Framia: I Think I Know You...
da ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a calesse, concerto the successivo day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play chitarra whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged birra cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porcellana, in porcellana skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? te two sit right successivo to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much birra have te had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before te get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if te do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his birra to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know te from somewhere. te go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen te before! We sit successivo to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, da the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual Amore of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s chitarra riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a birra every five seconds.
They were lying successivo to each other now, on the erba of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full birra bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I Amore the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything più beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck te two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Amore drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
da ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a calesse, concerto the successivo day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play chitarra whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged birra cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porcellana, in porcellana skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? te two sit right successivo to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much birra have te had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before te get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if te do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his birra to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know te from somewhere. te go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen te before! We sit successivo to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, da the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual Amore of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s chitarra riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a birra every five seconds.
They were lying successivo to each other now, on the erba of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full birra bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I Amore the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything più beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck te two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Amore drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
Well, when te go
Don't ever think I'll make te try to stay
And maybe when te get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that te still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While te can
When te go
Would te even turn to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where te oughta stay
And after all the blood that te still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While te can
Whoa, whooa
When te go
Would te even turn to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When te go
Would te have the guts to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
Don't ever think I'll make te try to stay
And maybe when te get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that te still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While te can
When te go
Would te even turn to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where te oughta stay
And after all the blood that te still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While te can
Whoa, whooa
When te go
Would te even turn to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When te go
Would te have the guts to say
"I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Amore you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
The the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are te thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted te to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are te thinking of me?
Are te thinking of him?
te could say you're sorry
but I think te both should go
I just wanted te to know,
There's an aching in my heart
And there's a burden in my eyes.
I could get a new start
But I'd rather learn not try.
I could find a new place
Maybe no one knows my name
But I think it's just the thing.
Oh are te happy now
Now that te got
What te came for
Are you
Are te happy now
Now that te got
What te came for
Are te happy now?
Now that te got what te came for
Are te happy
Now!
Are te happy now?
Now that te got what te came fo
But you're beautiful to me.
Are te thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted te to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are te thinking of me?
Are te thinking of him?
te could say you're sorry
but I think te both should go
I just wanted te to know,
There's an aching in my heart
And there's a burden in my eyes.
I could get a new start
But I'd rather learn not try.
I could find a new place
Maybe no one knows my name
But I think it's just the thing.
Oh are te happy now
Now that te got
What te came for
Are you
Are te happy now
Now that te got
What te came for
Are te happy now?
Now that te got what te came for
Are te happy
Now!
Are te happy now?
Now that te got what te came fo
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick da the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling te all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well te don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick da the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling te all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well te don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels
At every ora goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as
They stared us down when we met in the emergency room
And in our beds, I could hear te breathe with help from cold machines
Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Well I felt I couldn't take, another giorno inside this place
From silent dreams we never wake, and in this promise that we'll make
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear te anyway
Well I thought I heard you
Say I like you, we can get out
We don't have to stay, stay inside this place
Someday, this day, we kept falling down
Someday, this day, set the ferris wheel ablaze
te left my cuore an open wound
And I Amore te for
This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this giorno all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end
Well I thought I heard te say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one giorno we'll run away
At every ora goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as
They stared us down when we met in the emergency room
And in our beds, I could hear te breathe with help from cold machines
Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Well I felt I couldn't take, another giorno inside this place
From silent dreams we never wake, and in this promise that we'll make
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear te anyway
Well I thought I heard you
Say I like you, we can get out
We don't have to stay, stay inside this place
Someday, this day, we kept falling down
Someday, this day, set the ferris wheel ablaze
te left my cuore an open wound
And I Amore te for
This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this giorno all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end
Well I thought I heard te say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one giorno we'll run away
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed innamorati when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If te would shed your yellow take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put this at an end
and attraversare, croce the patron saint of switchblade fights
te detto we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die da threes
I'll make te understand and te can trade me for an apparition
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never
Trust, te said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!
And die like star-crossed innamorati when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If te would shed your yellow take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put this at an end
and attraversare, croce the patron saint of switchblade fights
te detto we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die da threes
I'll make te understand and te can trade me for an apparition
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never
Trust, te said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!