Disclaimer: I don't own the Ed's or The Sex Pistols and their song Pretty Vacant. The rest (ie Martin) is mine though.
Chapter 7
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Double-D walked up to the apartment building. It was a bright but chilly day and the bus journey had been less than pleasant.
I just remembered I don't decide
The brainy young man briskly climbed the stairs up to Ed's apartment.
I got no reason it's all too much
Ed and Martin's apartment was just down the corridor.
You'll always find us
There was a look of dismay on Double-D's face as he read the sign taped to the door;
Out to lunch!
We're so pretty oh so pretty
Ed and Martin were flying around with a few punk and goth mates from art class in the latter' car.
We're vacant
Martin was driving while Ed and the other 'anarchists' were leaning out the window. One was stood on the backseat, head out of the sunroof.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
A-vacant
The Sex Pistols blasted from the car as it soared about town, the riders shouting and laughing as they went.
Don't ask us to attend cos we're not all there
A furious Double-D left the apartment building where he was supposed to have met his friend.
I don't pretend cos I don't care
'Oh, to heck with Ed,' Double-D fumed, 'I'll go see Eddy.'
I don't believe illusions cos too much is real.
Martin's dirty old Volvo shot past a crowd of the in-crowd.
So stop your cheap comment
As it did so, Ed and his rabble-rousers threw several water balloons at the unsuspecting mob.
Cos we know what we feel
'Down with the establishment!' Ed hollered at the drenched 'trendies.' The group in the car all laughed as it screeched around a corner.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
Ahead was another pack of students. They weren't necessarily hugely popular, but they were conformists in Ed and co's collective mind.
We're vacant
The wannabe activists lent out of the windows, clenching more water bombs. The guy stood through the sunroof had a catapult and a bag of flour.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
Several of the targets noticed the advancing automobile and leapt for cover. One even held a smaller friend in the way.
A-vacant
The water bombs struck their targets first, soaking the hapless students still in the open.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
Then the bag of flour hit. White particles stuck to those unfortunate enough to be in it's blast radius.
Ah but now
Several of the students who hadn't been hit so bad or had escaped the attack all together gave chase on foot, shouting and swearing.
And we don't care
Ed and the gang returned the insults with one finger and (the much more British) two finger salutes.
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Double-D and Eddy walked side by side along the pavements of Apricot Falls.
I just remembered I don't decide
Edd was ranting about how Ed had let him down and was bringing up all the things he'd done for the yob.
I got no reason it's all too much
'Ed you idiot,' Eddy thought, 'how could you forget? He'll be like this for hours, even days!'
You'll always find me
Up ahead the pair could hear a mixture of cheering and angry threats, which made them look up.
Out to lunch
(We're out at lunch)
A speeding car was the source of the commotion. It's occupants were launching things out of the windows and sunroof.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
The people cheering the car on we're a group of punks, dressed in ripped denim clothes (complete with safety pins and chains). Double-D squinted to see who was in the car.
We're vacant
'Dear lord! On of those hell raising scallywags is Ed!' Double-D exclaimed.
'No way Double-D!' Eddy ran to the side of the road and looked hard at the people hanging out of the car.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
As the car came closer, Eddy saw that Double-D was telling the truth; Ed had his torso stuck right out the window.
A-vacant
Ed noticed his two friends.
We're so pretty oh so pretty
'Smash the system!' he shouted as the car flew past.
Ah but now
Ed watched his friends disappear into the distance before looking back round to find more targets. Suddenly, a character walking out of a public toilet.
But we don't care
It was… Melvin, Eddy roommate. The kid awkwardly stepped out into the street.
We're pretty, a-pretty vacant
He was followed by a sinister looking bloke in a long coat. The second person headed in the opposite direction Melvin was headed.
We're pretty, a-pretty vacant
Ed watched suspiciously. He may not be the brightest person, but he knew something fishy was going on there. He'd have to tell Eddy about it.
We're pretty, a-pretty vacant
'Targets at one o'clock!' Martin hollered. Instantly Ed forgot what he was think and turned back to the action.
Now and we don't care.
A/N: Wow! My first song-fic! I was listening to The Sex Pistols and got inspired, what more can I say? Please review this (good or bad) while I get on with the next chapter (which will take a while as I'm going on holiday).