Alright, so, hey guys! Hopefully you've been liking what I've been writing, and if not, sorry! D:
Sooo, I was thinking, you all probably will need some back-up info on what happened to Shelly & Michael, because I don't think I'll actually ever mention in in my fic. You see, when Shelly and Michael were really close friends eight grade through freshman year, but, then, boy meets girl, boy and girl date, boy forgets about other girl. Then, Shelly got really pissed at him, and told the whole school about some of his dirty little secrets that weren't supposed to be exposed. (Because we all know how fast rumors spread in high school) So then they stopped talking entirely. And, now fate brought them back.
I really hope you all are enjoying this, and, if you do (or don't) PLEASE review, so I can fix all my mistakes and make this a great story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee, because I'm just not that cool. But, I do own Michael, Shelly, and all the NEW New Directions gang, because, I made them up.
Chapter 3, Why Me?
Wow... I thought to myself, Today was the first day of my JUNIOR year! One more...and I'm out of here. For good.
I really found it hard to comprehend that I was only stuck in Lima for two more years, and then I was out of here. But, until then, I have to make still, and stay strong, even if it means some slushies to my dear face.
Seriously? You just said that? God now you sound like Rachael. Kurt would be mortified.
Today went we though I must say, if we just try and forget about the first perioid incident where I had to sit next to Public Enemy Number 1. I mean, I saw all my friends, got all the classes I wanted, you know, yadda yadda yadda. But...New Directions...yeah, whole different story. I went around everywhere today, looking for new recruits, but all I got, beside the four "Yeses", we No No No. And an almost slushie facial. But, thankfully my partner in crime went off and saved the day with his lunch tray.
When I walked into the choir room after school, I felt like a failure.
"Sorry Mr. Schu...it was all I could get." I said sadly.
He looked at me, and smiled. "Shelly, don't worry, three years ago, it was just like this. Don't worry, new recruits will come along. So, let us begin! Ready Brad?"
Brad looked up from the piano and nodded. Then I realized...I have never heard him talk.
"So..." Mr. Schu said, "Who'll start?"
I looked around. Counting my friends who agreed to join, we had seven people in the room. Then, my best friend, partner in crime he's normally referred to as, spoke up.
"I will!" He said with the adorableness only he could pull off.
"Great!" Mr. Schu said. "And...your name is..."
"Andrew, and I'm singing 1,2,3,4. By the Plaine White T's"
"Sound good, let's here it. Brad, give us the toon."
Then the music started, and we all listened. Andrew opened his mouth and began in his tenor voice,
Give me more lovin' than I've ever had
Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not
He looked right at me when he sang that, he knew it was out song, which made me smile inside.
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely gettin' mad, I'm so glad I found you
I love bein' around you
You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you
Give me more lovin' from the very start
Piece me back together when I fall apart
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Best that I've had, I'm so glad that I found you
I love bein' around you
You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you
I love you
You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you
I love you
1, 2, 3, 4
I love you
I love you
Then when he ended, clapped his hands. As did we all, it was beautiful.
"Amazing, amazing Andrew, welcome aboard! Now who's next?"
"Hey Mr. Schu, I'm Nicole, and I'm singing Big, Blonde, And Beautiful from Hair Spray."
I raised my eyebrows. "Because you're black?" I joked.
"You know it Shell! Because I'm black."
We were looked at in confusion.
"Okay..okay...so do I like...just start?" Nicole, for being black, was the most awkward girl ever.
"Uhm...yeah. Go for it girl!"
She looked around awkwardly, then started to sing.
Once upon a time
Girl i was just like you
Never let my extra large
Largesse shine through
Hair was brown and nappy
Never had no fun
I hid under a bushel
Which is easier said than done!
Then one day my grandma
Who was big and stout
She said you gotta love yourself
From inside out
And just as soon as i learned
How to strut my funky stuff
I found out that the world at large
Cant get enough so...
