George's P.O.V
"So do you still sing?" I asked after we had watched the first Rambo. We both loved that film, but we only watched it together. She chucked a gummy bear at me.
"Not really. Though my shower loves me," she winked cheekily and poked at a marshmallow before stuffing it in her face. "You're going to make me fat again."
"We can go the gym tomorrow" I said, brushing off her comment. "But seriously, you should sing something." I said and kind of made my puppy dog eyes. I had killer puppy dog eyes. And Clary knew it. So did the boys. No one can resist my puppy dog eyes.
"Screw you Shelley." She muttured and hid behind the cushion. I pounced on top of her and ripped the cushion away from her and batted my eyelashes.
"Pwease Clawy." I murmured and pressed my face into her stomach.
"Georgie please I'm not in the mood. I've got a sore throat."
"Just a little bit." I pleaded, poking her.
"Fine, Shelley, but only 'cos I fricken love you!" She shouted and huffed before stuffing the guitar into my hands."Tell me something I don't know." She informed me and waited for me.
Ah, I remember this one - we wrote it in my garage.
I strummed the chords, and she fixed her eyes onto me.
Everybody tells me that it's so hard to make it
It?s so hard to break in, there's no way to fake it
Everybody tells me that it's wrong what I'm feeling
I shouldn't believe in the dreams that I'm dreaming
I hear it every day, I hear it all the time
I'm never gonna amount to much
But they're never gonna change my mind, oh!
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
She's still got it.
How many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile
Teach ya not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
Everybody tells me I don't know what I'm doing
This life I'm pursuing, the odds I?ll be losing
Everybody tells me that it's one in a million
More like one in a billion or one in a zillion
I hear it every day, I hear it all the time
I'm never gonna amount to much
But they're never gonna change my mind, oh!
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile
Teach ya not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
So here's the track
Like Katrina make you work like machine
And make 'em say 'I?m ready!'
Are you ready for it?
Yeah, I?m ready for it
Really ready for it?
Yeah, I?m ready for it!
Let's get ready for this
I'm on my way
I know I'm gonna get there someday
It doesn't help when you say
It won't be easy!
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile
Teach ya not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile
Teach ya not to treat me like a child, baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
"Yeesh Clary, you should be the one in the music buisness." I said when she finished.
"I would have been if I didn't break my leg on the day of the auditions." She sighed and blew a stray strand across her face.
"What?"
"It was going to be a surprise for you -- I'd come and meet you there and audition staight after you. But then I caught my foot on the stairs from the subway and I broke my leg." Clary told me. "It's how I met Justin." She added as an afterthought.
Don't get pissed off, George.
"What's Justin like?" I asked.
"He's nice, I think you'd like him. His name is Justin Folkes and he is into graphics. I think he's working for this big company now, it's quite an honour." She said smugly and poured a tube of smarties into her hand. She only ate the orange ones.
"Is he good for you?"
"Aw, getting brotherly on me Georgie?" She cooed and grabbed my cheeks.
Wow, major friendzone.
"Looking out for my Clary, that's all."
"Well Justin is great, don't worry." She assured me. Yeah right. More like aggravated me. "But I prefer hanging out with you, my little bub." She whispered as though he was next door in my apartment. Josh was there, FYI.
"Tell him if he hurts you I'll kick him in the balls." I told her.
"Ooooh, a major threat from Shelley." She said in that fake woah-you're-so-scary-voice.
"You betcha."
Again, a filler chapter but it's better than nothing, right?
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