What up bros! It's AnonymousFanDude! Wow, I typed that one handed. That too. And that. I didn't type that one handed. I used two hands. BUT I JUST TYPED THAT ONE HANDED! Sorry, I got distracted. Also sorry I didn't update this on Wednesday like I was meant to. It's hard updating fanfiction everyday! Not to mention I was a little bit unconscious. Don't ask. Anyway, please enjoy! Or not, whatever...please.

Tobias POV

I got a date with Tri-is! I got a date with Tri-is! I'm so excited. The new chick. She so fucking hot! I smile as I make my way to Music. Yes! I love music.

I enter and notice all of Tris' friends staring at me. I just pretend I don't see them. Christina whispers something in Tris' ear and she blushes.

I sit down next to my mate, Ezekiel. Everyone calls him Zeke, though. But sometimes I'll call him Ezekiel just to piss him off.

"Nice work, Four," he says. "She's hot!"

"Tell me 'bout it," I reply sheepishly.

"Today class," Tori says, "you will be individually singing a song that has almost or has made you cry before."

"Why?" Shauna shouts, Zekes girlfriend.

"I don't know, I'm just running out of ideas here! Now who's going first?" For some reason everyone points at me.

"What did I do?" I shout at them.

"Okay Tobias. You're up, I guess," Tori says. I roll my eyes and get up. I think everyone just wants to see me cry. Good luck with that. I didn't cry at this song but it does play with my feelings. Shut up!

"Mum, Dad and Denny

were some amongst many

who came to watch the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
Seemed every man and his mongrel
cam watched cadets stumble
on the long march to the Viet jungle.
"Oh Christ", I mumbled as I drew that card
and my mates came to slap me on the back with due regard
We were the sixth battalion, yep next to tour
we did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left, rest assured

Seemed half of Townsville turned out to see us leave
they lined the footpaths as we marched to the quay
And the papers wrote it up like you wouldn't believe
but we were only looking to the future for a fast reprieve
And there's all of us looking young
strong and clean rockin' slouch hats
slung SLRs and greens

God help me, I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau the black helicopters
the chinhook pilots seemed relieved at Nui Dat when he dropped us
Seems like months running on and off landing pads
letters to Dad
it's like, man, he's sad
But he can't see the tents that we call home
cans of VB, pin-ups of chicks off TV
The heat, the mosquitoes, and the noise suprising
like the first time you see an agent orange horizon

So please can you tell me doctor why I can't get to sleep
the scar's left in me?
Night time's just a jungle
dark and a barking M16 that keeps saying
"rest in peace"
And what's this rash that comes and goes
Don't suppose you can tell me what that means?

God help me, I was only nineteen

Sent off on a four-week long operation
where every single step could be your last one
On two legs were sorta living hell
falling with the shells, war within yourself
But you couldn't let your mates down
'til they had you dusted off
so you closed your eyes and thought of something else

Someone yelled "contact!"
another bloke swore
we hooked in for hours then a god almighty roar
Then Frankie kicked a mine
the day that mankind kicked the moon

God help me, he was going home in June

And I can still see Frank with a can in his hand
thirty-six hour leave in the bar at the Grand
And I can still hear Frank
a screaming mess
of bleeding flesh
couldn't retrieve his legs

You see the ANZAC legend
neglected to mention
mud
the fear
the blood
the tears
the tension
Dad's recollection
beyond comprehension
didn't seem quite real until we were sent in
Chaos and confusion
the fire and steel
hot shrapnel in my back
I didn't even feel

God help me,

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from Cadets
The sixth battalion was the next to tour
It was me who drew the card
we did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.

God help me, I was only nineteen

So please can you tell me doctor
why I can't get to sleep
I can't hardly eat?
And the sound of the Channel Seven chopper still chills me to my feet
still fuels my grief?
And what's this rash that comes and goes like the dreams
can you tell me what that means?

God help me, I was only nineteen."

When I'm done I see about six people crying. Five girls, two boys. It is a pretty sad song.

I don't listen to the other songs because I fell asleep but I'm sure they were great. I'm just mad I didn't get to hear Tris. Hah! Just kidding. I don't care if I hear her sing or not. It's not like I'm gonna be a real boyfriend. I'm sure I'll just cheat on her a day or two later with another hot chick, just like I did with everyone else.

I decide to skip school to go home and sleep. When I wake up I notice it's five so I get ready for mine and Tris' date and buy some flowers. That always turns chicks on.

I then get in my Jeep and drive to her house. I knock on her door and her brother answers. Well this is awkward.

"Hey," I say. "Tris home?"

"Who are you," he says.

"I'm Four, Tris' date."

"Oh please. Tris wouldn't be interested in you."

"Wanna bet," I say.

"Yeah," he says. "I do."

"Okay then. Why don't you get Tris and we'll see."

"Fine," he replies sternly. "Beatrice!"

Tris walks up to the door looking stunning in her black skinny jeans, singlet, crop top with rhinestones and black leather jacket. Like I said before. So hot!

"Here you go," I say and hand her the flowers.

"Thanks," she says and walks toward me. "Let's get this over with then." And then we get into my Jeep and ride off into the sunset. Or McDonalds. Either way.

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