Framia: I Think I Know You...
Von ~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 gig, konzert the Weiter day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play gitarre whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged bier 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 porzellan 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? Du two sit right Weiter to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bier have Du 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 Du get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if Du 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 bier to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know Du from somewhere. Du go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen Du before! We sit Weiter to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, Von 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 Liebe of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s gitarre 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 bier every five seconds.
They were lying Weiter to each other now, on the gras, grass of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bier 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 Liebe the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything Mehr 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 Du two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Liebe 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.
Von ~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 gig, konzert the Weiter day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play gitarre whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged bier 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 porzellan 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? Du two sit right Weiter to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bier have Du 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 Du get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if Du 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 bier to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know Du from somewhere. Du go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen Du before! We sit Weiter to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, Von 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 Liebe of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s gitarre 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 bier every five seconds.
They were lying Weiter to each other now, on the gras, grass of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bier 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 Liebe the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything Mehr 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 Du two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Liebe 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 Du go
Don't ever think I'll make Du try to stay
And maybe when Du get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that Du still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While Du can
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe 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 Du oughta stay
And after all the blood that Du still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While Du can
Whoa, whooa
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When Du go
Would Du have the guts to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
Don't ever think I'll make Du try to stay
And maybe when Du get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that Du still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While Du can
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe 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 Du oughta stay
And after all the blood that Du still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While Du can
Whoa, whooa
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When Du go
Would Du have the guts to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
The the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are Du thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted Du to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are Du thinking of me?
Are Du thinking of him?
Du could say you're sorry
but I think Du both should go
I just wanted Du 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 Du happy now
Now that Du got
What Du came for
Are you
Are Du happy now
Now that Du got
What Du came for
Are Du happy now?
Now that Du got what Du came for
Are Du happy
Now!
Are Du happy now?
Now that Du got what Du came fo
But you're beautiful to me.
Are Du thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted Du to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are Du thinking of me?
Are Du thinking of him?
Du could say you're sorry
but I think Du both should go
I just wanted Du 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 Du happy now
Now that Du got
What Du came for
Are you
Are Du happy now
Now that Du got
What Du came for
Are Du happy now?
Now that Du got what Du came for
Are Du happy
Now!
Are Du happy now?
Now that Du got what Du 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 Von 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 Du 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 Du 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 Von 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 Du 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 Du 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 Stunde 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 Du breathe with help from cold machines
Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Well I felt I couldn't take, another Tag 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 Du 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
Du left my herz an open wound
And I Liebe Du for
This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this Tag all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end
Well I thought I heard Du say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one Tag we'll run away
At every Stunde 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 Du breathe with help from cold machines
Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Well I felt I couldn't take, another Tag 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 Du 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
Du left my herz an open wound
And I Liebe Du for
This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this Tag all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end
Well I thought I heard Du say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one Tag we'll run away
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed Liebhaber when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If Du 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 kreuz the patron saint of switchblade fights
Du sagte we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die Von threes
I'll make Du understand and Du 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, Du 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 Liebhaber when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If Du 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 kreuz the patron saint of switchblade fights
Du sagte we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die Von threes
I'll make Du understand and Du 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, Du 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!