The American Serenade 5/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 06:17:32 UTC
“Look over your shoulder ready to run like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun. I am the game and I make the rules, so move on out and you can die like a fool.” The blue-eyed teen's foot steps on Arthur's bruised chest. “Try and figure out what my moves gonna be.” Cocky smile splits the insanely happy face. “Come on over sucker why don't you ask me. Don't you forget there's a price you can pay 'cause I am the game and I want you play!”
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Today was a very 'important' day. The day of audition. The school committee need to recruit talented students for the school event. Arthur dreaded this day the most. For one, he was in the committee, separating the wheat from the chaff. Second, he was disturbed by his recent dream. He frequently dreamed about battles or fought with enemies. It was kill or be killed kind of dreams. Strange, but interesting nonetheless. However, never his dream was so vibrant or nor he saw someone who was somewhat close to him. It was always some stranger. Moreover, the stupid melody still was clinging to his mind and Jones' smile... it's just gave him creeps. In addition, Jones seemed very insisted on persuasion. Wherever Arthur went, the blond would be there. But Arthur weren't who he was if he didn't know through and through about war tactics, retreat included. And therefore he was able to elude any contact with the object, aka Jones, A.F., up to this moment.
He dreamed about the git. Lovely. Well, at least the dream wasn't wet. Wait! What was he just thinking about?! Wet, Jones and Dream. Touché voice in my head. Touché. The blond shook his head violently and sighed.
Arthur was tired by the end of the day, when that had happened again. There, on the school stage, was none other then Alfred Jones. Bonnefoy, Beilschmidt and Fernandez were placing the equipment on the platform with all pretentious of a professional band. Apparently, their band was enlisted to the audition. Arthur facepalmed. Great. Just bloody brilliant.
Nervously spinning the microphone in his hands, the source of Arthur's gloomy thoughts swallowed lump in his throat and started: “I dedicate this to someone special to me.” One of Arthur's heavy eyebrows lifted in question. After several seconds of bustling the band started playing.
I want it, I need it I taste it, I breathe it It fuels my aggression And fuels all my questions
I cannot conceal it It hits me, I feel it It kills me, I bleed it Now I believe it
I, I want it I, I need it I, I breathe it You are the new drug
Electric blue clashed with emerald green. Arthur shivered as Alfred's piercing eyes cut through his soul deep down to the core. While chanting the lyrics, Alfred treated himself to an endearing sight of a light blush dusting the sandy blond's face. This alone, in Alfred's opinion, made the audition thing worthy.
Alfred panted sensually: 'Don't hold your breath'. He moved in synch with the music and with last: 'You are the new drug' he finished, bowing to the amazed audience. Standing straight he shouted happily: “I love you, Arthur Kirkland!” At that, the clapping sound died immediately and whispers crept all over the hall.
“Where the hell did that come from?” The above said Arthur Kirkland gave a start. He looked at Kiku, hoping to find any kind of explanation from the Japanese teen. Kiku shrugged, but, being a clever boy, suggested not to break all hell lose, but talk with 'Alfred-kun' about it first.
The Brit looked at the git still standing on the scene, surrounded with an awkward silence. The hopeful eyes of the flaxen blond nearly melted Arthur's heart. However, the creepy smile from the dream surfaced in his mind and he preferred to run away from this battlefield. Arthur's face was dark scarlet. He stood up hastily and swiftly walked out of the hall, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. He left Alfred and newly born rumour in the hall.
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Today was a very 'important' day. The day of audition. The school committee need to recruit talented students for the school event. Arthur dreaded this day the most. For one, he was in the committee, separating the wheat from the chaff. Second, he was disturbed by his recent dream. He frequently dreamed about battles or fought with enemies. It was kill or be killed kind of dreams. Strange, but interesting nonetheless. However, never his dream was so vibrant or nor he saw someone who was somewhat close to him. It was always some stranger. Moreover, the stupid melody still was clinging to his mind and Jones' smile... it's just gave him creeps. In addition, Jones seemed very insisted on persuasion. Wherever Arthur went, the blond would be there. But Arthur weren't who he was if he didn't know through and through about war tactics, retreat included. And therefore he was able to elude any contact with the object, aka Jones, A.F., up to this moment.
He dreamed about the git. Lovely. Well, at least the dream wasn't wet. Wait! What was he just thinking about?! Wet, Jones and Dream. Touché voice in my head. Touché. The blond shook his head violently and sighed.
Arthur was tired by the end of the day, when that had happened again. There, on the school stage, was none other then Alfred Jones. Bonnefoy, Beilschmidt and Fernandez were placing the equipment on the platform with all pretentious of a professional band. Apparently, their band was enlisted to the audition. Arthur facepalmed. Great. Just bloody brilliant.
Nervously spinning the microphone in his hands, the source of Arthur's gloomy thoughts swallowed lump in his throat and started: “I dedicate this to someone special to me.” One of Arthur's heavy eyebrows lifted in question. After several seconds of bustling the band started playing.
The Thousand Foot Krutch - New Drug
I want it, I need it
I taste it, I breathe it
It fuels my aggression
And fuels all my questions
I cannot conceal it
It hits me, I feel it
It kills me, I bleed it
Now I believe it
I, I want it
I, I need it
I, I breathe it
You are the new drug
Electric blue clashed with emerald green. Arthur shivered as Alfred's piercing eyes cut through his soul deep down to the core. While chanting the lyrics, Alfred treated himself to an endearing sight of a light blush dusting the sandy blond's face. This alone, in Alfred's opinion, made the audition thing worthy.
Alfred panted sensually: 'Don't hold your breath'. He moved in synch with the music and with last: 'You are the new drug' he finished, bowing to the amazed audience. Standing straight he shouted happily: “I love you, Arthur Kirkland!” At that, the clapping sound died immediately and whispers crept all over the hall.
“Where the hell did that come from?” The above said Arthur Kirkland gave a start. He looked at Kiku, hoping to find any kind of explanation from the Japanese teen. Kiku shrugged, but, being a clever boy, suggested not to break all hell lose, but talk with 'Alfred-kun' about it first.
The Brit looked at the git still standing on the scene, surrounded with an awkward silence. The hopeful eyes of the flaxen blond nearly melted Arthur's heart. However, the creepy smile from the dream surfaced in his mind and he preferred to run away from this battlefield. Arthur's face was dark scarlet. He stood up hastily and swiftly walked out of the hall, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. He left Alfred and newly born rumour in the hall.
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