Me And Y8

25 - Catastrophe

"I don't want this day to end. I don't want you to leave. I don't think there'll ever be a day when I want you to leave." - Book

"To all the boys I've loved before" - Quote

"I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new." - Song

"I'm going to scream 'Chinese Gong!' when everyone comes in." I snicker as Leah smiles in response.

My silverboy walks in. "Chinese Gong!" I slam the crash symbol of the drum kit as Malik laughs. A smirk-laugh though.

"Dang." Leah chimes in.

The next to come in is Pedro, "Chinese Gong!" I repeat my actions, which makes him giggle.

I do the same with Jennie and Mia, who don't think it's the funniest. Okay, got it.

Asher, here, is Singaporean. Yet, he has Chinese ancestral heritage and well, everyone calls him Chinese. I craved his reaction the most. "Chinese Gong!" I yell as he walks in, flashing me an unimpressed look.

"Come on, Asher. More excitement!" Mia exclaims.

A shrill-voice cuts through. "Yeah, Asher!" Leah screeches.

Malik raises an eyebrow, looking fucking hot, way too hot.

I call him adorable, then I call him hot.

Talk about the living definition of an oxymoron. Love-hate, hot-adorable.

I channel the inner singer in me. "Another Arabian Nights! Arabian Nights. Like, Arabian Days."

"See, I told you that you're actually flawless at singing if you tried. But you never try." True.

"Yeah, I don't care enough to try." I shrug.

It's called as a mental burnout. When you've been trying so hard, that you've had enough. You can't care enough.

Because caring too much hurts, like a dagger in my liver. Repeatedly tearing out flesh, day by day, but it's never fully demolished.

Not being the star student is better than being a star student. I don't have to live up to expectations if I was never smart. Or good at everything.

I should be grateful, but I never fucking said that I was a good human being. Because we're all fucked up.

And that makes us special.

"Our band name?" Mia questions.

"International waters, we chose it last time. Remember, Mia?" I answer

"Asher? Record this." Leah utters.

I press record on Asher's iPad, and introduce us. "We're the International Waters, performing Geronimo by the Sheppard."

I skip back, as Malik claps his drumsticks together. Making me yell, "Five, six. 5,6,7,8."

Mia's piano, starts first alongside Asher and Pedro's ukuleles.

Malik starts right with me as I sing, "Can you feel it? Now it's coming back, we can steal it. If we bridge this gap. I can see you, Through the curtains of the waterfall."

"When I lost it. Yeah, you held my hand but I tossed it. Didn't understand you were waiting. As I dove into the waterfall." I giggle as I get ready for the chorus.

Malik smashes the drums as both - me and Leah - sing. "Say Geronimo, Say Geronimo, Say Geronimo, Say Geronimo. Say Geronimo, Say Geronimo, Say Geronimo."

The rest of the song flows as we get to the end of the bridge, where me and Malik have a small duet. If you exclude the piano which is basically inaudible alongside singing and the drums.