
"Okay, Ms. Solodyna gave me detention for talking out in class. It's not my fault that she asked if I we were serious. She knows I'm a Harry Potter fan.
"Oh, yeah you should take that up with the principle; she set herself up for the joke." Cam says closing his locker.
"I'll think about. So, I'm planning on crashing Massie's house party on Friday are you lovely fellows going to be there?" She asks putting her hands on my shoulders and applying a little pressure.
"There you go again Claire, showing up out of the blue, crashing an innocent, witch's party." Cam laughs as I bend down, preparing for her to jump on my back.
Then 20 minutes late, 5's early for you, yeah,
No one sees you like I do
"Claire, you're early." The teacher says stopping her talk about the homework as the door opens.
"Actually, Ms. Finnegan, Claire's close to three minutes late." Massie calls from beside me.
"Ms. Block, I'm going to have to ask you to please refrain from talking out of turn" Ms. Finnegan tells Massie coolly, as it was quite obvious, out of the two, which she preferred.
Claire sticks her tongue out as she walks by, then Massie tries to trip her, which doesn't work so she settles for saying, "That's real mature, Claire."
"I think someone should inform you that your sarcasm is really unattractive, Massie." Claire responds sitting down beside Kemp.
Cause the little things don't mean much to me
My girl, I'd cross the whole world for someone like you
Oh oh, no matter where I go, oh oh,
My unpredictable girl, you're impossible girl,
You know that it's true, oh oh, no matter what you do,
I'd cross the world for someone like you
Claire and I been the best of friends since 5th grade when we got over the fact that neither of us have cooties. She was my first big crush, which we still laugh about now. I'd do just about anything for her, for she's beautiful and I love her. Claire and I will probably never have anything romantic because we don't like each other that way. But I know she'll always be there for me, and she knows my door is always open.
And if it's not, it doesn't matter because she has a copy of the key.
Everyone can see the heart that Claire Lyons has; it's built for loving and hating, her heart's big, and wide and full of light and dark. That's what makes her so beautiful.
Yeah, you're perfectly imperfect, my love
Oh, I'll be waiting up all night because your little things, all the stupid things,
"Let's pull an all nighter."
"Shouldn't we be doing homework? It's Thursday, we have school tomorrow."
"I'm going to call Cam, Kemp, Plovert, Layne, and Dylan; I feel like TPing someone's house."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we'll just skip tomorrow and call it Sophomore Skip Day."
"Sounds like a good enough plan." I say yawning and getting up to stretch.
"Hey, Derrick."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Everything."
"Hey, Claire."
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too" She says grabbing my hand and pulling me into a hug.
"I could live without the wicked bitch of the West, though." She whispers into my ear
"We're in the East."
"Same difference."
"Not really."
I'd cross the whole world
A girl like you
Someone like you
Hi, 1 DOWN 1 HUNDRED TO GO. Tell me what songs you want me to do, or what characters, or what relationship. The more ideas the better. Feel free to give me advice, I really need it. Thank you for reading. Stay beautiful, live your life.