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Rules:
1. Pick a character, fandom, or pairing you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays.
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Hey Stephen- Taylor Swift
"Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window, I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold."
Duncan smiled with glee as he woke up mid-morning on a Saturday. His smile grew even wider when he noticed a thick, fresh blanket of snow covering the grass of his front yard.
"At least none of those crazy chicks are going to be throwing pebbles at my window today." He snorted, throwing on a wrinkly black T-Shirt. Ever since details of the Sadie Hawkins' dance were released at school last week, girls had been doing anything and everything to get him to go with their desperate selves. (Okay, it wasn't like they were desperate, but Duncan's exceptionally good-looking and single! Of course he was getting asked a lot. He had just settled back in bed when a noise hit his ears. It sounded almost as if it were hailing out. But then again, Duncan knew that sound anywhere. More admirers. "Go away, Courtney!" He shouted to who he thought had been out there. Courtney was Duncan's ex-girlfriend and the most frequent rock-tosser at the bunch. "It's too cold out there for your psychosis!" Satisfied when no more pebbles were fired, he leaned back into his pillows, breathing in the sweet smell of his own cologne when...
"I'm not Courtney, you know." Although the voice was gravelly and calm, he jumped in shock and maybe a little bit of fear. Outside his (now opened window) was a girl with short teal and black hair and sparkly charcoal eyes. She was hot, he noted.
"How'd you get up here, Crazy?" He asked as he backed himself towards the door, discreetly reaching around his pocket for his knife.
"I climbed the tree?" She phrased as a question.
"No way." He denied. "I've been trying to climb that tree since I was six and barely got up three branches!" The girl laughed, swinging her boot-clad leg off the branch she was on.
"Well then you obviously don't know how to climb a tree." She smirked at him with a smirk that could've rivaled his very own. It was creepy. (And maybe kind of awesome.)
"W-what do you want anyways?" He asked. Suddenly her smirk fell, and she stared at her thumbs as they twiddled nervously in her lap. Now, she wasn't that hot chick with the awesome smirk, she was this beautiful shy girl. (Duncan already liked both sides.)
"It's stupid, but, uh, would you want to go to the dance with me on Friday?" She asked quickly, Duncan figured it was before she lost her nerve.
"Why would you decide to ask me today when there's like three feet of snow out there?" He questioned frantically.
"I guess I just wanted to sand out, I guess." After a long, stale silence, her watched her blush a violent scarlet and begin to descend the tree branches. Duncan instinctively rushed over to the window and clasped her tiny wrist.
"Wait." He said finally. She looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.
"I'd go with you anywhere."
She smiled, and Duncan wondered how he was still alive, what with his heart stopping dead like that.
2. Welcome To The Black Parade- My Chemical Romance
"Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me..."
Duncan pressed the little half of a skull amulet into his palm and thought about how there was a person out there somewhere with one just like it, and he was never going to see her again. His wife, his beautiful, stunning, and perfect wife, left him two years ago when that idiot ex-boyfriend of hers (Trent) rolled back into town on a shiny tour bus with wads of C-notes seeping out of every pore. Duncan hadn't seen her since the tour bus left with her on it and nestled safely in Trent's arms only three days later. But then he looked down at the hlaf-amulet in his palm and realized that she would never really be gone, Duncan always had a piece of her hidden in the half she took with her. He had almost stopped believing when he a year ago heard that faulty wiring on that stupid bus screwed up the brakes and caused them to crash into a tree. Gwen was the only one badly hurt, dying three days later. He had cried and drank himself into a stupor every day for three months after that, until he found the amulet in his jeans pocket and thought about her. He hadn't picked up a drink since.
All of this thinking in the middle of a crowded, slippery, and wet street was a good idea with how fast he was walking, and he soon found himself about to his the gravel. He shut his eyes and braced for impact, but it somehow never came. Instead, he was being pushed back up by a pair of tiny ghost-white hands.
"Clumsy much?" His savior asked in a gravelly, disorientated-sounding voice.
"Uh, yeah, I guess." He answered quickly, and mumbled "thanks" before taking off.
"Wait!" She called after him. "You dropped something!" She called. He swiveled around and walked back towards her, only now noticing she was stark-white, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and a fashionable rain coat that had a hood to conveniently tuck away her hair.
"No I didn't." He argued when he felt his pockets and made sure everything was there. But when he got to the spot she was standing moments before, she was gone. He didn't see her fleeing down the street or going into any building or hopping into any cars. She was simply gone. He shrugged and checked his pockets once more, not thinking much of the event until he turned to walk away. Something was catching in the now beaming sun, casting a perfect glint in his eyes. He turned around and again saw nothing until he stooped down to the ground.
There, in place of the woman who had helped him up, was half of a skull amulet.
