I Must Be Dreaming Chapter 23: Song Writing and Confessions, a grojband fanfic

Lenny's POV

After I heard a lecture from my mom about how I'm able to get sick from staying out in the rain for to long, I walked up stairs changed my clothes, and decided to start writing for the battle of the bands. All I could write was stuff about being love sick. "Damn it! I really lost my edge in writing. I was hopping to write something for the goths in the crowd but, I don't think that's going to happen." I threw my book onto my bed as I collapsed softly onto the floor. Damn this sucks. Right then Mike walked in. "Yo, bro- what the hell happened to you?" I sighed. "I freaking hate crushes." I complained with venom in my voice. He just chuckled and sat next to me on the floor. "Sometimes they're like that bro. It happens. But maybe, just maybe, this crush won't suck as much as you think Len." I sighed and crossed my arms before I began to stare at the black and white ceiling. "How do you always know what to say?" He started laughing. "Because I learned from experience little bro. Now, get writing. We don't want to lose to some newbies at the battle of the bands do we?" I smiled jumping up to my feet. "No sir! I'll get right on it Mike!" He laughed again. "Then get going maggot!" He commanded as I saluted him before he left my room laughing. I grabbed my book as I started to write again. I couldn't stop writing love songs but I didn't care at the moment.

Walked up to you
It was a gray December Monday
Asked for directions on the street
Do you remember
It was cold and it was raining?
But it felt like summertime to me

'Cause when you opened up your mouth
It was like sunshine coming out

You changed the world outside my window
Right there, you blew my heart away
And I remember when I met you
Thinking that you were not an ordinary girl
This wasn't gonna be no ordinary day

"I don't know if this is weird or good." I laughed till I noticed who I was writing about. "Damn. Why can't I act normal right now?" I sighed as I lightly banged my head on the bunk bed's frame. "What's wrong with you?" I looked up to see it was my sister. "You look like you got hit by a buss." I chuckled at that. "I feel like it." She walked over and sat by me. "Dilated eyes. Sweaty forehead. Heart rate high. It's either that you got bit by a poisonous arachnid or you got shot by cupid's arrow." I blushed at the last part. "And I'm guessing Carrie." I gave her a shocked look. "Yep I'm right. Your like an open book." I looked away from her and crossed my arms. "I hate you." She did a fake high pitch voice. "Oh but you still love me." I ruffled her hair lightly. "Keep thinking that sis. Just keep thinking that." She punched me lightly in the arm. "I got a question though." She looked at me. "What is it?" I smirked making her scared. "Why are you talking about my side affects when you got your own with Corey?" She blushed answering my question already. "What? Cupid got your tongue?" I mimicked her from before. "Oh shut up." I laughed lightly at her reaction. "Don't worry about anything Lanes." She looked at my weird. "What makes you think I'm worried?" I chuckled again. "You're easier to read then me. The distant look in your eyes say it all. So, don't worry. Maybe they'll like us back." I then remember what Mike said earlier. "And maybe, just maybe. These crushes might not suck as much as we think." She smiled at me after that and sighed. "Maybe your right bro. We just got to wait a bit huh?" I nodded and picked up my pencil off the floor. "Yep, but for now let's get done writing our songs." She nodded as she grabbed my book and pulled out a clone trooper pen. "Really?" She smiled proudly. "Core gave it to me." I sighed lightly as I took the book from her and started writing.

Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet
So please come in and take a seat
Here's the part when I learn, and you will teach
On how to treat people like a piece of meat
I want a genuine, not a replica
Lethal medicine, a pin to the cornea
A sight for sore eyes
While other guys consume the lie, I'll run and hide

No doors exist on my fortress
The only entrance is the one I bear
You're nothing more than a temptress
I fell victim to a heartless snare

Burn the bitch down
I never will cross that bridge again
I cannot trust you easily
Or think that I'm the only one
I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why
So baby burn the bitch down
I never will cross that bridge again
I'd rather drown

I'm the master of construction
Because I'm building walls like it's my occupation
If you portray a liar, I'll shut you out without hesitation
It's an art form of consummate skill
Of how she plays them like the pawn
Making boys drool at her will
Like Pavlov to the dogs

No doors exist on my fortress
The only entrance is the one I bear
You're nothing more than a temptress
I fell victim to a heartless snare

Drown me, slit my throat so lightly
Pick me up and drop me right into my grave
And now I wonder, sit alone and ponder
Should I even bother, when I see your face?
The itch I couldn't scratch
But I'd come crawling back but now
I'd much rather, rather, rather, rather, rather

I'd rather burn the bitch down
I never will cross that bridge again
I cannot trust you easily
Or think that I'm the only one
I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why
So baby burn the bitch down, I never will cross that bridge again

Go ahead and burn the bridge right down, it's what you wanted
Burn the bridge right down
I'm not the only one, the only one
So baby burn the bitch down, I never will cross that bridge again
I'd rather drown

I smiled at the end. "I'm back baby!" Laney rolled her eyes. "Shut up and keep writing dork."

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