Notes from author: Well, the story behind this one is that my certain
friend and me were taking the bus home (because it was freezing outside)
and the song 'My Girl' by the Temptations came on whatever radio station
the bus driver had chosen to listen to at the time. We sat enjoying the
song, then I said something around the lines of, "For some reason I have a
picture in my head of Shuichi dancing around singing this song." And a half-
songfic was born!
Disclaimers: I don't own the song 'My Girl' or Gravitation, though I wouldn't mind owning either..
My Girl?
Shuichi sighed and leaned back on the kitchen wall. He hated waiting, but Hiro said that he'd be back in a second. Deciding that he needed some music, he reached over and turned on the small, portable radio that was kept in the kitchen. The overly smooth, male voice of the radio host came on almost instantly, saying, "And now we continue our 10 in a row 'Super Saturdays' with 'My Girl' by the Temptations."
Shuichi stood straight up. "I love this song!" he said to himself.
The song began. "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day."
Shuichi grabbed a broom, held it with both hands like a microphone stand, and started singing along. "When it's cold outside I've got the month of May!" He swayed side-to-side, getting lost somewhere in the music. "I guess you'd say." he pumped one fist into the air and shouted, "WHAT CAN MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY?" Jumping up onto the table without missing a beat, he continued, "My girl! (My girl, my girl!)" Holding the end of the broom stick close to his mouth, he sung mellowly, "Talkin' 'bout my girl" -he leaped up- "(My girl!)" and landed on the table with a crash, knocking off the few things that were on it, which were mostly breakable. But he didn't notice the large crash.
He jumped off the table onto a chair, still singing. "I've got so much honey the bees envy me." Holding the broom very close, he spun around on the chair. "I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees! I guess you'd say," he stopped spinning, then put one foot on the back of the chair, tipping it so it balanced perfectly on the back two legs. "What can make me feel this way? My girl (My girl, my girl). Talkin' 'bout my girl, (MY GIRL!)" he tipped the chair so it landed with an extremely loud crash on the last beat.
Backing out of the room, he ran really fast, then jumped up onto his knees on the counter, sliding down it with his broom tucked under one arm as he sung, "Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Ooooh."
Gracefully stopping at the end of the counter, he spun so his feet hung off the end, and, still oblivious to the crashing noises, wrapped his legs around the end of the broom and still held onto it like a microphone stand with his hands. "I don't need no money, fortune, or fame." He started swaying again. "I've got all the riches, baby, one man can claim. I guess you'd say" -he slid off the counter and landed silently on the ground- "What can make me feel this way?" He slid around on the kitchen floor, almost like and ice-skater, dancing to the music. "My girl (My girl, my girl). Talkin' 'bout my girl, (MY GIRL!!!)" He flung out all his limbs and grinned. The music began fading, and.
CRACK!
Shuichi dropped his broom and grabbed the back of his head, then looked over his shoulder at a rather irritated Hiro.
Shuichi got all teary eyed and his bottom lip quivered. "What did you hit me for?"
Hiro sighed and turned around, saying, "Lets go."
"What's so wrong about singing about my girl?" Shuichi called after him.
Hiro turned back to look at his friend with one eyebrow raised. "Dude, aren't you gay?"
"BI!" Shuichi shouted. "I AM BI!"
Disclaimers: I don't own the song 'My Girl' or Gravitation, though I wouldn't mind owning either..
My Girl?
Shuichi sighed and leaned back on the kitchen wall. He hated waiting, but Hiro said that he'd be back in a second. Deciding that he needed some music, he reached over and turned on the small, portable radio that was kept in the kitchen. The overly smooth, male voice of the radio host came on almost instantly, saying, "And now we continue our 10 in a row 'Super Saturdays' with 'My Girl' by the Temptations."
Shuichi stood straight up. "I love this song!" he said to himself.
The song began. "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day."
Shuichi grabbed a broom, held it with both hands like a microphone stand, and started singing along. "When it's cold outside I've got the month of May!" He swayed side-to-side, getting lost somewhere in the music. "I guess you'd say." he pumped one fist into the air and shouted, "WHAT CAN MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY?" Jumping up onto the table without missing a beat, he continued, "My girl! (My girl, my girl!)" Holding the end of the broom stick close to his mouth, he sung mellowly, "Talkin' 'bout my girl" -he leaped up- "(My girl!)" and landed on the table with a crash, knocking off the few things that were on it, which were mostly breakable. But he didn't notice the large crash.
He jumped off the table onto a chair, still singing. "I've got so much honey the bees envy me." Holding the broom very close, he spun around on the chair. "I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees! I guess you'd say," he stopped spinning, then put one foot on the back of the chair, tipping it so it balanced perfectly on the back two legs. "What can make me feel this way? My girl (My girl, my girl). Talkin' 'bout my girl, (MY GIRL!)" he tipped the chair so it landed with an extremely loud crash on the last beat.
Backing out of the room, he ran really fast, then jumped up onto his knees on the counter, sliding down it with his broom tucked under one arm as he sung, "Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Ooooh."
Gracefully stopping at the end of the counter, he spun so his feet hung off the end, and, still oblivious to the crashing noises, wrapped his legs around the end of the broom and still held onto it like a microphone stand with his hands. "I don't need no money, fortune, or fame." He started swaying again. "I've got all the riches, baby, one man can claim. I guess you'd say" -he slid off the counter and landed silently on the ground- "What can make me feel this way?" He slid around on the kitchen floor, almost like and ice-skater, dancing to the music. "My girl (My girl, my girl). Talkin' 'bout my girl, (MY GIRL!!!)" He flung out all his limbs and grinned. The music began fading, and.
CRACK!
Shuichi dropped his broom and grabbed the back of his head, then looked over his shoulder at a rather irritated Hiro.
Shuichi got all teary eyed and his bottom lip quivered. "What did you hit me for?"
Hiro sighed and turned around, saying, "Lets go."
"What's so wrong about singing about my girl?" Shuichi called after him.
Hiro turned back to look at his friend with one eyebrow raised. "Dude, aren't you gay?"
"BI!" Shuichi shouted. "I AM BI!"