(Dipper pov)
Fucking fuck! I hate flash mobs! Basically Bill and his friends started just breaking out into random song a few weeks ago and now they do it to humilate random students for no reason. I hate just watching these happens but now that he's doing it to me? Shit. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you" He gets off the table and kneels on the floor in front of me.
"Bill-"
"Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go
No one will know, oh, come on boy
Who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow
Shots of patron and it's on, boy
Don't say no, no, no, no, no
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we'll go, go, go, go, go
If you're ready, like I'm ready
'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you, oh" I stand up grabbing my backpack walking away but he grabs my arm making me face him as he backs me up against a table. "I'll go get a ring, let the choir bells sing like, ooh
So what ya wanna do? Let's just run, boy
If we wake up and you wanna break up, that's cool
No, I won't blame you, it was fun, boy
Don't say no, no, no, no, no
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we'll go, go, go, go, go
If you're ready, like I'm ready"
"Bill please stop." I feel my face going red seeing people pointing and laughing at us.
"'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you" Putting an arm around my waist he dips me down making me put my arms around his neck just so I wouldn't fall to the floor.
"Bill, stop!"
"Just say I do
Tell me right now, baby
Tell me right now, baby, baby" He sets me up right again and grabbing my hand twirls me around wrapping his arms around me from behind his chin resting on my shoulder. "Just say I do
Tell me right now, baby
Tell me right now, baby, baby, oh" He turns me around and gets down on one knee, both of his hands gripping my hand as I try to pull away. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you" He smirks up at me and everyone in the cafeteria erupts into laughter. I feel my face burning red as I rip my hand out of his grip and leaving my book behind I run out of there and into the closest boy's bathroom.
Leaning against the wall I slide to the ground hugging my knees to my chest. "That stupid fucking asshole." I mumble to myself feeling burning tears from embaressment in my eyes. Hearing the door open I hastily rub the tears out of my eyes and look up seeing Bill with my book in hand. "What the hell do you want?"
"First off I wanted to give you your book back." He kneels down in front of me handing me my book. "And I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean for you to run out like that, I was just trying to have some fun. You always keep to yourself, thought it would be funny."
"You thought singing a song about proposing to someone would be funny?"
"Yeah....kinda..."
"Well it's not. I fucking hate flash mobs."
"Well I think they're fun. You want to know why I do flash mobs with my friends?" I simply shrug my shoulders. "Me and my friends are in a band, we all like music and find it fun to do that at school. Actually, do you know anyone who plays guitar?"
"No, why?"
"Because we need a new lead singer and guitarist. My cousin was doing it but he moved so we have a vacancy in the band. Auditions are after school so if you know anyone interested then tell them to come by for auditions."
He gets up to head for the door before I call out to him. "Wait." He turns to look at me. "What if someone doesn't have a guitar at the moment?"
"They can borrow one from the band room." He leaves, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
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The Song of My Soul
Fiksi PenggemarEver since Dipper was little he's loved music. He would love listening to any music he could get his hands on, especially cds from his dad's old band. While his dad is more than supportive of Dipper wanting to be a musician, his mother is quite the...
