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Galileo's POV
I stared at my jean covered knees, thinking about all the things the Bohemians had said. So many thoughts were rushing through my head, and not the usual hard to understand ones. There were other rebels, just like me and Scaramouche, that knew so much more then us. Big Macca was still talking but I was barely listening.
"As I was saying. This place is a rebel base, but it is also a shrine. A shrine to all we believe in and a place to remember the long dead king." these people had a ruler? I looked up at him expectantly.
"What king?" I asked, only to be stared at by at least fifty pairs of eyes.
"Little is known about him. Except that his name…was Pelvis." I coughed, covering my snickers. "A poor boy from nowhere who sang like an angel and danced like a devil." kind of like me and Scaramouche. She did sing like an angel, my dancing sucked and we were both form nowhere. "He was a teenage truck driver who broke free to become a mighty rebel. A rebel that spawned a thousand rebels." this Pelvis guy sounded amazing.
"But he was too wild!" someone said excitedly in my ear. I flinched away. "Too free. And when he wriggled his hips, he made the kids feel good about themselves." this was incredible. This one person did this through music? They carried on explaining this wonderful man to me, how he fell from his throne and had to join something called the army. Finally Bib Macca spoke about other lost kings.
"Many other kings and heroes died soon after. Their songs were lost, but their names live on. We remember the ones that died young." he said sadly. I looked around as the other Bohemians started listing names.
"Buddy Holly, Jimi Hendrix."
"Kurt Cobain."
"Janice Joplin."
"Jim Morrison."
"Bob Marley."
"John Lennon." then Meat stepped forwards, looking the saddest of them all.
"Freddie…" I could feel sounds swimming around in my head. It's like they could hear them to, because Meat started to sing again.
Meat:
A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in Heaven
Do you want us to cry
And everywhere the broken-hearted
On every lonely avenue
No one could reach them
No one but you
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying to close to the sun
Life goes on
Without you
Die young? A few days ago that would have sounded great. But now, with Scaramouche, I didn't want to die. I wanted to have a future, with her.
Another tricky situation
I get to drowning in the blues
And I find myself thinking
What would you do?
Meat went and stood beside Briteny, who wrapped his arms around her gently. These people expected me to live up to the legends of rock? I didn't want to let any of them down, but how am I going to do this.
Yes, it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation (sensation!)
You found a way through (found a way through)
All:
And one by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
Meat:
We'll remember, forever
And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned?
And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never saying goodbye
All:
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
Meat:
Crying for nothing
Crying for no one
No one but you.
Meat looked like she was going to start crying. Big Macca rolled his eyes at her.
"Well lets not get heavy about it eh? It's not what the rock gods would have wanted." he said optimistically.
"H-H-H-How do you know?" I asked.
"Easy." Big Macca answered. I shrugged. I couldn't ever hope to know anyway. It looked like Big Macca was about to continue, but a shape scampered out of a door leading to the back of the hotel. Slowly, Scaramouche re-entered through the door, looking unsure of what we would think.
"Ta Dah! Right don't laugh." she warned as I turned to look at her. My jaw dropped and I felt my heart rate spped up to dangerous levels. All the Bohemians cheered and even a few whistled at her new found look. She had gone with a red and black corset with a red leather skirt and some red boots with some lace type stuff to her arm. Her hair was styled a little more and some of her make-up was touched up. Meat stepped up to her smiling.
"You look great, Hen!" she complimented. Scaramouche frowned.
"No I don't." she snapped back. Why wouldn't she like the way she looked. She looked amazing, rebellious. She looked beautiful.
"You do, totally rock and roll" the Bohemians cheered again but she still looked doubtful. I stepped up onto the platform she was on, standing before her. Her brown eyes looked hopeful, which was strange because Scaramouche wasn't the kind of girl who cared about what people thought of her. Why would she care what I thought?