3. Hey There Delilah- Plain White Tees
"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City, I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do..."
Duncan smirked in his hiding spot as the sounds of the sirens began to blare farther and farther away. He had successfully eluded the cops for the third time this week. Smiling, he emptied the tattered knapsack to sort through his loot. He had just robbed a small gas station/convenience store and was curious to see exactly what he made off with. Out of the canvas bag tumbled a few small bags of chips, two or three energy bars, a liter of soda, and a one-subject notebook. Usually he wouldn't bother with snagging something so useless, (He was on the run from Chris and that psycho Drama Machine, after all. He should be trying to gain enough food and water to survive until his contract was up.) but this time was different. Ripping the bright, pink, and papery cover off the notebook, Duncan picked up the fancy pen he pickpocketed from a businessman earlier that day and began to scrawl on the paper, speaking the words as he wrote them.
"Hey, Gwen, how's it going and crud? I may be a million miles away or something, but I can tell that you look hot anyway. So, I heard you guys lived it up in New York for a few days, huh? Sounds sweet. I've never been, Mom says I may cause an international incident there or some crap like that. Whatever. What's it like there? I bet it's awesome!" He laughed, then quickly added, "Oh, and don't show this to Courtney! She may go all psycho-babe on you. -Duncan."
Gwen was confused at first when she received an unmarked letter while they were living on a plane, but took it anyway knowing Chris has Chef check for bombs and poison and all that. When she read it, she had to keep the delighted gleeful squeals back in front of the others. When she hopped in the confessional later, she still so worked up over the letter that she said Duncan's name instead of Trent's while she spoke about her relationships. She was so worked up, in fact, that she completely failed to notice the big black block on the bottom of the page, the place where Duncan had once written "P.S., I love you."
4. Bad Romance- Lady GaGa
"I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine."
Gwen didn't know exactly why she was so intrigued that mean fourth-grader at her school, but she couldn't help but stand off in a corner and look intrigued when he stole Harold's lunch money or made fun of Owen when he farted. Everything he did captivated her in a sense that her young mind had never experienced before. It was as if she wanted to experience his horror and design herself. She wanted to see what it felt like to pull that Courtney-Girl's ponytail or "accidentally" spill grape juice down her sweater. She wanted it. And as long as she wanted it, she would be a criminal, caught up in the prison that was Duncan.
For some reason, that didn't seem so bad.
5. We R Who We R- Ke$ha
"I've got glitter on my eyes, stockings ripped all up the sides..."
"Bridge, this is too much." Gwen complained as her best friend practically painted her eyelids with glitter.
"Oh come on, Gwen. We only go clubbing once a year, we might as well dress for the occasion." Bridgette argued, applying a fresh coat of sparkles on her own eyelids. When she was done, Bridge tossed her a pair of torn-up stockings and a teal cocktail dress that matched the style of the light blue one Bridgette had picked out for herself. "Be ready in twenty!" She then called from the bathroom. Gwen grumbled a response to her that was riddled with curses, pulling the dress and stockings on effortlessly before sitting on the edge of her bed to put on her combat boots. Bridgette emerged from the bathroom, having plaited all of her thick blonde hair into a braid at the nape of her neck and slipped into the strapless dress. "I can't wait for you to meet Geoff's friend." She admitted as she strapped on her pointy white heels. Gwen scoffed at her.
"I told you I don't want to meet any more of his junkie friends." Gwen commented.
"But I don't understand why!" Bridgette yelled childishly. "They're all good guys and your 'boyfriend' back home hasn't called you in like a week!" She argued. Gwen rolled her eyes at the blonde as she flung their door open, only to be greeted by none other than the infamous boyfriend. Gasping, Gwen threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly before kissing him on the lips.
"Hello to you, too." Duncan said, his eyes raking up and down his girlfriend's body.
"I can't believe you're here!"
"I guess I wanted it to be a surprise." He shrugged smugly.
"Well, you ahve to come clubbing with us." Gwen insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hall. What he didn't notice was Gwen sneering at Bridgette triumphantly and Bridgette sticking her tongue out.
"So tell me," Duncan began as they exited the hall of college dorms. "Did you two bathe in glitter or what?"
6. That's Not My Name- The Ting Tings
"They call me girl, they call me Stacey, they call me her, they call me Jane, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name..."
