A/N: Okay...My Mp3 Player has major mood swings. I'm still happy with how this turned out though. ^.^ Hopefully, you do too.
Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Miley Cyrus
They had all been tired of the boys getting the credit, of the boys starring in something that they couldn't. They had just wanted a bit of fun, just a bit of time in the spot-light, and Tabby's idea had been the best at the time.
The Bayville Sirens. The time for them to walk in the sun, the time for them to have fun normally reserved for the guys. It was an amazing time and it was theirs.
Of course, they didn't blow off their duties. No, it was something they did at the end of the day, once all of the real work was done. But ,man, it was fun.
I Can't Decide by the Sizor Sisters (Note: The song had absolutely nothing to do with this piece of work. I don't know where it came from!)
Sure, Alex missed the beaches. And sure, he loved the family that had taken him in. But the Mansion had something that the rest of the world didn't.
And no. He wasn't talking about the 'training', really he couldn't care less about that. And he wasn't talking about knowing there were other mutants here, he wasn't stupid, he knew there were others out rhere like him.
So even though none of that mattered to him, and he missed the beaches back home. He'd stick around for a while. For one simple reason...He hadn't seen so many babes in one spot in a long, long time.
Alberqurke by Wierd Al Yankovich
It was large and slimey and nasty and green and she hated it! Tabby couldn't stand it. And yet...The school had decided to serve it as their meal, not a side, as the entire meal for lunch that day.
It burbled, a small piece of it raising off of her plate, as she stabbed it with her fork. Not to eat it, no, that foul thing would be getting no where near her mouth. she just wanted to make sure that it was dead. It wasn't.
It seemed to be crawling, the slimey green thing working its way up the fork. She jerked her hand away, dropping the fork in the process, and watched in horror as her lunch devoured the plasticware.
A foul odor started to come from her tray, the greenery slowly writhing on her plate, and Tabby pushed the tray as far away from her as possible. The cafeteria food was by no means good but she still couldn't believe that they would try to pass that off as lunch.
She tore her eyes away from the tray, where the food was now attempting to climb off of the plate, and instead looked at the tables only other ocupant.
Now, she had nothing against Freddy. In fact she thought he was adorable, especially when he got all quiet when she mentioned them dating, but looking at him now...It was just wrong.
"I can't believe that you can actually eat that stuff Freddy." The disgust in her voice was quite obvious.
Across the table Freddy gave her a slow blink, tilting his head to the side slightly, and sitting down his green covered fork. "You don't like saurkrout, Tabby?"
Airplanes by B.O.B
He liked to pretend that things were different. It was a silly thing to do, because no amount of dreaming would change what had actually happened, but he couldn't help it. There was so much that he had wanted to do, so much that he wanted to be different, but there was nothing he could do.
Airplanes were airplanes, stars were stars, and no amount of wishing was going to change that.
He was a hood. Simple as that. Everyone knew it, his 'friends', his enemies, heck, even he would admit that was the truth. The thing that no one seemed to understand was that he hadn't chosen to be a hood. It was just how he turned out.
So he liked to pretend. Pretend that he had a normal life growing up, that he hadn't moved from place to place, that he had a normal family as a kid, that something about his life had been normal.
But it wasn't and all he can do now is pretend.
Like Toy Soldiers by Eminem
Everyone thought he was so stuck up. They thought that he didn't care about them, that he couldn't have fun. They thought that he was just trying to make them miserable. He wasn't.
Scott was the leader. The others might not get what that meant, not even Jean knew what it really meant, but he did. It meant that no matter what happened, no matter how much he just wanted to break down, he couldn't. He had to stay strong. He had to keep going. He couldn't look back. He just had to stay in charge.
They were soldiers in a war. He would never admit it to anyone, and he seldom even admitted it in his mind, but he knew it was true. There was a war going on out there, a war between humans and mutants, and they were the toy soldeirs.
They could get knocked down, pushed around, torn to pieces, and no one would care. And someone had to be prepared. Scott wanted the others to have a child-hood, a life that he had never had, but if he did...Someone had to be in charge. Someone had to grow up. Someone had to protect them. And it just happened to be his job.