One of her hands was patting at a stray lock of red hair, trying to get it to stay in place. When the stubborn lock refused to stay in place, I gently pushed her hand away, tucking the hair behind her ear before letting my hand rest on her cheek gently-my thumb stroking her creamy skin softly. She shivered under my touch slightly, but kept smiling at me.
"I think you're beautiful, in every single way." I whisper-sung to her gently, feeling myself blush slightly as a phrase took over my thoughts. Scaramouche's face broke out into a massive blush, her eyes flittering down every now and then. I heard a few snickers from around us and quickly backed away. "I-I-I mean you look totally rock and roll." I rephrased, but stopped when I remembered that I didn't know what rock and roll was. "Uh, what is rock and roll?" Scaramouche's face dropped, her regular scowl coming back. Great, now it just sounds like I don't know how to complement her. Why am I such an idiot?
This seemed to have triggered something in Big Macca and he thankfully took the focus off me.
"What is Rock and Roll? What is Rock and Roll!" Britney stepped up before Paul had a fit.
"Gazza Baby, Rock 'n' Roll is anything you want it to be." whatever I wanted it to be...It could be freedom. It could be creative. It could be love.
"It's sex." That sounded good too.
"It's style." Scaramouche had that.
"It's rebellion." I'm pretty sure that all of planet mall knew that we had that covered.
"It's freedom" this was all great, but it wasn't an actual answer.
"Yes, but what actually is it?" this seemed to shock Big Macca a bit. He probably thought that would be all I needed to know but he still had more to say.
"We don't know. All we know is that somehow there came a day when rock and roll died. But we have always believed in time there would arise a man who carried the past within him." he explained as he lead me away from the others, away from Scaramouche. I glanced over my shoulder to see her and Meat talking in hushed voices, laughing occasionally.
"A man who could remember." Charlotte added. I don't remember things, I hear them.
"Yes thank you, Charlotte Frigging Church. The Fab One is talking." Paul snapped. "Somewhere on Planet Mall there are instruments. There must be. If Britney is right, you are the man who will find them." That got my attention.
"Me? I-I-I don't even know what they look like!" I really thought my stutter would get better. Brit stepped up.
"I do, look I've been working on this for months." he said proudly, dragging something that looked like a block with a pole stuck through it. Strings were attached to the block and were stretched tightly until they reached the top of the pole. It looked...interesting. He slammed it down near where Scaramouche was sitting and she leapt up in shock before settling back down again. "Can't play it though. Fortunately Lulu can" Brit muttered as Lulu stepped up to the...thing. Lulu pulled one of the strings which made a very loud, low noise. It sounded heavy, yet soothing at the same time. The best word to describe it was smooth.
"Mmmm mm. Sweet sweet noise" Britney closed his eyes and Lulu started plucking the strings again but this time faster and it sounded even better. The Bohemians started stamping and hitting anything they could get a hold of to make noise and it actually started sounding good, they carried on while Brit talked. "And once you get that...vibe all you need is your baby. Because you see, Galileo, these days what passes for music is created only for money, which is why it has no soul." a lot of what he was saying made sense and I found myself nodding along with him. "But when Rock 'n' Roll began you know why they did it?"
I shook my head.
"Why?" I asked. Whenever I made music it was because I had no choice. It just happened. Not that I was complaining, I love it when I get to sing and doing it with Scaramouche just makes it all the better.
"They did it for their babies of course. They did it for a crazy little thing called love." Love? Is that why singing with Scaramouche is better then doing it solo? Of course! It all made sense now. The romantic words that popped into my head whenever she was around. The need to protect her from any danger. Why singing has given me more love for life then I have ever felt...It was all because of her. I was in love with Scaramouche.
The Bohemians started playing their instruments again, striking up a real lively tune with their home made instruments.
Brit:
This thing called love, I just can't handle it
I was amazed by how easily these people expressed their feelings for each other. Brit and Meat sang and danced together in complete harmony, the way love was truly expressed.
