"And that is why in my opinion classic rock is way cooler than pop," (F/N) said to his brother Peter, Peter stood looking at (F/N) with his mouth wide open, "Wow...just wow...are you sure you're not adopted." (F/N) scoffed, the two brothers were arguing very loudly on the Milano's cockpit, and the other guardians were getting pretty sick of it.
"So you're really going to say that rock doesn't beat pop!!" (F/N) yelled, Peter was about to reply, but Gamora beat him to it "you must stop!!!" (F/N) and Peter looked at her, "Are you crazy this is really important," Drax spoke up rather quickly, "Debating over what is essentially random noises is never important, that being said I agree with Star-Lord." Peter got a smug look on his face, and clenched his fist in triumph, "Well I guess, that's three against one, Rocket, Groot you have any problems, with us talking?" (F/N) asked, "I just want it to be clear that the only reason i'm okay with it is because I want you two to make jack asses out of yourself," Rocket replied. (F/N) looked at Groot, "I Am Groot," (F/N) looked at Rocket for a translation, Rocket looked at (F/N) from his chair and sighed, "You want the short version or long version of what he said?" (F/N) looked at Groot, "Short" Rocket looked at (F/N) and said "He doesn't care just as long as you keep it down." (F/N) smiled, "Ha take that Gamora," Peter said, "five against one, the conversations of Star-Lord and Cosmo-King will not be silenced." Gamora rolled her eyes at Peter's antics, he high-fived his brother.
"As I was saying pop is all about, being popular it's in the name." (F/N) scoffed, "You know what's popular? Music that doesn't talk about how much we should love, love." (F/N) smirked, Rocket laughed at (F/N)'s statment, Peter wasn't happy he looked at (F/N) and pointed at him, "Get out of my cockpit!" (F/N) smirked, "fine." (F/N) stood up and turned on his walkman, the song 'Paint it Black' by Rolling Stones echoeed through the Milano.
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(F/N) was laying down on the bed in his room, he had the headphones of his walkman on, he was singing along to the song he was listening to, "There is a house in your hills," (F/N) sang softly, he heard a knock on his door, he fell of his bed not so smoothly. (F/N) stood up quickly and dusted off his shirt, he went over to his door and opened it, Gamora stood in front of the door, "Hey Gamora. What's up?" (F/N) said casually leaning on the door, "May I come in?" Gamora asked. (F/N) stepped aside and gestured for Gamora to enter, "What brings you by?" (F/N) asked Gamora, Gamora responded, "What was that song you were playing in the cockpit?"
A smirk appeared on (F/N)'s face, "Only the best song ever created, Paint it Black," Gamora nodded, "What's it about?" (F/N) cocked his head and sat on his bed, "I have no idea, but it sounds cool." Gamora scoffed, "Why exactly does it sound cool?" (F/N) smirked, he removed the headphones from his walkman, he clicked the button, 'House of the Rising Sun' played, Gamora sat next to (F/N) on his bed, she listened to the song for a brief period of time.
"Just to clarify this is a different song," (F/N) said in the middle of the song, Gamora shrugged, "It does have a nice tone," (F/N) smilled, "Thank you." Gamora skilled slightly, "I just came by to let you know, I'm on your side, if rock is as good as that song pop doesn't stand a chance." (F/N) smiled, and wiped away fake tears he stood up from his bed and said "that's the nicest thing I've ever heard" (F/N) said faking sadness. Gamora rolled her eyes and stood up, "You are so much like your brother," she walked out of (F/N)'s room. "I thought we were being nice?" (F/N) yelled jokingly.
