Author's Note: Absolutely love this song and when I had it on my ipod running in a loop BAM! The little vindictive fluff bunnies of story-telling doom hit me. These are too much fun to do. I'm gonna end up in rehab at this rate. I only post one until I get a review. I'm just that damn stubborn.
Word Count: 299 Right on the money, baby.
The tune played on repeat through the small little red earphones.
l get more and more strange…
He lazily chuckled to himself and rolled over onto his stomach on the window seat. Idly he smiled to himself, being content that the seat could fit at least three large adult men and with his stature… He mentally slapped himself. No one heard him think that. He was NOT small…
I'm going insane I'm building it up…
He pulled his jacket tighter around him as he lay haphazardly near the small room heater. His breath made small patterns against the bitter cold window as the snow poured down.
I'm a troublemaking rebel
Made a deal with the devil
I'm way past ever coming back…
There we go. Now that was definitely him to the tee. He flipped over again onto his back, rubbing his ports carefully and turning the song up louder. The room comfortably toasty and the plush pillow seats acting as a tender bed as the snow and the world drifted around.
It's my destiny…
Of course… Only he would believe in destiny. He would have rolled his eyes if they had been open. Destiny was right there on his list next to large, almighty powers with which people worship to death and rabbits bouncing around shitting chocolate eggs with painted decorations… Hoorah for destiny, least the rabbits were very delicious broiled.
The product of a…
He silently scooted over as he felt the light nudge at his side, then the broad freezing cold body lay next to him. With a soft, muffled sigh, the other body quickly curled around the body heat. One of the red little headphones was removed and place into the ear of the larger man next to him.
Dysfunctional family…
He loved it though…
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