Meat:
This thing called love I must get round to it
Brit:
I ain't ready
Both:
Crazy little thing called love
I shifted uneasily where I stood while all the other Bohemians started to dance. I gulped as I looked down at Scaramouche. I wanted to dance with her but, as she already knew, I wasn't the best at it. She stood up, looking at all the other dancers with longing. I looked too and saw that the moves they were doing seemed rather...intimate. There was a lot of bumping and grinding, but not in the weird way-like at a Gaga girls and Boyzone boys party. Scaramouche looked up at me hopefully but I just looked away, pretending to look at something.
Meat:
This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
Scaramouche sighed, knowing that I was nervous. She gave me an understanding smile and started to do her own shifting motions, looking a little disheartened at being on her own.
Brit:
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
Both:
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love
I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed Scaramouche by her hands, spun her around so that her back was facing me and pulled her against me so that her back was against my chest. She looked shocked, craning her neck up to look me in the eyes. I smiled, hoping I looked charming as I started to sway my hips, guiding her with my movements. She grinned as she got the feel of the music, turning around to dance better. She started to do bends and poses, pushing herself closer to me. If this was love then I could definitely get used to this.
Brit:
There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
She leaves me in a cool cool sweat
Oh yeah
Scaramouche suddenly spun away from me, spinning a few feat away until she faced me. We froze for a second, before Scaramouche started doing these funny moves. I grinned as I mirrored her and soon we were dancing all over again.
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my tracks
Take a back seat, hitchhike
Take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
Brit and Meat stopped singing and started doing their own moves. I stopped, shying back slightly into the back room of the hotel to watch. They were grinning madly, loving each others enthusiasm. I grinned at them before my eyes drifted over to Scaramouche, who was currently jumping around on the platform. She looked so happy, so free among these people. Everything she did made me fall more and more in love with her. I was snapped out of my musings by Brit grabbing me and dragging me onto the centre of the platform. Meat stood below me, smiling up at me as she played with my jacket. Everyone stopped dancing, turning to face me and I realised they wanted me to sing.
Galileo:
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my tracks
Scaramouche:
Take a back seat
Never had I been more happy to hear her sing, glad that she could take of some of the pressure.
Galileo:
Hitchhike
Scaramouche:
And take a long ride on my motorbike
All:
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
With one look, we leaped off the platform and danced through the gap the Bohemians made for us, me and Scaramouche facing each other. I'm sure I was grinning like a madman while Scaramouche was laughing happily. When we reached the end of it we started to dance on the spot again, me taking up my original spot behind Scaramouche as she seemed to be using me as a leaning bar.
All:
This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Oh yeah!
We all stopped, panting for breath. Scaramouche was leaning against me completely, her head against my shoulder while she was staring right at me. I had never wanted to kiss her more then I did now, even in this tired, buzzed state. I settled for a big grin, confident that she liked those. Scaramouche gave me a strange look before she suddenly started leaning upwards, placing her lips on my cheek. I stiffened, not being able to fight the blush that took over my face.
Scaramouche gave me a soft smile, a light blush on her own cheeks. Feeling my heart fill with love for the girl in my arms, I began to lean down for a real kiss. A deafening bang and an alarm broke us apart. Everyone in the Heartbreak screamed, searching for the intruder.
"Oh yeah indeed!" cried a familiar pompous voice. I froze, gripping onto Scaramouche tightly as guards surrounded us. They pulled us apart, which only caused Scaramouche and I to struggle against them.
"Quit your struggling bitch!" the guard holding Scaramouche shouted before slapping her harshly across the cheek. She cried out in pain, shielding her face from me behind her hair. I pulled harder against my captor.
"Don't you dare hit her!" I yelled at them but they only smirked at me before returning their attention to Khashoggi.
