Midnight Orchestra

The Stupid Things

Hey, you! Yes, you, you with the monkey-face. Tss. Just kidding. Well, I'm just here to tell you—before you go straight to reading my one-shot—that this—yes, this—is where I'll be posting ALL of my songfics about Jesse McCartney's brilliant songs. I've planned to make something like this almost a year ago, but I didn't have time to make one yet. Don't get me wrong. I still don't have enough time to write, but, just a few moments ago, I was like, "WHEN WILL I EVER HAVE ENOUGH TIME FOR THIS? NEVER, RIGHT? THEN I BETTER START MAKING TIME FOR THIS." And one more thing. I'll be updating in no particular schedule, and I'll choose songs randomly; I have no schedule or list.

Just want you to know that the first story is dedicated to MADcreations 'cause this is, well, partly INSPIRED by her Itty Bitty Stories. I always read at least one of those babies before sleeping. XD

And yes, I'm letting you read on now. Drop a beautiful vote and an adorable comment, if you wanna. ;)

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The Stupid Things

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          "Guess who's in detention again?"

          I groan. I don't even have to think for a few seconds to know who Sheila's talking about. Instead, I drag my body out of the cafeteria and head for Mrs. Waterson's classroom, where the troublemaker I have for a best friend is stuck for an hour. 

          As soon as I'm in front of the door, I hear someone groan in annoyance. That's probably our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Waterson. My hand grabs the doorknob and quickly turns it open, and, before I know it, everyone's eyes are on me again.

          And, by everyone, I mean Mrs. Waterson and Frankie.

          An awkward smile tugs on my lips as they stare at me like I'm a party crasher. "H-Hi, Mrs. Waterson. Do you mind...?" I ask, pointing my hand at the spiky-haired boy facing the wall. When she nods, I dart towards him and drag him outside by the ear.

          "Hey! Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

          I close the door as soon as we get outside, then I let his ear go, which he massages as soon as possible.

          He's still too busy making weird faces as he massages his throbbing ear, but I ignore that. He's just doing that to keep me from shoving him back inside the room. "My ear hurts like you've put holes through it. Man, what was that for?"

          I roll my eyes. "What got you in detention this time?"

          "There was this guy named Jerry, and he ate my purple puppy, who ate my homework. So I had to cut his tummy open to get my puppy so I could—"

          "Just get to the freaking point, Frankie," I spit. I hate it when he blabs about stupid things. I mean, why? Why does he have to do that all the time? What good thing does it to the whole wide world?

          His eyes flash brightly as he remembers what he did to get in detention again. "Have you checked the school paper this month?"

          I shake my head. "Do I look like I read the newspaper to you?" I may be a good student, but I don't care about the gossips around the school. All I care about is what the teacher says in class, what I have to know.

          He shrugs. "Oh, yeah. Go inside and ask Mrs. Grumpyface what I did," he instructs, grinning.

          I grab the doorknob and see him almost turning around to run away and ditch me, but I catch the collar of his shirt before he does. "I don't think so, Frankie." Then I drag him back inside.