A/N- if you don't like song fics, too bad b/c I do so hahahahahaha.
Actually that gives me an idea, a story made completely of song fics!
HAHAHA! I lauf at ur pitiful attempts to review (2 reviews. What's that
about) Oh well, on with the story in which I don't own higher ground! Or
the song when I grow up by garbage
Saturday
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
Dwayne gritted his teeth as they pulled into Mt. Horizon. Something about Rowan always set him off. He looked into the review mirror to check on J.J, who sat playing happily with a Harry Potter Doll.
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you
Rowan walked over to Dwayne's car, not bothering with formalities. "I need a cigarette." Dwayne stepped out of the car and put his hand protectively over his pocket.
"No!"
"Come on, please? I've gone 3 days…. I NEED A CIG DAMN IT! Don't make me beg……………"
Dwayne sighed. "One- you're begging. Two- you can have one now and if you're a good boy you can have one later."
"Sure what ever." Rowan sucked hungrily on the white stick's smoke eagerly. He caught sight of the little boy with black cornrows clutching a doll sitting in the backseat, staring at him with a look that hinted on confusion and mixed with wonder. For a moment he saw himself as he must appear to strangers: white, muscular but skinny, black-blue-blond short dreads and blue eyes. Someone who wore an Army Jacket but then only dark clothes underneath. Reflexively he stamped out the cigarette. "Hey, who's the kid? I didn't think you were divorced."
"I'm not. This-" Dwayne motioned to the kid who was climbing out the back seat, still clutching his doll, "is J.J. he's my sister's son. I agreed to watch him today, not really paying attention an when I tried to back out she refused since she's taking his sister shopping for P-R-E-S-E-N- T-S. It's his B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y in a month but his twin wants to get them now."
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
"What's your name," asked J.J
"Rowan," said Rowan as he kneeled on th ground so he was eye to eye with the little boy.
"How old are you?
"16."
"I'm 5 and I'm gonna be 6 soon and get P-R-E-S-N-T-S." Rowan cracked up at the shocked look on Dwayne's face.
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
"You're cool kid."
"You're cool too."
"Thanks," Rowan gave a half smile.
"Hey, wanna see 'sumptin?" Rowan shrugged as Harry Potter was placed carefully into his hands. J.J carefully executed a cartwheel, his little tan stomach showing for a moment. Rowan placed the toy back into waiting hands and said, "I can do something like that," he stood and did a handless cartwheel then flipped in mid air tot eh eyes of J.J, Dwayne, and Kat who had wandered over.
Dwayne whistled and Kat asked jokingly, "Where'd you learn to do that? The circus?"
"Actually," said Rowan, "yeah. I was raise din the circus, 'till I was like 7. Then I moved to America. I just never forgot the lessons."
"Oh really," said Kat with just a (slight) tone of disbelief, "ok circus boy, what did you do in the circus?"
"I did acro- acrobatics, tumbling and I threw knives. A handy little skill if I do say so myself."
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
"Show me more!" cried J.J. Rowan laughed and tucked in his loose baggy shirt. He started with a cartwheel and began to flip and tumble. When he finished he turned to Kat's wide mouth and J.J's awestruck eyes.
"Can you teach me to do that?" asked J.J in a voice filled with wonder.
"I can teach you to walk on your hands."
"OK!" J.J turned to Kat and said, "hold him please," shoving the doll into her hands. He started to run up to Rowan, then turned and came back, "Don't drop him or mess with his hair like girls do or play with him and get him dirty and, and …"
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go
How you like it best, you let me know
Saturday
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
Dwayne gritted his teeth as they pulled into Mt. Horizon. Something about Rowan always set him off. He looked into the review mirror to check on J.J, who sat playing happily with a Harry Potter Doll.
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you
Rowan walked over to Dwayne's car, not bothering with formalities. "I need a cigarette." Dwayne stepped out of the car and put his hand protectively over his pocket.
"No!"
"Come on, please? I've gone 3 days…. I NEED A CIG DAMN IT! Don't make me beg……………"
Dwayne sighed. "One- you're begging. Two- you can have one now and if you're a good boy you can have one later."
"Sure what ever." Rowan sucked hungrily on the white stick's smoke eagerly. He caught sight of the little boy with black cornrows clutching a doll sitting in the backseat, staring at him with a look that hinted on confusion and mixed with wonder. For a moment he saw himself as he must appear to strangers: white, muscular but skinny, black-blue-blond short dreads and blue eyes. Someone who wore an Army Jacket but then only dark clothes underneath. Reflexively he stamped out the cigarette. "Hey, who's the kid? I didn't think you were divorced."
"I'm not. This-" Dwayne motioned to the kid who was climbing out the back seat, still clutching his doll, "is J.J. he's my sister's son. I agreed to watch him today, not really paying attention an when I tried to back out she refused since she's taking his sister shopping for P-R-E-S-E-N- T-S. It's his B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y in a month but his twin wants to get them now."
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
"What's your name," asked J.J
"Rowan," said Rowan as he kneeled on th ground so he was eye to eye with the little boy.
"How old are you?
"16."
"I'm 5 and I'm gonna be 6 soon and get P-R-E-S-N-T-S." Rowan cracked up at the shocked look on Dwayne's face.
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
"You're cool kid."
"You're cool too."
"Thanks," Rowan gave a half smile.
"Hey, wanna see 'sumptin?" Rowan shrugged as Harry Potter was placed carefully into his hands. J.J carefully executed a cartwheel, his little tan stomach showing for a moment. Rowan placed the toy back into waiting hands and said, "I can do something like that," he stood and did a handless cartwheel then flipped in mid air tot eh eyes of J.J, Dwayne, and Kat who had wandered over.
Dwayne whistled and Kat asked jokingly, "Where'd you learn to do that? The circus?"
"Actually," said Rowan, "yeah. I was raise din the circus, 'till I was like 7. Then I moved to America. I just never forgot the lessons."
"Oh really," said Kat with just a (slight) tone of disbelief, "ok circus boy, what did you do in the circus?"
"I did acro- acrobatics, tumbling and I threw knives. A handy little skill if I do say so myself."
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
"Show me more!" cried J.J. Rowan laughed and tucked in his loose baggy shirt. He started with a cartwheel and began to flip and tumble. When he finished he turned to Kat's wide mouth and J.J's awestruck eyes.
"Can you teach me to do that?" asked J.J in a voice filled with wonder.
"I can teach you to walk on your hands."
"OK!" J.J turned to Kat and said, "hold him please," shoving the doll into her hands. He started to run up to Rowan, then turned and came back, "Don't drop him or mess with his hair like girls do or play with him and get him dirty and, and …"
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go
How you like it best, you let me know
