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So I decided to try my hand at some humor. I heard an 80's song on the radio today that inspired this story... You'll find out what it is. It's not that hard to guess after reading the title... >__<
Title: Faith
Summary: Craig learns that from now on, he should lock the garage door.
**Please feel free to point out mistakes or give me tips on anything. ^_^**
Faith
It was Saturday-one of Craig’s favorite days. He loved to do nothing more than just stay in the garage and rock out to some of his favorite songs. Not on the radio, of course, but played out on his guitar. That is all there was-Craig and his guitar.
However, this Saturday’s song choice was not the usual one. Normally, Craig rocked out to the latest songs from Green Day or Taking Back Sunday or some classic rock artist or band. Instead of those, Craig decided on a somewhat “guilty pressure.”
Sure, Jimmy, Spinner, and Marco had all teased him that one time Joey mentioned it, but it never stopped Craig from loving that song-“Faith” by George Michael. Craig had not played it in such a long time, he almost forgot the chords. Once he remembered though, he couldn’t stop himself. He played the song over and over and over.
Craig was so caught up in his guitar and the song. His music drowned out the noise of the door opening. He continued to wail on the guitar, feeling energized by the tune coming out of the amps. He started to sing the next verse when…
“Ahem.”
Craig froze. His cheeks instantly turned a deep shade of scarlet, and he hesitated before turning around. His eyes darted to the floor before traveling up the legs and torso of none other than Ellie Nash. She stood near the doorway, her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. A sly smirk slowly formed on her lips.
“‘Faith,’ huh? I never took you to be a George Michael fan,” she said jokingly.
Craig stared at her in embarrassment. It took a few seconds before he could gather the courage to speak. “Umm… Yeah. It’s a pretty good song. I guess…”
Ellie laughed. “Your version is very,” she paused to carefully choose her words, “Entertaining.”
Craig let out of nervous laugh. “Thanks.”
A quick moment of silence passed, and Craig stood there, mortified at the fact that Ellie walked in on him rocking out to a George Michael song. Ellie just smiled.
Suddenly, Ellie walked over to the drums, grabbed the sticks, and sat on the stool. She started to play the beat of the song, her eyes closed as she started getting into the groove of it. Craig just stared dumbfounded.
Ellie opened her eyes and stopped playing.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna continue? The song sounds better with guitar and drums,” she said with a grin before starting up again.
Craig’s embarrassment faded, and he nodded. “Alright, Nash. Let’s start over see if you can keep up.”
With a wink, he started rocking out again, not caring who might come into the garage next. It was just him, Ellie, his guitar, and her drums. That was all he needed on this Saturday afternoon.
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
Title: Faith
Summary: Craig learns that from now on, he should lock the garage door.
**Please feel free to point out mistakes or give me tips on anything. ^_^**
Faith
It was Saturday-one of Craig’s favorite days. He loved to do nothing more than just stay in the garage and rock out to some of his favorite songs. Not on the radio, of course, but played out on his guitar. That is all there was-Craig and his guitar.
However, this Saturday’s song choice was not the usual one. Normally, Craig rocked out to the latest songs from Green Day or Taking Back Sunday or some classic rock artist or band. Instead of those, Craig decided on a somewhat “guilty pressure.”
Sure, Jimmy, Spinner, and Marco had all teased him that one time Joey mentioned it, but it never stopped Craig from loving that song-“Faith” by George Michael. Craig had not played it in such a long time, he almost forgot the chords. Once he remembered though, he couldn’t stop himself. He played the song over and over and over.
Craig was so caught up in his guitar and the song. His music drowned out the noise of the door opening. He continued to wail on the guitar, feeling energized by the tune coming out of the amps. He started to sing the next verse when…
“Ahem.”
Craig froze. His cheeks instantly turned a deep shade of scarlet, and he hesitated before turning around. His eyes darted to the floor before traveling up the legs and torso of none other than Ellie Nash. She stood near the doorway, her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. A sly smirk slowly formed on her lips.
“‘Faith,’ huh? I never took you to be a George Michael fan,” she said jokingly.
Craig stared at her in embarrassment. It took a few seconds before he could gather the courage to speak. “Umm… Yeah. It’s a pretty good song. I guess…”
Ellie laughed. “Your version is very,” she paused to carefully choose her words, “Entertaining.”
Craig let out of nervous laugh. “Thanks.”
A quick moment of silence passed, and Craig stood there, mortified at the fact that Ellie walked in on him rocking out to a George Michael song. Ellie just smiled.
Suddenly, Ellie walked over to the drums, grabbed the sticks, and sat on the stool. She started to play the beat of the song, her eyes closed as she started getting into the groove of it. Craig just stared dumbfounded.
Ellie opened her eyes and stopped playing.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna continue? The song sounds better with guitar and drums,” she said with a grin before starting up again.
Craig’s embarrassment faded, and he nodded. “Alright, Nash. Let’s start over see if you can keep up.”
With a wink, he started rocking out again, not caring who might come into the garage next. It was just him, Ellie, his guitar, and her drums. That was all he needed on this Saturday afternoon.
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you