Bands – Jimmy Eat World, Marcy Playground, Lifehouse, Maybe You

“I’m not…” I got closer; my body flushed to hers. Leaning in I heard her take a deep breath and whispered seductively.

“Don’t fight it.” The poor sophomore’s face was flushed and her eyes wide and misty. I chuckled and turned around. “Good luck finding that ride.”

I, for some unknown reason, was at school (dare I say it) early. I parked my car and sat on the hood. Slipping my aviators down I reclined back, resting against the windshield. Pulling out a cigarette and litter, I began to sing a little to myself as I pulled my ipod out and searched for a song. “I got a story it’s almost finished / all need is someone to tell it too / maybe, that’s you.” I closed my eyes. “Our time is borrowed and spent to freely / every minute I have needs to be made up / but how?” I felt something and slowly opened my eyes while pushing my sunglasses past my forehead. Spencer. My head was turned to my left and I regarded her with squinting eyes as I moved a hand to shield me form the sun.

“Uhm, cough hey.” I blink and take another drag of my cigarette to which she coughs again. She stares at it like she does at her shoes, then I rolled my head back to its previous position. I’m in love with the ordinary / I need a simple space / to rest my head / and everything gets clear “I never pictured you for the kind of girl that would show up early for school.”

“Really.” I said, not even questioning her.

“Well, with your reputation.”

“I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation.” I joked.

“Joan Jett?” Impressive, I’ll give her that. I scoot over a bit and she smiles showing perfect white teeth. I bet she bleaches. Actually, that’s probably against her or something. Spencer climbed up onto the car with me, having a little trouble because of her skirt. We both laid back and I gave her an ear bud as a new song starts.

“I wanna be a punk rock super star…”

“I’ve never heard this song before; I like this song.”