Disco Sucks!
Summary: A day with
Dave in his sophomore year at RFK high school in the city where he grew
up-- Cleveland.
Dedication: KISS and
the stars of Detroit Rock City-- That
movie fuckin' rocked!
Rating: PG-13 for
language…
Other shit you should probably know: Eddie is Edward Furlong… Chris is Sam Huntington, Dave has the same
lengthy hair as James DeBello used to, and Vinny is Giuseppe Andrews in this
flick-fic. (I just made up a word that
countless other people probably thought of before me!)
Disclaimers: I do
not own KISS, or any of the members with the band from 1973 onwards…
I also do not own the movie 'Detroit Rock City'. I believe that KISS and New Line own it.
I do not own Cheech and Chong, or the comedy album from
which I stole some of this story. I'm
only shamelessly trying to plug you guys for the awesome, awesome stuff that
you guys have done! (PS, if you are
Cheech or Chong, I think that you guys should do a reunion movie!)
I also do not own ER.
Many very rich people do, and they are not me.
I also don't own the KISS Army, although I am a member…
Last thing… I don't
own the grassroots movement called 'Disco Sucks'. I am a member, yet I do not own it…
Okay. On with the
show.
"Young
man!" The substitute teacher said to a
teen sleeping on his desk. "YOUNG
MAN!" She shouted. Dave looked up. "Me?" He asked. "Yes, you!
Stand up, State your name, and read your essay!" She yelled at him. He stood up and faced the class. "Dave Malucci. The title of my essay is, What I did over my summer
vacation." He began, looking out into
the class.
"What
I did on my summer vacation." Dave
began.
"On the first day of
my summer vacation, I got up. Then I
went downtown, to look for a job. Then
I hung out in front of the drugstore."
He said, the class beginning to lose interest.
"On the second day of my summer vacation, I got up. Then I went downtown, to look for, a
job. Then I hung out in front of the
drugstore." Dave said, the class now
passing around joints in the background.
"On the third day of my summer vacation, I got up…"
"Young man."
"Then I went downtown, to look for, a job."
"YOUNG MAN!"
"Then I got a job.
Keeping people from hanging out in front of the drugstore."
"SSSSSHHHHUUUUUTTTTT
UUUUUUPPPPPPP!"
The
rowdy class froze in their seats as Dave sat down.
"NEXT!" The teacher
shouted.
Dave
slammed his locker shut. It was another
dreary ass day at Robert F. Kennedy high school. He looked at his science book and grinned. He remembered that he had gotten tickets to
go see KISS at Cobo Hall in Detroit that Friday. He headed down the hall to shop class.
This
teacher was a real asshole. Mr.
Strickland, his name was. He didn't
allow any bathroom breaks, and talking was kept to a minimum. Okay, so maybe this teacher wasn't so bad,
compared to his other teachers. At least
he got to screw around and get graded for it in Strickland's class.
His
best friend Vinny Verudi was in this class.
He wasn't much different than Dave, except Dave had hair almost to his
ass, while Vinny had short hair. They
goofed around with an old radio that had been taken apart. Dave picked up an old TV antenna, and slid
it into place. HE turned the radio on
and tuned into the local rock station.
"Hey-y-y-y-y! This
is the Godfather here on Rock92. We
just finished listening to the Nuge here, and we're going right back into some
more music. Since they're playing at
Cobo Hall Friday night, here's some KISS!"
The dj said. They began to play
'Love Gun' and after the song was over they dismantled their radio and then
started up on a conversation.
"Can't wait
for Friday." Dave said.
"Hell
yeah!" Vinny replied.
"Do you
think that you can get your mom's trans am?"
Dave asked.
"Prob'ly. She's gone all week anyway. I am home alone." Vinny said with a giant grin.
"Sweet. As long as we ain't gotta drive Eddie's
mom's Volvo again."
Dave's
remark was met by a raspy laugh from his friend. The bell rang and they walked out of class to their lockers. Their other two companions, a tall blond
teen named Chris, and a short, dark haired kid named Eddie met them. They also had lockers right next to Dave and
Vinny's.
"Okay. Here's the
deal. We got Vinny's Trans Am, so we
don't need Eddie's mom's Volvo again, thank you very much!" Dave began, looking at Eddie.
"It's not that bad."
Eddie mumbled.
"Dude, the license plate reads 'OB GYNO'. Of course it's that bad!" Chris said.
Eddie shot back a pissed off look.
Dave broke the bad vibrations that were coming about. "Dude, I don't really give a damn if I'm
driving an Edsel, a Volvo, a Pinto, or a Trans Am. As long as we get to go see KISS, I'm perfectly fuckin' happy!"
The guys nodded as the bell rang.
"Well guys, as they say in the tampon biz, See you next
Period." Dave said, heading to Study
Hall.
In
study hall, Dave opened his journal. He
had written all the lyrics to songs down.
He was in a band with his friends and he was the one that was gifted
with words. His mother had told him
that he could spin a tale out of anything.
He had written countless songs, many of which were his true feelings
about things. He'd written on
everything, like love, sex and lack of it, friendship, death, loss, suicide,
anger… everything that could be written
about.
There was a girl that sat next to him in his study hall that
had a huge crush on him. She didn't
know it, but he liked her too. She had
written love poems to him, but never gave them to him. She also doodled things that ran along the
lines of 'Beth and Dave'.
"Dave?" She
whispered, twisting her long brown curls around her finger.
"Yeah, Beth?" Dave
whispered back from the song he was writing about her.
"Ummm… I, uh…" She began.
"Is something wrong in the back?" The teacher asked.
"Uh, no. Beth was
just asking a question." Dave covered.
The teacher returned to her work.
"Thanks. Um, do you
think that we could talk after school?"
She asked, getting really shy.
Dave grinned. "Sure,
why not?" He asked her, hardly able to
contain his heart's joy.
End of Chapter 1.
So, does it suck? I
think it does, but every author is judicious of their own works. This is my thought anyway. I have seen a Dave in school fic, but not
like this. I took the idea from Detroit
Rock City, which I absolutely love and adore.
(BTW, am I the only one who can't decide if Edward Furlong or Giuseppe
Andrews are hotter that James DeBello and Sam Huntington?)
So, Please Review! I
practically live off of these reviews.
Oh, last thingie.
Don't flame me for the stuff I borrowed, like the tampon joke and the Cheech
and Chong bit. I just thought that
perhaps I could bring up an interest it…
Don't flame me for the way that I set up this fic… I'm trying out new styles of typing, like
the separate lines between speech…
