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"Meeting the Boys"
David just smirked.
"Abigail," he said, "I learn a lot about people from their stuff and things like that."
"Wow," Abigail replied.
"He's right, chika," said a voice. Abigail looked over, and there was a dark-eyed boy with a serious expression and midnight black locks. A necklace of jumbled pieces - was that a rat skull- no shirt, and a beat up leather jacket with jeans.
"Uh, hi," she said.
"Hey there."
Then there was a lanky, sharp faced guy with a mane of dirty blonde, fishnet shirt under a black tux coat, complete with tails, really, really tight white jeans. He grinned at Abigail.
"I'm David," said the Kiefer Sutherland look-a-like. "These are Dwayne and Paul..."
Then a guy with gray eyes, long blonde curls tied back with string and trinkets appeared.
"And that's Marko."
"Oh. Hey guys."
"Hey," they said, giving her smirks - except for Marko. He just flashed a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat proud.
"Well, I believe I should put some music on," said Abigail. "Excuse me, boys."
They moved aside, and Abigail walked up to the counter where the stereo was. She placed her backpack on the counter, opened it, and took her CD case out. She opened it, then pulled out one of the CDs she had burned her own play lists from her computer on, then put it in the CD compartment. Then as the boys looked on, she pressed the track button until she found the track she liked; then she pressed play...
A Kiss from a Rose
~Seal~
Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da ah ya ya
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
When the song ended, Abigail, who just stood there, looked up, she saw smiles.
"Cool song," said Dwayne.
"Yeah," said Abigail.
"But what's it about?" asked David.
"It's about the love between a man and a woman," Abigail replied.
David just smirked.
"Abigail," he said, "I learn a lot about people from their stuff and things like that."
"Wow," Abigail replied.
"He's right, chika," said a voice. Abigail looked over, and there was a dark-eyed boy with a serious expression and midnight black locks. A necklace of jumbled pieces - was that a rat skull- no shirt, and a beat up leather jacket with jeans.
"Uh, hi," she said.
"Hey there."
Then there was a lanky, sharp faced guy with a mane of dirty blonde, fishnet shirt under a black tux coat, complete with tails, really, really tight white jeans. He grinned at Abigail.
"I'm David," said the Kiefer Sutherland look-a-like. "These are Dwayne and Paul..."
Then a guy with gray eyes, long blonde curls tied back with string and trinkets appeared.
"And that's Marko."
"Oh. Hey guys."
"Hey," they said, giving her smirks - except for Marko. He just flashed a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat proud.
"Well, I believe I should put some music on," said Abigail. "Excuse me, boys."
They moved aside, and Abigail walked up to the counter where the stereo was. She placed her backpack on the counter, opened it, and took her CD case out. She opened it, then pulled out one of the CDs she had burned her own play lists from her computer on, then put it in the CD compartment. Then as the boys looked on, she pressed the track button until she found the track she liked; then she pressed play...
A Kiss from a Rose
~Seal~
Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da ba da da ah ya ya
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
When the song ended, Abigail, who just stood there, looked up, she saw smiles.
"Cool song," said Dwayne.
"Yeah," said Abigail.
"But what's it about?" asked David.
"It's about the love between a man and a woman," Abigail replied.
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