*I can't get no satisfaction.*

Isn't that how the song goes?

It's funny how you hear a song on the radio, and it makes you close the window, tell everyone to shut up, and turn the volume up. You sit there, and listen to the lyrics, and think it's so strange how that song fits your life.

Later, you're doing something, reading or watching t.v., and the song pops into your head. Your kid sister glares at you, then remembers she's not allowed to, and walks out of the room. Your parents frown, because that's not a song you're supposed to know.

The song is in your head, and you can hum the tune, but you can't quite remember all the words. You've only heard it once, so the refrain is running through your head, over and over, until your about to go insane.

Then he comes over.

The boy who the song made you think of, and he hears you singing it, and just as you get to the end of the parts you remember, he continues.

Finishing it for you.

"A little old-school, but pretty cool." He says when he's done, shrugging. "Not the type of music I usually listen to, but my dad puts on his old records once in a while."

"I've been trying to remember the words all day."

He shrugs again, "That's the annoying thing about having a song stuck in your head. You usually only remember certain parts." he grabs an apple off the coffee table, and takes a bite, grinning at you with apple stuck in his teeth. Then he swallows. "So, loser, you finish the history homework."

You nod, laughing.

"Cool, send it on over."

He spends the next twenty minutes copying your work, humming that damn song under his breath.

You lean back into the couch, and grin, grabbing the apple he'd been chomping. Your mouth fits perfectly over the bite mark.