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ginuwine
“Sadie!” Andy said early when she took a seat next to him in Cell Biology the next day.
She laughed, “Nuuuu my name’s Bugatti, rember?”
“No, the song Sadie, I love that song.” His face had taken the form of boyish charm and abandoned its usual intense demeanor.
“Ah.” She sighed dreamily, “Thank you for suggesting the Crimson album, I loved a lot of it. It lead me to Clavicle.” She paused and bit her lip. “I love that song so much.” She forced a blush onto her cheeks.
His eyes became wider, more intensely holding her gaze. “You listened to Goddamnit?”
Bugatti nodded with excitement. “Mhm! Then Maybe I’ll Catch Fire, and Good Mourning.”
“Lately I’ve been feeling dead inside.” She sang through her smile.
“Like my guts have dried up and died.” He joined in.
“But every night, I water ‘em back to life. Yeah every night, I water ‘em back to life.” They sang together.
“You 2 can leave the room now.” Mr. Hollistereagle rolled his eyes and pointed to the door.
They bowed their heads in mock shame and left the room but burst into laughter as soon as they were out the door.
“I love your voice!” She met his eyes and smiled. “You sound JUST like Matt Skiba.”
“Thanks!” His face lit up.
“I mean it! Your voice is amazing, you should totally be a singer.” She encouraged.
“I want 2 be 1.” His face tinged red.
“I could see you as a famous singer.” Bugatti nodded assuringly.
“That’s my dream.” He nodded.
“Do you take lessons?” She tried progressing to the third question.
“Not really but I sing every day. I mean nobody hears me do it, but I practice a lot. I want to be in a band.” He seemed so ginuwine.
Notes
♪ fun banana, fun banana, fun banana ♪
