Teenage Dirtbag - [ a.i ]

Issues

~Belle's POV~

Me and Jerri pulled into the boy's driveway, and she hesitated while getting out.

"Whats the matter?" I questioned.

"Nothing." She shook her head, and got out of the car. I furrowed my eyebrows, knowing something was wrong.

"Hey!" Ashton came out to us from the door.

"Hey, Ashton!" I walked up to him, hugging him.

~Lukes POV~

I watched through the window as Belle hugged Ashton in a loving way. I sighed deeply, getting angry. I slammed the blinds down, glaring at my room. I felt like strangling someone, so I grabbed my pillow, punching it and strangling it, but that is when I heard the door open, with Ashton, Belle, and some other girl staring at me weirdly.

"What?" I almost yelled at them. They bursted out laughing.

"We will leave you to it, Mate." Ashton muffled, closing the door. I angrely slammed my pillow on the bed.

~Ashtons POV~

"What the hell just happened?" Belle laughed.

"I have no idea, but it was hilarious." I muffled through a laugh.

"Hey gu...." Michael paused at Jerri's apperance, blushing.

"Hi!" Jerri beamed.

"Hello..." Michael swallowed. He slipped into the kitchen, probably getting some food.

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Moments had passed by and me and the mates were playing downstairs in the garage, all except luke.

"You guys are really great!" Jerri exclaimed, sipping her drink.

"Thanks!" Michael replied in the mic, winking. Belle agreed, fumbling on her phone. I stared at her for a moment, realizing my face was burning, probably turning shades of crimson. She glanced over at me, making me glance immediatley at my drums.

Was I falling for her?

I reached for my drum sticks as we started playing "Teenage Dirtbag"

~

Her name is Noelle
I had 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

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

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 Iroc
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

Oh yeah dirtbag
She doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah
Dirtbag
She doesn't know what she's missing

Man I feel like mould
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lips start to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about me

I got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Like you
Oooh

Oh yeah dirtbag
She doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah dirtbag
She doesn't know what she's missing

Jerri smiled at us, applauding softly while Belle shyly blushed to the side.

"That was great." She beamed from her phone.