Lenny's POV
Today was a normal Tuesday for me... Running from bullies to get my bass before practice.. This is actually how I go to band practice, my bass on my back while running from 6 foot jocks that want to show me the 'Lesson of manly hood' while I'm trying to find a way to get rid of them before I even think of going to Care's. It stinks how my life tends to revolve on me having the WORST schedule in the history of Peaceville. Go to school, get homework, get chased by assholes, go to practice, chased again by more assholes, go home, talk to my sister while doing homework, eat, sleep and then restart the day. It's the same thing everyday, every school week, every hour. Unless it's summer. Then there's more gigs, less assholes, and more time with my sister, the girls, and my music. BIG reasons why I love summer so much. Anyway, back to right now. Today is the last Tuesday for the school year, and it's also the last day of school, meaning by tomorrow, all these jock-heads are going to be gone by Thursday on vacation. I already had my bass on my back as I ran down some of the allies of Peaceville trying to get this jerks off my back. Good thing that these allies have small pass ways in between the buildings that me and my sis used to us a lot to get away from people like these guys. I ran down one of the allies with the leader of the jocks right behind me... The leader of these douches is Zachary Campbell. He's like the asshole version of Nick Mallory.. Everyone thinks he's awesome because of his athletic ability and looks, but as you could tell, looks can be deceiving. He's this tall 5 foot 11 guy with brown spiky hair, a red muscle shirt, black skinny jeans, and red Jordan's.. He pretty much has that New Jersey Shore kinda look to him... You know how you can just look at someone and they look like a rejected Snooky or Paully D(How ever you spell then)? Yeah, that's this guy... Anyway here's were you guys see how my usually Tuesdays go.
"I JUST WANNA TEACH YOU A LESSON NEPP! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN! IF YOU ARE ONE AT LEAST!" I looked behind me quickly to see Zack trying to keep up with me while yelling out insults. I ran down another ally and slipped into one of the 'me and my bass sized' passages Zack tried to grab me out of that passage but he got stuck thanks to him being a bigger build. I stuck my tongue out at him, even how childish it was, and ran down the rest of the passage. God I love being small when it comes to being chased. I can just slip into passages and cricks and run away. After I got out of the passage I put a smile on my face and starting making my way to Care's. It's weird how where I usually get these guys way from me, it's usually just a block or two away from Care's, making me early for every band practice. I walk up to out Logo Skull painted garage and knocked on the door. Care opened up the garage door and smiled at me. "Usual Lens, here before I'm even ready... And I live here..." I chuckled at her small joke with a smile. "What can I say? I hate being late. You know that." She just rolled her eyes. "Anyway, the twins are always late, so we got about thirty minutes till the get here. What do you wanna do?" I shrugged at that. "Well, we have a gig this Friday, do you have any lyrics for it yet?" She put her finger in the air, about to answer, then she put her head down along with her finger. "I totally forgot Lens... I got nothing for Friday..." I smiled lightly at this. She always was forgetful like this. "Then we can brainstorm some song ideas while we wait for the girls." Her head shot back up with a smile on her face. "Then lets get to work!" She grabbed me by my hand and dragged me over to the purple couch we had in the garage. She let go of my hand, that I immediately missed, and gave me a notebook and then grabbed a Newman Skull-ed one which was her main writing journal. I opened to an new page as she done the same. I grabbed the pencil that was in it and started writing down just randomly. Usually this is how they actually come out, random writings that we fix up, rewrite, and play. Me and Care are the two song writers of the band, Kim and Konnie helped us bounce off ideas a lot though. When I finished I looked over the beginning of it.
Somebody make a move
Somebody make a move
Please Somebody
Test my reality
Check if there's a weak spot
Clingin' to insanity
In hopes the world will ease up
Try to make it look like it's all somehow getting better
'Cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measure
Everyone started out a little insane
But we learn pretty quick how to fake it for the game
But some of you never learned to drop the act
So under that skin of yours: a heart attack
It was pretty good. I looked over the rest of it to find out that my random writing was perfectly flowing together, meaning, no rewriting on this one. "Finishes, are you Lens?" I nodded with a smile. "Yep." I gave Care my note book so she could look over it. She smiled when she was finished. "We found our songs for Friday, first mine, then the best one," She gave me my notebook back with a title at the top. "Make A Move." I smiled at her as she smiled back brightly before the garage door opened. We both thought it was the twins... We were both wrong.
