Piper leafed through your journal of the past several months, snorting derisively. “This is so mushy.” She protested. “Why don’t you have more of our group activities in here? This is like one of those fanfictions. _______’s fanfiction of her love life with a British guy!”
You scowled. “Like you’re any better! I bet if I looked in your notebooks from Christmas on, there’d be so much Alfred in there it’d be enough to make a full-size paper sculpture of him out of it!”
“How does that even make sense?!” Piper retorted.
“You know what? YOUR FACE!” Mali interrupted. “You people…!”
“We’re gonna wake someone up with all this noise,” Gwen protested.
“Good! Maybe it’ll be that jerky limey!” Piper replied instantly.
“I doubt it. He sleeps like the dead,” You muttered, recalling his birthday a month ago. “Seriously, you could probably whack him on the head with a hammer and he STILL won’t wake up.”
“What, do you wake him with a kiss or something?” Dakota grinned at you while you shook your head, scowling.
“No way! What do you take me for?” You shot back, offended.
“Can we do something else? PLEASE?” Mali insisted. “Let’s watch anime or something!”
“Or we could sleep!” Dakota suggested, yawning.
“I second that!” Gwen raised her hand like you were taking a vote.
“You lot are no fun!” You and Piper exchanged an exasperated look.
“The point of sleepovers is to stay up late and do stuff!” Piper protested.
There was a knock on the door, and a sleepy, pajama-d Arthur pushed open the door. “Can you people be quiet, please?” He asked drowsily, casting you a dark look which you returned with wide eyed “innocence”.
“No!” Piper argued instantly.
He glowered at her. “What are you even talking about that’s so loud anyway?” He looked around at you all.
You all exchanged a look, grinning. (Hint for people who want guys to leave a conversation). “Girl stuff!” You all said in unison.
Now, THAT sure as hell scared Arthur away. He was gone in a record time of 1/3 of a second.
You all laughed hysterically, and went on enjoying the night. You played DS, tried to teach Mali how to play Pokemon games (I mean, who can’t figure out Pokemon games?), watched movies, trolled Gwen by blasting loud music in her ears while she slept, and had long, deep conversations till three in the morning.
In short, the perfect sleepover.
The next morning, in any case, you all had an activity planned.
Despite only getting a few hours of sleep, you were all remarkably wide awake the next morning, unlike poor Arthur who suffered from nightmares of ‘girl stuff’. When he complained about it, you simply smirked at him.
“Get used to it, “sweetie”. Spoilers, if you ever get married, you get to deal with all of it.” You walked off, slinging your arms around Mali and Gwen’s shoulders, and you all went outside.
Arthur rolled his eyes, but followed in an anti-social manner, hands shoved in his pocket. You felt bad for him (sort of) but friends come first.
You all stood outside, eyes shaded. It was sunny, and warm! A lovely June day! It was almost the end of the school year, you realized. It was…rather upsetting…
“So…” You turned to your friends. “What do you want to do?”
They all groaned simultaneously. “I thought you had something planned!” You all accused each other.
“So…why am I here?” Arthur asked, grumbling.
“Because all the guys are coming soon too, and you need to learn to be social, Arty,” You cast a grin at him. “Apparently I’m not rubbing off on you!”
“You have never categorized yourself as social,” Piper pointed out, eyebrows furrowed.
“I know, but now I can’t shut up!” You grinned again, shifting your feet impatiently. “So let’s do stuff! Let’s play kickball! Let’s play games! Guys versus girls!”
“EW MOVEMENT.” Piper and Mali complained simultaneously.
“Aw, come on!” You whined, “Help me think of something!”
“…cats!” Dakota exclaimed.
Everybody was silent for a moment.
“…no, Dakota, just…no…” You shook your head.
“We could do music-related things!” Mali suggested.
“Yeah! Like guitar, and Just Dance, and Rock Band!” Gwen added enthusiastically.
“Brilliant!” You grinned. “Okay, back inside we go!” You ran inside, leaving everyone looking bemused for a moment before following.
