I own nothing…and SPF 1000 is the dumbest name ever, but it's their initials and it popped into my mind and I had to use it
"You should be ashamed," Carole Hudson was pacing in front of the three boys, "Do you have any idea what we had to pay to keep those people quiet? What were you thinking?"
"Mom…" One of the boys said trying to speak up.
"I don't want to hear it Finn," Carole said putting her hand up. "I have already canceled and refunded your last three shows."
"What? Why!" The blond boy said.
"Because Puck threw a guitar that's why!" Carole said throwing her hands in the air, "I don't know what has come over you lately, maybe you got famous too young. It all went to your head."
"Carole that isn't true," the blond said.
"Sam, I know you all love what you do," Carole said finally sitting down, "You all love to sing, always have. I only think that you weren't prepared for what would happen."
"Maybe if the let us write our own songs rather then that bubble gum crap you make us sing, or at least let us pick our own name. We are freaking sunscreen! If I have to sing about how a girl is sweet like candy one more time I am going to kill someone." Puck said and Sam nudged him.
"Well you won't be singing that so called crap for a while," Carole said.
"What do you mean Mom?" Finn asked.
"Well, what do you boys think of Ohio?" Carole said.
S&Q
"This is bullshit," Puck said as they made their way up the steps of the public high school they were now banished to.
"It is only for a couple months," Finn said, "If we stay out of trouble then we can go back to touring."
"Why Lima, Ohio?" Sam asked.
"Just something our parents picked off a map," Finn told him, "It's a really small town, and we won't be followed here. As far as the world is concerned we are taken a break to find ourselves."
"Everyone thinks we are in rehab Finn!" Sam yelled, "Besides won't someone tell on us?"
"Who would believe them?" Puck said. "And they made me shave off my Mohawk!
"Camera phones, the internet, people can find us," Sam said, "And will you just up about your damn hair…girl." Puck glared at Sam.
"Let's just get through the next couple months and then we can leave," Finn said before a fight broke out between the two.
SPF
"He is so cute!" Quinn said flipping through her magazine. She was reading and article on SPF 1000, the world's hottest boy band. Her favorite was Sam Evans. He seemed nicer than the others, sure his lips were huge, but Sam looked like he was sweet.
"Personally I like that Puck dude," Her friend Santana said putting her two cents in; "I guess I have a thing for Mohawks."
"Finn's tall," Brittney said, "Tall is good." Quinn sighed, like she would ever get to meet any of these boys. She was stuck with people like Dave. Great she must be seeing things because someone looking a lot like Sam Evans had just entered the cafeteria. Wait, the two boys he was with looked like Puck and Finn.
"Oh my god," Quinn said nudging, "Look over there and tell me I am not dreaming…" Santana turned and looked over and saw what Quinn saw.
"You aren't dreaming." Santana said in awe. There weren't the only ones who had spotted them because some girl yelled out,
"It's SPF 1000!" The girls began to run at them.
"Run!" Sam yelled and the boys ran out of the cafeteria. Sam ran past Quinn and they made eye contact. Sam stopped and looked at her for a second before Finn grabbed his shirt and began to run again.
"Did you see that girl!" Sam yelled to Finn.
"Which one!" Finn yelled back looking over his shoulder.
"Shut up we need to hide!" Puck shouted.
SPF
"Are they gone?" Puck asked and Finn looked out into the hall.
"Yeah, I think we are safe." Finn said. He looked around and saw they were in the choir room. Finn saw the drum set and sat down and softly began to play. Sam grabbed the guitar, and Puck took the bass. They had learned to play years ago, but their agents and label didn't think it would be a good idea to play them.
"Feel a song coming on?" Finn said and the other boys grinned.
"Billionaire?" Puck asked and they nodded, "Take it Sam." Sam strummed his guitar and began to sing.
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had ...
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smilin' next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
Yeah, a different city every night oh right
I swear The world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire
Finn began to bang the drums while Puck took over the rapping part,
Yeah I would have a show like (Oprah)
I would be the (host of), Everyday (Christmas)
Give me a (wish list)
I'd probably pull an Angelina and (Brad Pitt)
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never (had it)
Give away a few Mercedes like (here lady have this)
And last but not least grant somebody their (last wish)
It's been a couple months since I've (single so)
You can call me Santa Claus (minus the Ho Ho)
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where (Katrina hit)
And damn sure do a lot more than (FEMA did)
Yeah can't forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music
Sam and Finn jumped in on the chorus.
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
Yeah, a different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire
Puck began to rap again. A man passing by the classroom stopped when he heard the music. He recognized the voices from the radio and knew it was those sunscreen boys, but it sounded like they were playing instruments too. Will Schuester stood at the doorway unnoticed.
I'll be playing basketball with the (President)
Dunking on his (delegates)
Then I'll compliment him on his (political etiquette)
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the (heck of it)
But keep the fives, twentys, tens and bens completely (separate)
And yeah I'll be in a whole new (tax bracket)
We in recession but let me take a (crack at it)
I'll probably take whatevers left and just (split it up)
So everybody that I love can have a (couple bucks)
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the (air and sing)
Sam and Finn sang again. Finn beating on the drums like he didn't have a care in the world, and Sam was playing like he was born with a guitar in his hands.
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
All the boys sung again. It felt so go to sing and play just for themselves, just simply because the boys loved to sing.
Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare For when I'm a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I'm a Billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I'm a Billionaire
Sam finished it off
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
"That was really cool," Sam said in that dorky way of his that made girls all across America melt.
"I wish it was like that all the time," Finn said putting the drumsticks.
"Seriously when was the last time we sung for fun?" Puck asked but none of them could think of an answer. The boys had been "discovered" in their 8th grade talent show and it went from there. They had no idea they would become this famous. So for the last three years they were touring the world singing crap songs and having to hide some of their talent.
"I gotta go find that girl," Sam said putting the guitar down. Puck and Finn rolled their eyes. Sam was such a romantic, sweet, mushy guy. It made them want to throw up sometimes. That is probably why the girls loved him, well that and his abs. Their managers would find any excuse to get Sam to take his shirt off. In their music videos Sam always looked like he didn't own a shirt.
"Don't run off quite yet," Mr. Schue said coming into the room.
"Oh, sorry for playing with your stuff," Finn apologized, "We couldn't help ourselves."
"It's more than alright," Mr. Schue said, "You boys are really talented. I never knew you could play instruments?"
"Our label doesn't like us too," Puck said, "Completely bogus if you ask me."
"Yeah we have been playing forever," Sam said, "We love it. We also hate our own songs so we like to sing other peoples if we get a chance. Billionaire is one of our favorites."
"We're trying to work on some of our own stuff," Finn said trying to impress the teacher.
"You know we have a Glee Club here, granted it is only nine members, but you should come," Mr. Schue suggested, "I think you will have a lot of fun." The boys looked at each other.
"Sounds like fun," Finn answered for them.
I probably shouldn't have written this because when school starts I won't have time to update often, but do you like it? Want me to continue when I can?