Bring on that pecan pie
Pour some sugar on it
Sugar don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess
Of that chocolate swirl
Don't be stingy,
I'm a growing girl
1 offer big love
With no apology
How can i deny the world
The most of me
I am not afraid
To throw my weight around
Pound by pound by pound
Because i'm
Big, blonde and beautiful
There is nothin' 'bout me
That's unsuitable
No one wants a meal
That only offers the least
When girl we're servin' up
The whole damn feast
Slice off a piece
Of that hog head cheese
Then take a look inside
My book of recipes
Now, don't you sniff around
For something fluffy and light
I need a man who brings
A man-size... Appetite
I'll use a pinch of sugar
And a dash of spice
I'll let ya lick the spoon
Because it tastes so nice
I'll keep it in my oven
'Til it's good and hot
Keep on stirring til it hits the spot
Because i'm...
Big, blonde and beautiful
And Edna girl, you're lookin' so
Recruitable
Why sit in the bleachers
Timid and afraid
When Edna,
You can be your own parade!
She finished off, and she looked entirely conferable. Which was, believe me, an awkward thing to see.
"Guuuurl, we did good!" Andrew said in his faux ghetto accent.
"Hell yeah! High five!"
"Nicole, amazing. Looks like we may have another Mercedes on our hands." That made Mr. Schu smile. I could tell he missed old New Directions.
"Mr. Shu! Mr. Shu! Can I go next? Can I Can I?" my little hyper friend Brandy said.
"Of course! Of course!"
"Hi...I'm Brandy...and...and I'm singing Only Exception, by Paramore."
When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
But darling,
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I've sworn to myself
that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
And I'm on my way to believing.
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.
"CANDICE! I see you inching your way to the door! Get back here NOW!" I had to yell, because, my second bestfriend, Candice (Who is a guy by the by) was trying to make an exit.
"Siiiiigh. Really?"
"Yes, really. Now, SING!"
"Oh, like I'd really do that in a Glee club."
"Candice..."
"Okay okay! Mr. Schu, I'm singing Modred Lullaby, by Heather Dale, may I begin"
"Uhm, of course."
Then my dear Candy started off a Wicca lullaby nobody else could of even tried to pull off.
Hush, Child,
The darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
Guile, my son,
I'll shape your belief,
and you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you won't understand the cause of your grief,
but you'll always follow the voices beneath
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me.
Guile, my son,
Your spirit will hate her,
the flower who married my brother the traitor.
And you will expose his puppet behavior,
for you are the proof of how he betrayed her.
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me.
The darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me.
Guile, my son,
Each day you grow older,
each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold.
For the child of my body,
the flesh of my soul,
will die in returning the birthright he stole.
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me.
The darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you down into sleep.
When he finished, Mr, Schu looked questioningly at me, and then him. But, then he seemed to shrug it off.
"Well, it seems everyone's done. Congrats, you all made it. So...is there anybody else?"
*silence*
"I'll try" A voice said.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
It was Michael. Michael. Nononono...NONONONO!
Everyone stared. I mean, everyone. Even Mr. Schu. And, then there was silence. Mr. Schu was the one to break it.
"So...uhm...you wish to try out?"
"Yes, if that's alright."
Mr. Schu looked at me, and, I nodded.
"So...uhm...yeah...alright. Go ahead."
"Okay, this is Viva La Vida, by Cold Play."
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key ...
I glanced over at Andrew.
"Andy...I need to go." I whispered.
He look at me, and squeezed my hand. "I understand love, go ahead." Then he gave me that adorable smile.
I smiled. "Okay."
And, than I walked out. I walked around the halls, and bought a water. Then I sat down against the wall. I needed some air. It was time to call Kurt.
Well, there it is! I hope you all like it!
Oh! And, more disclaimers! I do not own music from Hairspray, Plain White T's, Paramore, or Cold Play.
Oh, one more thing, Andrew is gay. No, not because I want another "New Directions", but because MY bestfriend is actually gay.
Review please!
Mwah! :)
