Room 335 - Saturday Morning (Catchin' the Singin' Craze)
Victor sat on his windowsill, where Walter had rested many times while smoking, except Victor had a caramel apple sucker in his mouth instead of a cigarette. Walter had stormed out of the room a few minutes ago, right after they had heard the morning repeat of last night's radio broadcast. Before, Victor would've been upset that Walter has left without even a goodbye, but now that they had talked he understood that it had nothing to do with him, really. Walter was just pissed off by that group that had tried to hunt vampires. At least Victor had mentioned it to him when he decided to become one.
Speaking of, he had some studying to do today, maybe a workout. He'd been holding back ever since he got injured, but now that his shoulder was almost completely healed he felt ready to start back in again. Maybe he could even ask Walter for some tips today.
Walter. Victor sighed contently and and twirled the half-eaten sucker in his hand. He was lucky to have such a great boyfriend, someone so loving and forgiving and intelligent. The hot body was a definite plus, as were Walter's...other talents. He felt special to be loved by Walter, like he was the greatest guy on Earth.
Before he could stop himself, he burst into song:
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any boy who isn’t me today
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It’s alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real
See the pretty boy in that window there?
Who can that attractive boy be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty shirt
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honor me
I feel dizzy
I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Miss America can just resign
See the pretty boy in that window there
Who can that attractive boy be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty shirt
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Victor broke out of his trance and looked around with a blush that made his face feel like it was on fire.
"Oh, shit..."
He was very glad that Walter wasn't there.
Speaking of, he had some studying to do today, maybe a workout. He'd been holding back ever since he got injured, but now that his shoulder was almost completely healed he felt ready to start back in again. Maybe he could even ask Walter for some tips today.
Walter. Victor sighed contently and and twirled the half-eaten sucker in his hand. He was lucky to have such a great boyfriend, someone so loving and forgiving and intelligent. The hot body was a definite plus, as were Walter's...other talents. He felt special to be loved by Walter, like he was the greatest guy on Earth.
Before he could stop himself, he burst into song:
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any boy who isn’t me today
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It’s alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real
See the pretty boy in that window there?
Who can that attractive boy be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty shirt
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honor me
I feel dizzy
I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Miss America can just resign
See the pretty boy in that window there
Who can that attractive boy be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty shirt
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Victor broke out of his trance and looked around with a blush that made his face feel like it was on fire.
"Oh, shit..."
He was very glad that Walter wasn't there.