Stay Free
This is the story I wrote for the wonderful Frankie, aka xfrankitax , there are three spots left for me to write you a story, jump on them, kids!
--We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools.
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun--
"Ay Joe!" The boy with black curly hair called
"Yeah?" The boy named Joe, looked up from the desk he was carving things into.
"What do you say we...get outta here?"
"Mr. Jones, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" Their teacher asked. Joe began to silently giggle.
"Nah mate. Just gettin' the fuck outta here." Mick stood, and looked at Joe, who stood too.
"You boys leave and we will find you! We'll call your parents!"
Joe called back to her as they walked out "Good luck, lady we ain't got no phone."
Joe and Mick ran down the hall and out the front door, howling with laughter.
--When we got thrown out I left without much fuss,
An' weekends We'd go dancing
Down Streatham on the bus--
"Joe, you know what we should do?"
"What's that?"
"Let's go to that bus place, man. We could go dancin'!"
"But Mick..."
"What?" Mick stopped in his tracks and looked at Joe.
The smaller boy kicked at the dirt, "I aint a dancer..."
"Ill show you, come on..." Mick tugged at Joe's hand and they began walking again.
Forgetting that they were holding hands, they walked through town to find the station they were looking for.
"Ay ya fags!" An old man called out.
"Who the fuck are you callin' a fag, you dirt bag?" Joe turned to look at him.
"Ya sure as hell look like a pair 'a queers."
"Go die already, no one needs you any more." Mick spat at the old man.
The town continued walking, releasing their grip on each others hand and laughing nervously.
They finally reached the station where music was playing and about 30 other kids danced.
"C'mon Joe...for me?"
"Fuckin' fine you manipulative...you."
Mick giggled and grabbed Joe's hand again, taking him down the stairs to where every one was.
"Okay now, stand infront of me."
Joe moved until he stood infront of Mick.
"Now go like this..." Mick placed his hands on Joe's hips and moved them side to side.
Joe swallowed nervously.
"And put your hands here..." Mick took Joe's hands and placed them on his own hips, "See? It ain't that hard."
The smaller boy laughed nervously.
--You always made me laugh,
Got me in bad fights,
playing pool all night,
Smokin' Menthol.--
"Joe? Are you okay? You look like you seen a ghost!"
"Nah mate I'm fine..."
"Joey..." Mick grinned.
"Yeah?" Joe looked wide eyed.
"Your nervous."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not, you wanker!"
"Are too, you pussy!"
"AM NOT!" Joe screeched as Mick poked his side, tickling him.
"Mick you bastard! Knock it off!" Joe giggled trying not to fall.
"Nope." He grinned.
--...Hit the wrong guy,
Each of you get three...
Years in Brixton!--
"There they are! Them little fags who skipped school and harrassed me!"
"We can only take one, sir."
"Take the taller one." The old man smiled like the devil.
"NO! You fuckers! Mick!"
"Joe!"
--I did my very best to write
How was Butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out,
We're gonna hit the town,
We'll burn it fuckin' down...
To a cinder!--
"Dear Mick,
What the fuck. I don't even know what to say. When are you getting out? I really miss you out here, it just ain't the same. I still need you to teach me how to dance, you know.
When you get out we'll go drinking and party, alright? My treat.
Yours,
-Joe"
--'Cos years have passed and things have changed
And i move anyway i wanna go!
I'll never forget the feeling i got
When i heard that you were home--
~Ring, ring.
"Hello? He's out?...HE'S OUT?!"
The man threw on some shoes and ran to where he knew Mick would be, with his heart racing.
--An' I'll never forget the smile on my face
'Cos i knew where you would be!
An' if you're in the Crown tonight,--
"Mick!"
"Joe!"
The two men smashed together in a hug.
"God you fucker, never get locked up again!"
Mick chuckled, "I'm sorry Joe, I'll try."
"Let's go have some drinks, like I promised you."
"And maybe...I can teach you how to do this...new...dance I learned." Mick smirked, and Joe became the nervous 15 year old again.
