Ellie (_endure_survive) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-02-08 17:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ellie williams (_endure_survive) |
Teenage Dirtbag
Who: Ellie
Where: Let's say Riverdale, one of the parks there
When: Friday Afternoon
What: Ellie singing
Rating: Low? Idk
Status Closed; Complete
Note: The song is Wheatus's 'Teenage Dirtbag', but for the purposes of this, let's pretend it's the Amy Shark version.
After rushing home at the end of the school day and thundering up the stairs to deposit her backpack in her room Ellie decided that the day was still full of possibilities and she was far too full of energy to stay indoors. She thundered back down the stairs and, spotting an acoustic guitar in the hall, called out to no one in particular: "Jo--Sawyer! I'm borrowing your guitar! I won't be out long!" She didn't wait for a reply as she rushed back out the front door.
She caught a tram to the first place that she could think of (Riverdale, it turned out) and lightly strummed on the guitar during the trip. Her previous guardian, Joel, had taught her a few songs. She liked the guitar. It gave her something to focus on. She started wandering through Riverdale with the guitar strung over her shoulders when she felt a peculiar sensation on the back of her neck.
She strummed a few chords and started singing:
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Her voice started to pick up in confidence as she found a park bench to sit on to continue playing:
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an I-Roc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh
Oh yeah, dirt bag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah, dirt bag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely, lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me this must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
"I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you ooh"
Ooh yeah, dirt bag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Ooh yeah, dirt bag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'