"Finally I am checking in to the Heartbreak Hotel." he said smugly. I growled under my breath as the other Bohemians were captured by the guards. "And so Mr. McCartney I say hello and you say goodbye." he laughed. "Take the black haired one back to Killer Queen! The others aren't worth keeping alive. Dispose of them, starting with the wild haired girl." The guards started to drag me away.
"Galileo!" Scaramouche cried desperately, pulling against her captor. I pulled as well, as hard as I could until we were a few feat from each other. Just as I was getting pulled away from her, a voice rang out above our yelling.
"No! You'll never take the dreamer while I'm alive!" Brit declared before twisting around in his captors hold and punching him in the stomach. The guard doubled over in pain and Brit dashed from him, charging at the guard holding me. He tackled him, sending all three of us to the ground. I was up in a second, throwing myself at the guard holding Scaramouche. With a punch to his eye he was sent sprawling to the floor. I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me, running for the exit. Brit stayed behind, making sure Meat was safely away from harm.
I ushered Scaramouche through the tunnel but I stopped at the entrance, looking back.
"Brit come on! We gotta go!" I shouted at him. He looked over at me, missing the guard that was behind him. With a flash Brit was struck with a hail of electricity, sending him crashing to the floor in a dead heap. I was frozen in place. Was Brit...? I started to move towards him.
"Gaz we have to go! NOW!" I heard Scaramouche yell as she dragged me away. I followed, to shocked to do anything else. As soon as we emerged from the tunnel we dashed off, back the way Brit and Meat had led us. We kept running, hand in hand as we tried to escape the horror of what had just happened. By the time we stopped running my lungs felt like they were going to explode. I think the shortage of air to my brain was the reason why I couldn't recall how long we had been running for.
When my eyesight cleared I saw that we were back by the old abandoned van where we had first become friends.
"How did Khashoggi find the Heartbreak Hotel?" I gasped, kneeling on the floor by the van.
"He must have some way of tracking us." Scaramouche answered, standing beside me. Something clicked in my memory and I quickly stood up to face her.
"The hospital. When they operated on our heads." I gasped, bending my head down to let her look. When she didn't find anything I straightened up and spun her around, pulling her hair back to look. "Hol on, I think I found something." I said as my fingers brushed something small and green.
"Well cut it out!" she yelled. I stopped, letting her go.
"What?"
"Gazza, if there are bugs in our heads then the cops will run us down in hours. Cut it out!" I gingerly took the piece of glass she handed me and cut into her head, careful not to hurt her that much. Scaramouche tried to hide how much she felt but she let out a painful gasp followed by a scream.
When it was out she turned to see what I had in my hand. It was some sort of micro chip that kept on beeping. So it was my fault that Brit died, it's my fault all the others have been captured. I should have checked to see if anything was there when I took off the bandage. Scaramouche must have been thinking the same thing as me, having the same, beating herself up look that I had on my face
"He had us from the start. He's heard everything" I cried. Scaramouche spoke, this time into the micro transceivers
"Hello pervert! Short sentence… the second word is 'off'!" I turned to her with an amused look on my face but then got confused.
"What's the first word?" Scaramouche rolled her eyes at me.
"Oh you idiot. Come here." she grumbled. I nodded, getting down on all fours so she could reach. I grunted as she ripped the micro chip from my scalp. She gently stroked the area, soothing the pain slightly.
"Ok, now crush them." I said, coughing harshly.
"What? A couple of state if the art micro transceivers? No way, I'll just activate the maximum negativity spectrum" the look of pain on my face changed to confusion.
"What?" I croaked out.
"Turn them off". Scaramouche said simply before she walked over to the front of the van to put the micro transceivers on the front seat while I sat on the mattress in the back
"We're all that's left now, Scaramouche, do you realise that? The Bohemians are finished. The Heartbreak Hotel destroyed. Only we escaped" Scaramouche joined me, sitting next to me on the mattress while I shrugged off my leather jacket.
"Britney Spears died to save us. To save you." Scaramouche said gravely, giving me a sad look. I felt my stomach twist with guilt.
