Here's another songfic… brought to you by utter boredom… "Fat Lip" by Sum 41
Mind you--it's a little random…
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own the Outsiders, nor in any way do I own the song "Fat Lip"… and now that I think about it, I don't own Sum 41 either…
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Stormin' through the party like my name was El Nino
When I'm hangin' out drinkin' in the back of an El Camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name
I trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Dallas Winston looked on the scene with pride. This... this was action.
This, was what it was all about.
Now, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high School
Never goin' never showin' up when we had to
Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave
I'm sick of always hearin' act your age
Two-Bit Mathews stood at his side, the same lopsided smirk never ceased to disappear from the child-at-heart's face. His eyes caught a bright blonde clumsily making her way through the crowd, and shooting Dally a sly wink and followed after her. In not even a moments time, he had his arm draped around her shoulder and was leading her in the opposite direction: the stairs.
I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down
The booze smelt strong, and a cocky smile spread the tow-headed youth's face.
Be-'cause you don't
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall
But what would you expect with a conscience so small?
Heavy metal and mullets it's how we were raised
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Here: There were no clashes between people.
Here: We saw one another as equal... the way things should be in this town... in this world.
Here: We knew the other to be a fellow Greaser. A fellow man.
Dally laughed to himself, "An' Buck's parties were tuff."
'Cause we like havin' fun at other people's expense and
Cuttin' people down is just a minor offense then
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn
I'm sick of bein' told to wait my turn
Dally made his way towards the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge he ventured around. Making his way through a packed crowd, he brushed shoulders with someone--'brushed' being an extreme understatement.
Don't count on me, to let you know when
Don't count on me, I'll do it again
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missin'
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listenin'
"You gotta problem, Winston?"
"Glory, Shepard. With you? always."
Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothin'
You be standin' on the corner talkin' all that kufuffin
But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffin'
'Cause if the egg don't stain you'll be ringin' off the hook
You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book
I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion….
The two stared at one another calmly, and circled each other, like two wolves. Too stubborn to back down, and too ready for the fight--the adrenaline already coursing throughout their minds….
I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down
"Back down, Shepard."
"Dally, y'know me better than that." and with out another word, Tim threw Dally a punch right to the jaw.
Dally stayed where he was for a moment, shaking his head slightly to clear his head. Tim threw another punch, which he side side stepped and sent a punch to Tim's ribs. Not too hard where they'd break, but strong enough where he knew his buddy would feel it for a week.
Out of the crowd, Buck Merril dashed threw, his mind set on breaking up the fight and continue getting crocked with the party moving around him. He was about to throw himself in-between the two, when Two-Bit appeared and held him fast.
"Let is go, Buck" he laughed, "It's only a skin. Let Tim pay Dally back for the slashed tires he got last week."
Buck sighed and nodded his head, "Yeah... Ol' Dally deserves everything he gets."
A cheesy grin appeared in Two-Bit's face, "You dig okay, Merril."
Waste my time with them
Casualty of society
Waste my time again
Victim of your conformity
And back down
As the brawl came to an end, the two fighters regained their ice cold composure, and the desire to fight faded away...
Breathing heavily, Dally slapped his friend on the back, "Get over it, Tim."
You had to admire it, he'd never have to grow up…. For the rest of his life--
Dallas Winston, would stay gold.
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Ok, so I know it could use a lot of work, but I just wanted to get this up and posted, before I ended up losing interest or something… lol.
Please review, tell me what you think. Anything to change? Add? Subtract? Flames are accepted…
Well, with that said, till next time…
BlackLightningDX