Wine Red – The Hush Sound
"NO! I WILL NOT STAND HERE WITH THIS APPLE SITTING ON MY HEAD! What if you MISS Arthur!" Francis was shaking as he stood, back to a tree, with a crimson apple on his head. Arthur pointing a bow toward him.
"Oh sod off, will you! I won't shoot you in the throat you big ninny." Arthur sighed as he continued to line up his shot.
Francis just stood there, closing his eyes till his face scrunched up into a wrinkled mess.
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Tonight Tonight – Hot Chelle Ray
They stumbled in a drunken haze, laughter following them wherever they went. Neither of them knew how many drinks they had, how many bars they visited, but the company and the smiles were more than enough. Somewhere, there had been dancing, cussing, an unfortunate visit to a tattoo parlor, and some sex underneath a sign that Alfred insisted said 'HOLLYWOOD', but looked more like a murky 'Holiday Inn' to Matthew and Arthur.
When they all woke up the next day, in bed with a sassy doorman they'd learned later was called 'Francis', they vowed never to do it again. This week.
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A Spoon Full of Sugar – Mary Poppins
"We just need to find the fun! And then…" Here, Arthur snapped his fingers at his young colonies. "…the job becomes a game!" God, he stole that straight from Mary Poppins… he had watched that movie far too many times.
With awe on America's and Canada's faces they set to work on cleaning their bedroom. Singing the song as they did so, with Arthur watching the boys, hands on his hips.
It was either making the two feel as though cleaning was fun by saying something witty, or actually shoving a spoon of sugar down the boys throats and forcing them to clean the room on a sugar high… The fist one seemed a lot more promising.
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Paralyzer – Finger Eleven
I was NOT letting go of this drink. The last time I did so, someone -cough- Alfred -cough- stole it and drank it. Well NOT this time. He was going to enjoy every FUCKING drop.
But DAMN that ass in front of him was promising, and if his stare was anything to go by, man could he be a good time later that night.
Screw the drink.
Putting it down on the counter Arthur moved away from the bar and toward the man on the dance floor, time to tap dat ass… as Alfred would say.
The boy was standing still on the dance floor, so Arthur sidled up to the boy " I want to make you move…"
"Matthew" the young man supplied. "and…" Matthew looked Arthur once over. " I want to make you move too…"
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Cha Ching – Hedley
Oh god, this was it, all these hot girls, guys, whatever, pleasing all of his friends, everyone should be happy. Of course he would keep his boyfriend with him the whole time. Alfred wrapped an arm around Matthew's shoulders. Yeah, being rich had his perks, and you had to bring it every so often with big parties and shit.
He knew Matthew before he became famous and damn RICH, so they knew each other on a whole other level than just fame, but man, this was the life. Hot guy on his arm, grinding people all over the place, it was the fucking American dream, and man, he had that dream since he was a little brat! He knew he would be the hero one day, just like in the movies… and now he WAS the hero in the movies.
But that was beside the point. It was time to take off all his fucking clothes (and Matthews, should start reaching for his belt) and strike a fucking pose for the press, that was crowding round that door riiiiiiiiight over there…