Gwen was frustrated on her drive home from work. She was wondering if it were April Fool's Day. She certainly looked enough like a fool today, correcting people whom she's known for years as they continually got her name wrong! First, Scotty, their mailman for the past year tried to hand her her mail this morning by shoving it in her hands and muttering "here, girl." Like she was a dog or something. She was even willing to that that one go because of how elderly Scotty is, but as she was walking into work (earlier than everyone else, of course,) The janitor greeted her with a half-hearted, "Morning, Stacey." Later on that day, one of her friends at work had her toddler son with her. He was intrigued by all the shiny computer screens and eventually became intrigued with Gwen. She played with him for a little until her mother rushed over and dragged her away, muttering something not playing with her. She buried the growl in her throat. The final straw was when she went to grab her new nametag, and right beside her picture on the plastic card was the name Jane. Gwen threw down the card and and left right on the spot.
Now, as she stormed up the steps leading to her apartment, she had the sickening feeling that if anyone got her name wrong ever again, they wouldn't live to tell the tale. She bounded through the door, ready to inform Duncan of this fact when he spoke first, probably from the kitchen.
"Hey, Gwen." He greeted casually. She smiled weakly.
"Uh, Duncan?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
7. Untouched- The Veronicas
"It's not enough to say that I miss you."
Duncan sat on the plane in the middle of the night, carving whatever he felt like, which if put the test would most likely resemble crap. That's what Duncan felt like when he heard the news that Gwen had been the one to go, and he was still feeling so now. He just kept replaying what happened earlier that day over and over again in his mind, wondering where he screwed up. Now, Gwen was probably ticked at him for flirting with the C.I.T. again and he was about as miserable as Cody when he plays Sierra's teddy bear. Finally decided that he simply could not carry on like this and headed for the confessional. Sitting down on the toilet, he took a deep breath before speaking at the red blinking light.
"You better delete this, McLean."He warned gruffly. "Uh, hey Gwen, if you're watching this then you probably hate me right now. But I wanted to say I'm sorry, and I just really miss you, Babe."
Three thousand miles over and away, one girl smiled to the point of tears.
8. Telephone- Lady GaGa Feat. Beyonce
"I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor."
Gwen frowned at her cell phone as it buzzed irritably.
"Trent again?" Bridgette asked, her body still moving with the music. Gwen nodded.
"Sometimes he's just insufferable." Gwen admitted.
"Then get rid of him fast!" Shouted a very drunk raven-haired girl. She snatched the phone right out of Gwen's hands and before the sober girl could say anything had slam-dunked it into Bridgette's glass of Scotch. Gwen heard something sizzling and then pop loudly before officially declaring the cell phone toast. Bummed over the gadget's destruction, Gwen sauntered over to a under-populated couch in the corner, ready to wallow in her own misery until her designated driver duties kicked in, but a mohawked rebel with a bad attitude had other plans.
He strode over to her, smirking coolly.
"Hey, Sweetheart, boyfriend troubles?" He guessed, plopping down next to her.
"My heart's just not in the relationship anymore." She admitted.
"That's because it's out there." The mystery man said, pointing to the glowing dance floor. When she whipped her head back around, the man had captured her lips in his, pulling her deeper and deeper into the kiss. She knew it wrong because she was with Trent and she was cheating with a guy that reeked of beer and danger, but as soon she unconsciously felt around her person for her cell phone and found it no longer in sight, she couldn't think of anything but how absolutely amazing it felt.
9. Raise Your Glass- P!nk
"And you're treated like a fool, you can choose to let it go, we can always, we can always party on our own..."
"You're a total neanderthal! You can't do anything right!" Courtney screamed. Duncan rolled his eyes as usual and stalked off, knowing Courtney would never follow, just call him later to complain about it. As he walked around outdoors, he came across a lake and decided it was quiet enough for him to hang for a while. As he got nearer to it, he noticed a girl sitting on a tipped-over log, miserable look on her face.
"Hey." He greeted. She didn't even look up at him, she just mumbled an incoherent greeting. "Gonna need to speak up, Sweetheart."
"Don't call me that!" She yelled, gray eyes livid. "And leave me alone, I'm sick of life today." She explained at a lower volume. Duncan ignored her second command and sat himself down in the dirt. They watched the lake together for a few moments until Duncan spoke up.
"I am too." He admitted. "But they way I see it, we have two options, we could sit here and be miserable dopes, or," He stood up, the girl's eyes following him. "We could just let go and have our own party, huh?" He asked, holding out his hand for her to take, she looked expressionless until a tiny smile shone through and she folded her hand into his.
10. Hey, Soul Sister- Train
"You're the only one I'm dreaming of you see."
Duncan woke up in the middle of the night, wondering once again why his dreams weren't filled with his pretty girlfriend instead of his gorgeous best friend. Wait, did he just call Gwen gorgeous? He shakes his head and falls back into the pillows, settling himself until he's awoken by another dream of Gwen. She had literally drove him crazy, bonkers, and made him...wierd! He growls and cuddles up to his blankets once again, muttering one thing before he falls asleep:
"At least she likes wierd."
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