--Have a drink on me,
But go easy... Step lightly... Stay free...--
Hope you liked it!
Xx
-Alex
--We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools.
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun--
"Ay Joe!" The boy with black curly hair called
"Yeah?" The boy named Joe, looked up from the desk he was carving things into.
"What do you say we...get outta here?"
"Mr. Jones, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" Their teacher asked. Joe began to silently giggle.
"Nah mate. Just gettin' the fuck outta here." Mick stood, and looked at Joe, who stood too.
"You boys leave and we will find you! We'll call your parents!"
Joe called back to her as they walked out "Good luck, lady we ain't got no phone."
Joe and Mick ran down the hall and out the front door, howling with laughter.
--When we got thrown out I left without much fuss,
An' weekends We'd go dancing
Down Streatham on the bus--
"Joe, you know what we should do?"
"What's that?"
"Let's go to that bus place, man. We could go dancin'!"
"But Mick..."
"What?" Mick stopped in his tracks and looked at Joe.
The smaller boy kicked at the dirt, "I aint a dancer..."
"Ill show you, come on..." Mick tugged at Joe's hand and they began walking again.
Forgetting that they were holding hands, they walked through town to find the station they were looking for.
"Ay ya fags!" An old man called out.
"Who the fuck are you callin' a fag, you dirt bag?" Joe turned to look at him.
"Ya sure as hell look like a pair 'a queers."
"Go die already, no one needs you any more." Mick spat at the old man.
The town continued walking, releasing their grip on each others hand and laughing nervously.
They finally reached the station where music was playing and about 30 other kids danced.
"C'mon Joe...for me?"
"Fuckin' fine you manipulative...you."
Mick giggled and grabbed Joe's hand again, taking him down the stairs to where every one was.
"Okay now, stand infront of me."
Joe moved until he stood infront of Mick.
"Now go like this..." Mick placed his hands on Joe's hips and moved them side to side.
Joe swallowed nervously.
"And put your hands here..." Mick took Joe's hands and placed them on his own hips, "See? It ain't that hard."
The smaller boy laughed nervously.
--You always made me laugh,
Got me in bad fights,
playing pool all night,
Smokin' Menthol.--
"Joe? Are you okay? You look like you seen a ghost!"
"Nah mate I'm fine..."
"Joey..." Mick grinned.
"Yeah?" Joe looked wide eyed.
"Your nervous."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not, you wanker!"
"Are too, you pussy!"
"AM NOT!" Joe screeched as Mick poked his side, tickling him.
"Mick you bastard! Knock it off!" Joe giggled trying not to fall.
"Nope." He grinned.
--...Hit the wrong guy,
Each of you get three...
Years in Brixton!--
"There they are! Them little fags who skipped school and harrassed me!"
"We can only take one, sir."
"Take the taller one." The old man smiled like the devil.
"NO! You fuckers! Mick!"
"Joe!"
--I did my very best to write
How was Butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out,
We're gonna hit the town,
We'll burn it fuckin' down...
To a cinder!--
"Dear Mick,
What the fuck. I don't even know what to say. When are you getting out? I really miss you out here, it just ain't the same. I still need you to teach me how to dance, you know.
When you get out we'll go drinking and party, alright? My treat.
Yours,
-Joe"
--'Cos years have passed and things have changed
And i move anyway i wanna go!
I'll never forget the feeling i got
When i heard that you were home--
~Ring, ring.
"Hello? He's out?...HE'S OUT?!"
The man threw on some shoes and ran to where he knew Mick would be, with his heart racing.
--An' I'll never forget the smile on my face
'Cos i knew where you would be!
An' if you're in the Crown tonight,--
"Mick!"
"Joe!"
The two men smashed together in a hug.
"God you fucker, never get locked up again!"
Mick chuckled, "I'm sorry Joe, I'll try."
"Let's go have some drinks, like I promised you."
"And maybe...I can teach you how to do this...new...dance I learned." Mick smirked, and Joe became the nervous 15 year old again.
--Have a drink on me,
But go easy... Step lightly... Stay free...--
Hope you liked it!
Xx
-Alex