You're Pretty Good Looking written by Polecat
Disclaimer: Newsies belong to Disney, we all know that, yes? The song belongs to the White Stripes, betcha didn't know that, eh?
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"Oh, yeah, you're pretty good lookin' for a girl," Specs sang into the microphone of Club Meadowlark, a club for young people into the Indie scene. His eyes locked on a girl close to the stage he performed on, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the blonde boy to her right.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin' for a girl. Your eyes are wide open and your thoughts have been stolen by boys."
He didn't know who the girl was, and he really wasn't interested. She seemed interested in him though and she moved along with the beat of his lyrics, guitar and the drummer. He did know the blonde though, he knew him quite well, which is why he knew he'd get upset at him for singing to this girl; all the more reason to get into the song.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah. You're pretty good lookin'. Yes, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah, for a girl."
Dutchy had a bad jealous streak that drove specs crazy. Everytime he performed on stage his boyfriend accused him of flirting with every boy out there. He was a friendly guy, what could he say. If a boy smiled at him, was he suppose to just ignore him? But what really rubbed his last nerve wrong was when Dutchy accused him now of flirting every girls he saw. He liked boys for God sakes, if he liked girls, would he of ever slept with Dutchy? Well, probably, but still, he loved Dutchy, he just needed to learn how to chill out.
"Lot's of people in this world, but I want to be your boy. To me, that thought is sounding so absurd, and I don't wanna be your toy."
Specs let his gaze shift to his boyfriend for just a moment.
"My future's wide open, but this feelings still gonna linger on."
The look of ice in Dutch's blue eyes melted a little, Specs smiled at him, returning his gaze to the girl who was now smitten with him.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah. You're pretty good lookin'. Yes, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah, for a girl."
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*hugs her brand new Starving-Artist-Bumlets!Muse*
Isn't he a doll?
*glares at the rest of the Muses*
At least he actually does something around here.
Pie-in-the-sky-Pie!Muse: Hey! I do stuff around here too.
Oh, really, like what?
Pie!Muse: I look cute.
Okay, fine, that's true but the rest you, you have no excuses.
*is ignored by the rest of the Muses*
*is then comforted by Bumlets!Muse*
He's so sweet ^_____^
Disclaimer: Newsies belong to Disney, we all know that, yes? The song belongs to the White Stripes, betcha didn't know that, eh?
* * * *
"Oh, yeah, you're pretty good lookin' for a girl," Specs sang into the microphone of Club Meadowlark, a club for young people into the Indie scene. His eyes locked on a girl close to the stage he performed on, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the blonde boy to her right.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin' for a girl. Your eyes are wide open and your thoughts have been stolen by boys."
He didn't know who the girl was, and he really wasn't interested. She seemed interested in him though and she moved along with the beat of his lyrics, guitar and the drummer. He did know the blonde though, he knew him quite well, which is why he knew he'd get upset at him for singing to this girl; all the more reason to get into the song.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah. You're pretty good lookin'. Yes, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah, for a girl."
Dutchy had a bad jealous streak that drove specs crazy. Everytime he performed on stage his boyfriend accused him of flirting with every boy out there. He was a friendly guy, what could he say. If a boy smiled at him, was he suppose to just ignore him? But what really rubbed his last nerve wrong was when Dutchy accused him now of flirting every girls he saw. He liked boys for God sakes, if he liked girls, would he of ever slept with Dutchy? Well, probably, but still, he loved Dutchy, he just needed to learn how to chill out.
"Lot's of people in this world, but I want to be your boy. To me, that thought is sounding so absurd, and I don't wanna be your toy."
Specs let his gaze shift to his boyfriend for just a moment.
"My future's wide open, but this feelings still gonna linger on."
The look of ice in Dutch's blue eyes melted a little, Specs smiled at him, returning his gaze to the girl who was now smitten with him.
"Yeah, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah. You're pretty good lookin'. Yes, you're pretty good lookin', oh yeah, for a girl."
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*hugs her brand new Starving-Artist-Bumlets!Muse*
Isn't he a doll?
*glares at the rest of the Muses*
At least he actually does something around here.
Pie-in-the-sky-Pie!Muse: Hey! I do stuff around here too.
Oh, really, like what?
Pie!Muse: I look cute.
Okay, fine, that's true but the rest you, you have no excuses.
*is ignored by the rest of the Muses*
*is then comforted by Bumlets!Muse*
He's so sweet ^_____^