Playing With Fire

ASS FACE

My mind was feeling oddly optimistic this morning. My head was spewing all types of shit like, "YAY, ANOTHER DAY! WOOHOO, THANK YOU WORLD!" and "WE GET TO SEE BRENDON TODAY!", because let us not forget that I am a teenage boy with multi-colored hormones.

I pranced outside and and basically hopped into Alex's car.

"What's up with your face?"

"NADA.", I answered Jack with a wide grin.

"You're grinning like an idiot, why?", Alex watched me curiously from the rearview mirror.

"No reason..", I replied trying to force my smile to transform into a serious look.

I failed miserably.

They let it go for the rest of the drive to school. And now here I sat in first period, hating my teacher for insisting that I needed to know how to play something to be in his class.

I told him I could play my vocal chords and that's how I ended up having this conversation with a short Mexican.

Him: "So, what do ya wanna sing?"

My Mind: That voice, thoe.

Me: "Uh, what can you play?

"I can play anything.", the unidentified Hispanic states with a hint of arrogance and a certain glint in his eyes. I don't know what he meant to imply, honestly, I just-

"A-anything?"

"Yup", he smirks and- did he just violate my body with his eyes while Mr.YouHaveToPlayAnInstrument stood there?

Ignore his hotness, ignore his hotness, ignore his hotness, GOD DAMN KELLIN IGNORE IT.

I couldn't, though, because he seemed like the type of flame that licked at your skin, just barely touching, burning teasingly, painfully, and yet you're left wishing it would engulf you in its ardor.

"So, what's it gonna be?", he asks once again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um..Affinity.. by Red Car Wire?."

He nods, smiles (killing my man-ovaries in the process), and begins playing the opening chords for the song.

"Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven?

It's stupid to use the words others spent time to achieve

When the words that we're needing are inside us all somewhere waiting for rescues

They need to be free It's a lie not to listen

A sin, pessimistic when

Things that we need to say

Fall through the cracks

Like I love you, I miss you

I hate life without you

And where have you been my love?

I want you back.

So I don't feel alone in the world,

And baby yeah you're hard to get over,

We're older, it's just a little lie we tell all ourselves,

In itself, promise me, let's never get older.

So I don't miss the feeling of "left in the cold"

And this feeling of healing has long since been old

I find times when I'm missing the times you convinced me