Swallow Pride and Spit out Fire [6 Song Drabble]
Title: Swallow Pride and Spit out Fire [6 Song Drabble]
Rating: PG
Pairing: Singer/Cash, baby!
POV: switches
Summery: Tales of Cash and Singer Shananigans...part 1.
A/N: Planning on continuing into another part since its supposed to be 10 song drabble...later.
Pink-Dont Let Me Get Me
"egh" i make a face into the bathroom mirror for the third time today, sometimes i wonder what it would be like to be one of the other guys. im becoming my own worst enemy these days. A hard knock breaks my staring contest with myself and i blink
"Alex! dude, youve been in here for about 45 minutes, you taking a shit or something?" Cash calls from the other side of the door and i suck my teeth. sometimes, i wonder what it would be like to be Cash. he seems so 'i dont give a fuck and people still like me', far from what i am.
i walk out and just give him a look as he smiles, rushing into the bathroom, porno mag in his hand. typical.
its seems like its days like this that im glad im Singer, and not Cash.
Kelly Clarkson- breakaway
its raining agian. i used to love watching it as a kid, thinking to myself 'one day, my parents will let me play in it'. im almost 20 and i still havent got that chance, not becuase it hasnt rained...but because i was never taught how to take a risk.
"Cash, you okay?" Johnson asks me and i nod, still looking out the van window "dude, we are about to go get some gas, joining?"
i just shrugged, watching the droplets race down the window. As soon as the wheels stopped turning, something in me said 'Go for it, kid' and i jumped out, standing in the mist of the storm. looking up and arms out. i must have looked ten types of crazy cuz Singer grabbed my hand, pulling me under the roof of the gas pumps
"what the hell, Dude?"
i just smiled, shaking my head, splashing Singer and making him shiver and curse under his breath.
"just taking a chance in the rain, s'all"
Jem- They
"Singer, have you ever had this feeling that you were being lied to?"
"Yeah, all the time, like when Johnson told me there was something in my nose-"
"No, i mean like, when they tell you things and never explain it?"
"Like, Paranormal Activities?!"
"..No, like, their out there just making our lives carbon copies of what they wanted their lives to be?"
"Oh."
"Well?"
"...Who are They?"
"Go back to sleep, Tiger"
"Okay..i still wanna know who THEY are though"
Usher- Confessions
"Truth or Dare, Ian" Marshall mused, passing the joint to Ian and he took a puff, letting it out slowly
"mmh, Truth" Ian smirked and Marshall made a intreuged face
"okay, your deepest secret, spill."
"I..Okay, I used to have a issue with my hormones, so when i first joined the band, and i was disappearing every 2 hours? yeah, i was jacking off in dark corners or in the van" Ian answered, his face flushing pink as Cash tipped back laughing, pinching the bridge of his nose keep from crying. "Cash, it wasnt THAT funny?!"
"uh, yeah, it was" Cash choked out "hair trigger, anyone?"
"okay then douche, your call" Ian passed the joint to Cash and he took a gracious inhale, letting it excape his nose
"Dare"
The look on Ian's face made Cash feel suddenly uncomfortable and he wiggled in his spot on the hotel floor.
"I dare you to tell Alex about the letter you got the other day"
the whole room fell silent and Alex's amused face faltered slightly.
"what letter?" Alex's gazed landed on Cash, but when it wasnt met back, he repeated himself "Cash, What letter?"
"imhavingakid..." Cash said in one breath and Alex furrowed his brow
"but we never slept-"
The moment it dawned on Alex, was the moment Cash felt the worst pain in his left cheek, eye and ribs.
Fall out boy- I Dont Care
They dont care about anything really. i tried telling the boys that they dont care about us, you know, those fans that takes extra time to outline their tired eyes with black charchol because thats what they think we like...they only care that we have our faces on every magazine, our songs get played on the radio, that we are bringing that fuzzy feeling to their insides and the horomones jump a few feet. the lies they tell can write a story and we arent really listening to those anyway, no matter how much her shirt dips down her chest or how tight his pants are..but its kinda like this, we secretly feed off their misjudgements, their silly tears. withen their misfortunes and misery, we find our happiness
Fiona Apple- Criminal
'Forgive me Ian, for i have sinned'
' for what now, my dearest Singer?'
"i thought of Cash in a unlikely situation with myself....agian"
"why should that surprise me?"
"I topped.." Singer snorted and Ian rolled his eyes
"You, my dearest, need to get with the times....Cash would so let you tap that if you ask him."
when Singers eyes widened, Ian continued
"You know the poor boy is a SLUT"
As the last word left Ian's lips, Cash stirred in his sleep, grumbling something about Tic-Tacs
"hes a cute slut...c'mon, admit!" Singer nudged Ians arm with his elbow and Ian shook his head.
"admitting nothing, my dearest, admitting nothing" Ian stated "your a criminal with no good defense"
"yeah whatever, one can only sin in thoughts. Amen"
"Bless you, Dearest"