You assembled in front of the Wii, which you began setting up, digging around for the Just Dance disc. While you did so, everyone else showed up.
“DUDE! That is NOT Just Dance!” Alfred exclaimed, sounding excited. “Oh, hey Piper!” His voice cut off for a moment, so you assumed they were kissing. Of course, your back was turned, so you didn’t really care.
“The orange wire goes here, a-a-and…Ta-dah!” You pulled back, rocking on your heels. “Beautiful. Who’s going first?”
“ME!” Mali jumped forward, snatching the Player One remote out of your hand.
“Oh, dude, I HAVE TO DO THIS!” Alfred grabbed another remote, grinning.
“Well, I’ll go,” You shrugged. Might as well.
To everyone’s surprise, Heracles volunteered as well.
“Hey, Heracles?” You turned to him.
“…do you have a nickname?”
“Because Heracles is a long name, and Hera is a goddess. Emphasis on “ess”. So would your nickname be Cles?” You wondered.
“Will you shut up so we can start already?” Mali demanded. “We’re doing Rock Lobster!”
“Ohmygod, YES!” You punched the air.
“Um…______? Don’t you hate dancing?” Alfred asked.
“I did! Now I’m just horrible at it!” You beamed. “So, I’m gonna lose!”
Somehow, you came in second, after Mali. “God, Mali, you really get into this, don’t you?” You huffed.
She grinned. “Of course!”
Next up was, with the drawing from a hat this time, Piper, Ludwig, Dakota, and Alfred again.
Ludwig was such an awkward dancer, it was hilarious. They danced to the song “Istanbul” by They Might Be Giants, and watching Ludwig’s stiff dance moves compared to everyone else had to be one of the funniest things you’d ever seen. Of course, you were recording it. And of course, he came in last. It seemed like Alfred had a permanent third place spot.
The next song was Call Me Maybe, with you, Gwen, Mali and Arthur. Shockingly, it was Gwen who won, followed by Mali, then you, and then Arthur the Awkward in dead last.
For the next game, you, Gwen and Arthur stayed on, but Francis joined you.
“Okay, WHO KEEPS INVITING FRANCIS?” You demanded.
“Ah…lo siento, chica, it was me this time,” Toni looked apologetic. “I wanted to bring Lovi and Feli, but they were busy…”
“They were not!” Dakota retorted. “They were probably sleeping!”
Anyway, you all danced to Jailhouse Rock (a personal favorite of the author’s), in which you, shockingly, got first place, and Arthur, shockingly, got second. Francis made it much more suggestive than the King of Rock himself did.
“______, why is it you can only dance to rock?” Piper demanded.
“BECAUSE I LIKE ROCK!” You retorted immediately.
“See, you not being able to dance is the reason why you’re dating the jerky limey! That’s totally it!” Mali huffed.
“Can we switch games?” Ivan asked. “I am not good at the dancing.”
“AW WE DON’T HAVE THE ONE WITH THE RASPUTIN SONG ON IT!” Dakota groaned suddenly.
“Ivan, that would have been perfect for you!” You turned to grin at him, only to receive a chilling glare.
“I don’t only dance to Russian music…you understand, right, sunflower?” He asked, hugging you. “Why don’t you do the exchange program to Russia next year, da? You could become one with Mother Russia…”
“She’s coming to England with me, you git,” Arthur scowled.
“HEY GUYS STOP FLIRTING AND GET OVER HERE!” Mali yelled.
“Who’s flirting? I know I’m not, so it must be Ivan and Arthur.” You shrugged, walking over and grinning.
“______!” Arthur protested irritably. You could almost feel his glare burning into your back.
“Heh.” You beamed at your friends. “So, what are we doing?”
“Battle of the Bands!” Alfred cheered.
“Ohreallynow? With whose instruments?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Well, you have a piano…” Dakota trailed off.
“And your guitars…”
“And a tambourine!” Piper beamed. She was being very obnoxious with the said tambourine all night.
“I have some harmonicas too.” You sighed, giving in.
“YAY!” Dakota ran up to your room, followed by Ludwig, who was grumbling to himself.
