Researching with Sam wasn't at all as exciting as I thought it was gonna be. It was too… controlled. I was the type of girl that wanted to get a little risky. Safety be damned.
I got out my iPod and clicked on my Foo Fighters Album.
"what have we done with innocence, it disappeared with time, it never made much sense. Adolescent resident, wasting another night on planning my revenge…" Drum solo time! I thought as I drummed my fingers in time to the music… "one last thing before I quit, I never wanted any more than I could fit into my head, I still remember every single word you said, and all the … that somehow came along with it. Still there's one thing that comforts me, since I was always caged and now I'm free!"
"What you listening to?" A voice behind me asked.
Jumping slightly, I turned to see Sam standing in the doorway, "Foo Fighters. Monkey Wrench."
"One of your favourites?"
"One of them. Wheels is better though," I spun through my songs to get to the one I wanted, "Here, come listen."
Sam walked over and sat down beside me, I started to sing.
"I know what you're thinkin', we were goin' down, I could feel us sinkin', But then I came around. And everyone I've loved before, flashed before my eyes, and nothin' mattered anymore. I looked into the sky…"
A hand reached out and touched my shoulder, shooting out of my chair, I took my earphones out.
"What're you doing?" My dad asked me, a small smile playing on the outside of his lips.
"Right now? Dying of a heart attack." I said grabbing at my chest.
"You're not dying, trust me."
"I'm not gonna ask what you mean by that."
A/N: Sorry about not updating in ages… Writers block sucks, comment ideas