"It was all my fault. If I was never born then he would still be alive." I mumbled sadly, looking away from her. I felt a soft hand on my chin and was turned to face Scaramouche's beautiful, kind eyes.
"Brits death was not your fault Gaz. Don't ever let yourself think that." she said sternly. I stared in her eyes, feeling a load of emotions come building to the surface. Against my will, tears bubbled over the surface and slid down my face. Scaramouche looked surprised, but wiped them away gently. "Shh, it's ok Galileo. It's ok." she said soothingly. I quickly pulled myself together after a few minutes, glad she didn't make that big a fus over me crying.
"Brit must not die in vain!" I said determinedly "It's up to us now. We're part of the Underworld, Scaramouche. You and me, cast adrift. There's no going back, not now, not ever." Scaramouche nodded, looking a little sad.
"We never belonged anyway. Did you notice, you lost your stutter?" she said with a smile.
"I feel different." I said, grinning back. I did. Ever since I took the chance to dance with Scaramouche I have felt more confident.
"We're both different… for the first time in my life I don't hate myself." Why would she hate herself? She's so perfect.
"And I don't want to die… I've finally found something to live for." at this Scaramouche rolled her eyes. I wish she knew what my reason to live for was.
"The Dream?" she asked. Screw it! I love her and she should know! "No…you." I said honestly. "But we will be caught in the end. You know that don't you?" I said lowering my head.
"Yeah. I know, and probably killed" Scaramouche lowered her head as well, letting out a sigh. I would go through a million years of agony before I let someone hurt Scaramouche. I looked over at her, feeling my heart speed up at her beautiful face.
"I… I love you Scaramouche." I blurted. I could see her visibly stiffen and knew I had made a mistake. Just as I was getting ready to leave the van, Scaramouche turned to face me.
"I love you too...Gaz." she said softly. I felt a little down hearted.
"Do you think that just once you could use my full name?" I asked.
"I love you too...Gazza Fizza." I smiled at her, loving her even more. She smiled at me softly, lifting her hand to touch my cheek swiftly.
"Well then if I have your love, dying doesn't matter very much at all, does it?" I said honestly. We both sat there awkwardly. I could feel more words filling my mind, all about how I could tell Scaramouche how I love her. Before I could say anything, Scaramouche started to sing.
Scaramouche:
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us
She looked so sad, yet satisfied. Like she knew what the world was about and was ok with it. I was, because I had her with me and that was all I needed.
Who wants to live forever
Both:
Who wants to live forever
Who
I joined in, feeling her pain. We needed each other more then we needed air.
Galileo:
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Who wants to live forever
Both:
Who wants to live forever
Who
Who dares to love forever
Galileo:
Oh, when love must die!
I only realised, as we sat in silence, that I was clutching Scaramouche's hand tightly in mine. When I tried to reach for it with my other one she pulled away and stood up, walking a few steps away from the van. I got up and followed, watching her as she attempted to fix her hair. When was she going to realise that I loved her and she didn't need to keep fixing herself. She was perfect.
She turned back to face me, walking forwards until we were barely inches apart. Carefully, as if I'd burn her, she reached her hand up and placed it on my cheek, tracing the counters of my jaw. I placed my hand on hers, feeling my skin tingle under her touch.
Scaramouche:
But touch my tears with your lips
Galileo:
Touch my world with your fingertips
Her hands ran over my bare arms and cloth covered chest while mine ran up and down her sides, pulling her closer to me.
Both:
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Galileo:
Forever is ours today
Both:
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Scaramouche:
Forever is ours
Galileo:
Who waits forever, anyway?
I touched my forehead to hers before gently guiding Scaramouch back to the van, sitting her down on the mattress. She still looked a little nervous as her hand travelled up from my chest onto my shoulder, pulling me closer. My hand went to her face, pulling it to mine. I stopped just an inch from her lips, searching for any sign to stop. When her eyes fluttered closed, I closed the space between us and pressed my lips to hers.
