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I Wanna
Stay Home
A/N:
This short little fic is based on a song by the band called Self.
The song is found on the Shrek soundtrack, and only on the Shrek
soundtrack. I haven't been able to find a copy of the lyrics to
the song, so the lyrics I have here are what me and my mother
could make out listening to it. There's a line in the second verse
that went completely over both of our heads, so it's not included.
If you know of or can find a complete copy of the lyrics
to this song, I will fix this story and send you a spiffy
little gift!!!
Disclaimer: Oh, yea, I almost forgot this. All characters
and song quotes found in this story are not mine and belong to
their respected owners. Besides, suing me would cost them more
than they'd make from suing me, you know? Anywho, I own nothing.
Simple as that. =)
~~~
Squall woke up to his alarm clock
at 7:45 a.m. His hand came out from the bed and slammed down on
the poor hunk of plastic, cracking it across the surface and sending
it flying across his dormitory room. He sat up, rubbing his face
and grumbling as a massive headache throbbed behind his eyes.
A hangover,
his mind told him. This is the last time I let Irvine take
me out drinking.
He shoved his sheets off of him,
swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up. The
world swirled a bit, but after a moment things settled into place.
He walked towards the bathroom, yawning and stretching. As he
swung his hands into the air to stretch, his hand bumped his CD
player which was on a table next to his bed. The play button flashed
a light, and he heard the whirr as the player kicked in and began
playing the only CD in the sterio.
As he wandered into the bathroom,
he heard the first lines of the first verse playing rather loudly
. . . had he had it that loud the last time he played it?
I believe in self-assertion
Destiny, or a slight diversion
Now it seems I've got my head
on straight
Squall pulled open his medicine
cabinet, fumbling through the plastic bottles until he found a
bottle of asprin. He grunted at the cap as he tried to push and
twist, screwing up a few times until he managed to pop off the
top. He dumped out the pills on the countertop, his shaking fingers
finding a few seperate pills and he shoved them into his mouth,
and looked around for water.
I'm a freak, an apperation
Seems I've made no right decision
Try to turn back now, it might
be too late
Squall yanked out a Dixie cup from
the plastic dispenser and filled it with tap water, tossing it
back like s shot. A shot . . . his memories of the night before
were blurry. He just hoped he'd hadn't done anything stupid.
It's up to the morning and back
again
Same old day, same situation
My happiness is back as if to
say . . .
He turned to the shower, pulling
the dial to turn it on. He twisted it around a bit until the water
pouring out was confortably warm. Amazingly, his sterio was still
loud enough to be heard over the running water. It might've had
something to do with the fact that he was leaving the bathroom
door open.
I wanna stay home today
Don't wanna go out
If anyone comes to play
Gonna get thrown out
I wanna stay home today
Don't want no company
No way
Yea, yea, yea . . .
He shed his boxers and stepped into
the stream of running water, turning until the water was pounding
on his back. He tilted his head back, soaking his hair as he prepared
to wash.
The simple life's my cup of tea
I don't need no body but me
What I wouldn't give just to
be left alone
Squall grabbed his shampoo and squirted
a decent amount into his palm. He rubbed it between his hands
until it coated all his fingers, then began shampooing his hair.
I wanna be a millionaire someday
But know what it feels like to
give it away
[This is the line I'm unsure of,
so, obviously, I'm not including it in the story.]
After lathering profusely, he tilted
his head back again, letting the lather run down his back and
onto the shower floor. What had he done last night? He remembered
something about a dancer . . .
It's over and over and over again
Same old day, same situation
My happiness is back as if to
say . . .
Oh, damn. Dancers plus Irvine generally
equaled strippers. He felt a nagging feeling in his head that
told him he'd hit something right. He grabbed the conditioner,
and ran some through his hair to make it easier to comb. Never
again he told himself, not with Irvine . . .
I wanna stay home today
Don't wanna go out
If anyone comes my way
Gonna get thrown out
I wanna stay home today
Don't want no company
No way
Yea, yea, yea . . .
He rinsed his hair out, and paused
for a moment to groan. Damned headache, hangover, whatever. Why
wasn't it going away yet?
Rain, rain every day, yea
Everyone just stay away, yea
Come another day
Come another day . . .
He covered himself with soap, rinsing
away whatever physical evidence existed of what happened the night
before. Not like he'd ever find out what happened that way anyway.
He turned the shower off, and grabbed a towel, which he quickly
dried himself off with before rapping it around his waist as he
stepped out of the shower.
I wanna stay home today
I wanna stay home today
I wanna stay home
Stay home
Stay home
He wandered into his bedroom, and
looked at himself in the mirror. He still looked like hell.
I wanna stay home today
Don't wanna go out
If anyone comes to play
Gonna get thrown out
I wanna stay home today
Don't want no company
No way
Yea, yea, yea . . .
He moved over to the closet, pulling
it open and grabbing the first outfit that his hand reached, which
just so happened to be his classic leather pants and shirt. He
grabbed a pair of boxers and got dressed.
I wanna stay home today
Don't wanna go out
If anyone comes my way
Gonna get thrown out
I wanna stay home today
Don't want no company
No way
Yea, yea, yea . . .
He stretched again, yawned, and
looked around as the song wound down to the end. The next one
had begun playing, but he wasn't listening. He was dressed, showered,
what else . . . ?
*ring*
The phone jarred him from his memory.
He wandered over, picked it up, and mumbled, " 'Lo?"
He didn't really care who it was - he reeeeeally didn't feel like
going anywhere.
"Hey, Squall, baby," Irvine's
voice came through, sounding sexy and rather horny.
Just what the hell did
I do last night???
Squall lowered his head into his
opposite hand, rubbing his throbbing temples. This was going to
be a long day.
~~~