“CAN I GO FIRST?!” You demanded, excited now.
“Sure, why not?” Mali flung her hands up for no apparent reason, because she’s weird like that.
“Yes!” You grabbed your guitar from Ludwig as well as your song book, opening it to the song you had stuck in your head.
“A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the day the music died…”
You continued on through the song, getting louder and louder as you went through. When you finished, you bowed dramatically. “Thank you, thank you!” You declared dramatically. “Who’s next?”
“Ve vill go!” Gilbert dragged Ludwig with him. “Ve are going to sing an awesome German version of a song to our awesome frauen!” He beamed. “Let’s go, Luddy!”
“I thought I said nobody vould call me that!” Ludwig growled.
“Aw. Have fun Luddy!” Mali waved at him, and he turned a little red.
“Uh, ja. Danke.”
Gilbert nudged him. “Let’s go!”
Ludwig played the guitar while Gilbert unnecessarily banged on the tambourine.
“Oh, komm doch,
Komm zu mir,
Du nimmst mir den Verstand.
Oh, komm doch,
Komm zu mir,
Komm gib mir deine Hand.
Komm gib mir deine Hand.
Komm gib mir deine Hand!”
They finished up their song, with Gilbert grinning as he tackled Gwen with a hug and kissed her, while Ludwig smiled somewhat sheepishly at Mali before kissing her gently as well.
“OH DUDE I’M NEXT!” Alfred jumped up. “PIPERRR YOU SHOULD COME TOO!” He beckoned her up.
He grabbed the guitar and started playing, singing in a somewhat off-key voice.
“In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run!”
He finished the song while you applauded. Personally, you were glad that they couldn’t find a modern song with guitar in it. It forced them to do the classics!
“Hey, ______! Let’s go do one!” Mali grabbed you and pulled you up while she grabbed her violin.
“Mali, I have to ask, do you sleep with your violin?” You sighed. You hadn’t even noticed it until just now.
“Ma-aybe,” She grinned. “Now shut up and sing!”
You started finger picking, and you two sang, harmonizing.
“I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You've made it now…”
“Well, that was quite a change if I ever heard one,” Francis snorted.
“I was totally better than you!” Alfred said immediately.
“Oh, hell no!” Mali rolled up her sleeves like she was going to punch Alfred when Ludwig wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Calm down, Schätzchen,” He said soothingly.
“Hey, Mr. British Invasion!” You called Arthur, turning around. “Aren’t you going?”
“Hm? Ah…yes.” He closed the guitar book he was looking at and picked up the electric.
He played a short opening, and then sang.
“What’ll you do when you get lonely?
And nobody’s waitin’ by your side?
You’ve been running, hiding much too long,
You know it’s just your foolish pride,
Got me on my knees, Layla
I’m begging darling please, Layla
Darling won’t you ease my worried mind?”
He went through the whole extremely long song, before leaving a silence.
“Whoa, British dude is pretty good,” Alfred commented.
“Da, that I will be agreeing on,” Ivan nodded.
“Si! And you did a good job, amigo! _____ was staring at you!” Toni winked, causing you to glare at him viciously.
“Of course I was! Aren’t you supposed to…supposed-“ You were cut off as Arthur kissed you, pulling back with a smirk.
“Whatever,” You scowled, looking away.
“HEY GUYS! LET’S DO A GROUP ONE!” Dakota suggested wildly, flailing her arms.
You all did a group huddle, and pulled back, grinning.
The singing went something like this:
"Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, a little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger, now he's dead, mama
Life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch - will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileo,
Gallileo figaro magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
(He's just a poor boy from a poor family)
(Spare him his life from this monstrosity)
Easy come easy go will you let me go
(Bismillah no we will not let you go) let him go
(Bismillah, we will not let you go) let him go
(Bismillah, we will not let you go) let me go
(Will not let you go) let me go (never)
(Never let you go) let me go, never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me - for me - for meeeee!”
Here, you all started headbanging, grinning and laughing with each other.
”So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...”