I was slow at first, not wanting to rush her. Apparently my body had other plans as I pushed forwards, gently guiding her back to the floor of the van. I kissed harder taking the invitation to start using my tongue. A moan escaped her, when she returned my kiss with even more passion. Her moves surprised me, but I didn't complain. The blood was rushing through my body, making me feel hot and dying for her to touch me.
Shyly I let my hand slip down her back and under the hem of her shirt. At the contact of skin to skin she inhaled sharply, breaking away all of a sudden.
"D-d-did I do something wrong?" I asked in a small voice. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Her eyes flew open and they were hazy, filled with desire.
"No, I've just never had someone touch me like that." she explained. I was her first? I felt my heart swell and I paused, just taking in the moment. "Don't you dare to stop now, Galileo Figero!" she added threateningly and I had to smile.
"I won't!" I whispered, bending my head to nuzzle on the exposed skin of her neck, biting at it slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to mark her as mine
A moan escaped her throat and she clung to me. Her breath was going ragged now as she inhaled deeply. Her fingers were running through my hair, over my chest and finally tugged at my tight shirt.
"Gaz…" she moaned as I was making my way down her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses down her stomach. I stopped to sit between her legs. Carefully I removed her boots, then quickly slipped out of my own shoes. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled.
"Are you sure you want to do – ah - this?" I asked looking at her with my blue eyes. She spread her legs a bit further and bit her lip.
"Absolutely." her eyes glittered adventurously. I gulped. When I still didn't move, she continued: "Stop thinking so much." She got to her knees to kiss me feverously and I knew she could feel me moan into her mouth.
"I know you want it as bad as I do…" she whispered when she backed away.
"But…" I tried to protest. She stopped me with a move of her hand.
"Don't think, Gaz, just do!" the words were spoken with desperation and she tugged at my shirt again. "I want you!" she added with a longing look.
I decided to forget all the doubts I just had. Putting up my hands, I let her pull my shirt off. She stroked my bare chest admiringly. I had caught hold of her hip and when she was scraping softly on my skin, I tightened my grip. "Scara…" I panted. She smiled and followed their path with her tongue.
A soft moan escaped my lips. My fingers found the bands which held her corset together. I undid them with trembling hands. Her top slipped down revealing her breasts. I put two fingers under her chin and directed her head to my level.
I kissed her with all my passion, causing her to moan again. I pushed her down into the cushions, getting atop of her. She wrapped her legs around me to bring me even closer. While her fingers were playing with my hair, my hands wandered down to rest on her breasts. I cupped them gently, rolling the flesh between my fingers. She buckled her hips and met my arousal. Blushing, I broke the kiss to continue my administrations with my tongue.
She was wriggling beneath me, biting her lip to hold the moans back.
"Stop it!" she suddenly called and I felt a little insecure. "I won't last much longer…" she added quickly not to frighten me. She shot me an apologetic glance. I laughed softly and I bet she could feel the sound vibrating in her own chest. I moved my hands further down and opened the zipper of her skirt agonizing slowly. When she was lying in front of him completely naked, I took in the sight.
"You are so beautiful…" I whispered admiringly.
"I'm not…" she returned blushing.
"Yes, you are…" I silenced her with a kiss. Now it was her turn. Button for button she opened my trousers, grazing my arousal from time to time. It took all my self control to keep from crying out. When all disturbing layers of cloth were removed, we looked at each other once again.
"I love you." I simply said, then lowered my head to catch her in a breathtaking kiss. She didn't have the time to reply. In a swift motion I had pushed himself into her. She let out a cry of surprise and pain. "I-I didn't want to hurt you!" I blurted out looking desperate. She just smiled reassuringly.
"It's ok. I love you Galileo Figero." she said before she began to roll her hips. That one phrase was enough to push me on, taking her to realms of pleasure that we would experience again and again.
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