Swing Swing- All American Rejects. I own nothing.

Swing Swing

From the tables

My heart is crushed

By a former love.

Question is which one crushed it first?

So much for enjoying life. I pour what's left of the hot chocolate into the waves. The harsh smell of the frigid water is somehow refreshing. Its deathly quiet at the pier during the winter all the shops close up and the tourist go home. Only strange lonely locals like me hanging around. I like that. Except the cold starts to get on your nerves after awhile. Ever noticed how it gets colder near the coast? Something to due with currents, if only I hadn't slept through half of science last year. I lean on the railing and count the waves as they break. To bad the water's always freezing I've always wanted to learn to surf. 1,2…45…53, 54 ,55,66…. "Days swiftly come and go. I'm dreaming of him." "He's seeing other girls. Emotions they stir." "The sun is gone." Just like today I think in my head as I sing. The sky's as gray as me. "The nights are long and I am left as the tears fall. Did you think I would cry on the phone? Do you know what if feels like being alone? I'll find someone new." Pshhhhh, sure I will and a meteor will also strike me tomorrow.

"Swing Swing, hey I think I know that one," says a voice behind me pulling a guitar out a case. It's a guy with shaggy coffee colored hair, his huge eyes are the same color, de-cafe skin. He plops down on the railing and starts strumming. "Go ahead sing, you sound nice."

"Okay," a little confused I answer. "Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love. Can you help me to find a way to carry on again."? I take a look over at him. Who is he? Part of me, okay the majority of me really doesn't care.

Oh God I love this song. The beat lifts my spirits. "Dreams cast into the cast I'm moving on." Hey maybe I can… Maybe I will. "Sweet beginnings do arise. He knows I was wrong. The notes are old they bend they fold." Well mine don't anymore. I burned them. " Did you think I would cry on the phone."? Still can't believe Teo broke up with me over the phone. I face show-up-out-nowhere-man. "Do you know what it feels like being alone?" I sing it as though it where a question to him. Hope I did it right. Maybe I should have paid attention in drama class. Maybe sleeping the semester away wasn't the greatest idea after all. Of course if anybody told me I'd be in this position I would have called them an idiot and laughed. "I'll find someone knew."

Deep breath for the next chorus here it comes- " Swing Swing from the tangles of, my heart is crushed by a former love. Can you help me carry on again?" Pause for the guitar solo.

"Bury me!"

"You thought you problems were gone!" He sings the accompaniment.

"Carry me!"

"Away, away, away!"

"Swing Swing form the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love.
Can you help me find away to carry on again?" Now for the repeat. " Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love. Can you help me find a way to carry on again? Swing Swing form the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love. Can you help me find a way to carry on again?" And it trails off from there.

"The name's Jet," show-up-out-of-nowhere man says offering his hand.

"Toph."

"That is a great voice you got there. In a group?" He says frankly.

"What? No."

"Want to join my band?" He asks.

"Umm….I'll think about it."

"Here," he says handing my a flyer, "we're performing tomorrow night. Come and check us out. If you like what you hear you can join. We really need a female voice in the band would really add to the sound."

"Kay," I answer checking the time. They go on a little past my curfew for Saturday night's looks like I'll be sneaking out. Like I've never done that before. "I'll be there."

"So besides sing, what else do you like to do…..?"

"…..No Katara is the overly motherly one, Sokka's sister. Suki is his girlfriend."

"And who was the one whose mom died."

"Sokka and Katara." I answer. And that is pretty much what the last three hours sounded like. Question, answer, tell, or lie. I've lied in a couple spots. Its not like he hasn't. Turns out he goes to a "special" performing arts high school in Chatham. He's a bit of a cliché' a tall dark handsome guitarist. I wonder if he's gay. Or just faking it.

"Can you play an instrument," he asks.

" Piano, I was forced to take lessons."

"Any good?"

"Yes."

"As good as you're singing?" He says with a smirk.

This guy is definitely a charmer. "Uh…I'm won some awards." If only I didn't hate the piano. Or want to bang my teacher over the head with it.

"Also good, no one in the Freedom Fighters can play the piano. Well anyway, Longshot tired to learn. He kind of failed. Something about communication problems between him and his instructor."

"Let me guess, the guy couldn't teach to save his life." I say snorting.

"Yeah, didn't have much patience either."

"So what about you?" I pry, "Gotta do something else besides play the guitar. And about the other people in this fancy band of yours."

"Not really, the Freedom Fighters are my friends. Longshot plays the bass, Pipsqueak is the one drums, his adopted brother Duke helps carry equipment and I play guitar."

"Uh-huh, so why don't you just sing yourself? You sounded fine to me a minute ago."

"Singing an accompany is one thing but I can't stand up to the lyrics Longshot wrote."

"Oh."

"As you can see we really need you." He smiles when he says that. And surprisingly I smile back.

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