Shotgun, Wedding
Chapter 5: Lucky Lovely
“FRIENDS?!”
She said in disbelief like it was the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
Then she looked at me.
“Who the hell are you guys? Well, I know you Kim.”
She said rolling her eyes. Apparently she didn’t like her.
“Yeah up yours too Barbie.”
Kim said with a smile.
“You loser. But who is this other whore.”
“Whore?”
I repeated.
“Did I stutter?”
“Okay you don’t even know me bitch so don’t start running your mouth you flat chested, ugly ass, girl who only gets guys cause you’re an easy fuck, slut.”
Her mouth dropped to the floor. That wasn’t really how I was but that felt good.
“Aw, dick got your tongue?”
Kim smiled.
Britney stomped her foot and then walked away fast. But before she did she looked at me.
“You’ll regret that.”
“No, I won’t.”
I said with a smirk.
And then she left, I felt so superior.
“Wow.”
Ryan said looking at me in amazement.
“What?”
“No girl, well besides Kim has stood up to Britney.”
“Well she had it coming to her.”
“Do you guys still want to hang out?”
I looked at Kim, she nodded.
“Let’s do it.”
Ryan’s Point Of View
Wow, Megan was something, something irresistible. I don’t know what it was about her but something deep down inside me felt there was something about her that wasn’t, well, normal. But hopefully I would be able to figure it out sooner or later. The guys were just staring at us as we approached them.
“Hey guys this is Megan and you all know Kim.”
“Hey.”
They all said in sync.
“Hi.”
Megan and Kim said.
“So what do you guys do for fun?”
Kim said crossing her arms.
“Well usually we’re rehearsing in the band room.”
“Oh are you guys any good? Do you mind if we hear you play?”
Megan said with a smile.
“Sure.”
I said smiling back.
Spencer’s Point Of View
As we were walking back to the band room no one really talked. I kept glancing at Megan and Ryan who kept looking at each other and smiling but not even saying a friggen word. That got annoying so fast. I mean it was cute but I wasn’t sure how this would all turn out in the end between them. I mean Megan seemed like a really nice girl for Ryan but I wasn’t sure if this would take up all of Ryan’s time and focus.
“Why don’t you girls sit here?”
I said pointing to some chairs next to the staging area.
“Thanks.”
Megan said smiling.
They sat down as we set up everything.
“How many songs do you guys have?”
Kim asked folding her hands on her legs.
“Well right now we just have 1 full song but we have some others that just have bits and pieces.”
Brendon said fixing the microphone.
“Okay this song goes out to the gorgeous ladies in the front row.”
Brendon said smiling; he was always such a flirt. This song is called “Camisado”
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
Megan’s Point Of View
I thought they would be an okay band but they sounded, amazing.
“Wow. Who wrote this song?” I said looking at them.
“Ryan did, he’s written all the songs.” Brendon said giving him a slap on the back.
“I agree with the wow, it was really good.” Kim said smiling. “But you don’t have a name yet?”
“Nah, we take one step at a time.” Jon said looking at the stain on the bottom of his shirt.
“Well wouldn’t a band name be the first step?” Kim asked raising an eyebrow.
“No, we decided to go with songs.” Jon said starting to get a little bit annoyed with Kim’s rebuttals.
“Well I mean a band name is easier to make than a whole song.” Kim said walking over to Jon.
“No it isn’t, we’ve finished plenty of songs.” Jon said walking closer to Kim.
“I know, I never said you didn’t. But, what I am saying is that if you tried you’d have a band name already.” Kim said with a smile screaming, “Yea, I know I’m right.”
While they were arguing I decided to ask a question that was on my mind. I soon found out that it wasn’t a good idea.
“Why did you decide to write this song? Like what made you create this song?”
And then, the room fell quiet. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, well everyone except Kim that was. She looked at confused as I was. Then the bell rang, I was relieved at that moment.
“We should get to class.” Spencer said.
They put away their stuff and walked out the door, it was just Kim, Ryan, and I in the room. Ryan looked at me; he looked upset and then put a smile on. I knew it was fake; I was always good at finding out others emotions.
“I can walk you guys to class if you want?” Ryan asked kindly.
“Actually I’m going to go, I’m not going the same way you are. I’ll see you later.”
She winked at me.
I wanted to walk with Ryan; I wanted to know why what I said was so wrong. But I really didn’t want him mad at me.
“Um, Kim I’m going the same way with you remember? You promised you’d show me around,” I looked at Ryan. “I don’t want you to go out of your way and make you late.”
“But I want to…” He said now looking a little bit sad.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say.
“I get it. It’s fine.” He said looking at his shoes. “I’ll see you around.”
He grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. I looked at Kim, she nodded at me. It was like she knew what I was thinking. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
“Ryan wait!” I yelled at him.
He stopped, turned around and stared at me.
“I’m sorry.” I started down at my feet, took a deep breath, and then walked to him.
Kim walked out of the room and told us she was going to class so we can talk.
“Why are you sorry?” Ryan asked.
“Because…” I looked around.
“Look, I need more time. Can you please talk to me after school?”
I pulled out a pen and wrote my cell number on his hand.
“Call me when school ends so we can talk.”
I looked at him, gave a half smile and walked the other direction. I was going to PE which would give me time to think things out. I had a bad feeling but I wasn’t sure how it would go. I also wasn’t sure I’d be able to find my PE class, I hate being the new kid.
