The Strokes Fic

"Nice fuck'n shirt, reject."

"Nice fuck'n boots, hick." I replied. What the fuck did I do to him? My Talking Heads shirt was legend. Everybody around here was "country". Girls with their sparkly belts and pink cowgirl boots. Guys with their misuse of the term YA'll every other sentence. Don't get me wrong, there were genuine farmers, but until you've had to work shoveling shit in countless horse stalls for 7 hours straight, you don't get to wear mucking boots. Especially as a fashion choice.

It's kind of ridiculous that nobody even knows who Nirvana is around here. It hurts to say, but I've gotten the shit beaten out of me to listening to that kind of music. Like legit THREE GUYS jumped me at the park. Including the Talking Heads discriminator. My mind thought back to that day.

I live in a small town. A grade school (I went to high school a few miles away), two bars, a small restaurant, and a park that barely anybody ever went to.

I was taking a walk with my head phones in around town. I always go through the park and walk back home when I reach the other side. like a circle. And he was there. With two of his friends. They were messing around and laughing, and that's when he saw me. They started walking towards me. "Shit" I sighed to myself. I'm gonna have to deal with them.

"Hey beautiful, whatcha listening to? Nirvana?" he mocked.

"Foo Fighters" I said with a straight face and continued to walk.

"Food Fighters?" He laughed. His little posse laughed along.

"Ya Luke, Food Fighters." I said a bit sarcastic and annoyed.

"Don't get sarcastic with me." he said and pushed my shoulder a bit. up until this point I was still walking. I stopped for a minute and wrapped my headphones around my iPod and shoved it in my back pocket. He reached into my pocket and grabbed it.

"Whoa man. Take me out to dinner first" I guess he didn't like that. I made that assumption after he punched me in the face. I rubbed my hand under my nose and saw blood. Damnit, my moms gonna kill me.

"Come on man, give me the iPod" I was really not in the mood for a fight. and I wanted my music.

" Give me a kiss first" he puckered up and laughed.

I moved into him slowly. His eyes widened. He wasn't serious about telling me to kiss him but he wasn't jumping out of the way either. Did this guy actually like me. I was about two inches away from his face and punched him square in the mouth. SYKE!

"What the fuck, you whore!" He hit me in the head and I jumped in to punch him again.
One of his friends pushed me to the ground. This guy was at least 8 inches taller than me. Luke kicked me twice in the sides and they all laughed. Then he kicked me in the face a few times.

The third guy who hadn't made the effort to brutally beat me pulled Luke's shoulder back "Hey come on, man. Let's just go. Heard there's a party in Keira's woods."

Luke kicked me once more in the side and they started to walk off laughing.

"Oh, almost forgot." He tossed my iPod at me laying on the ground.

I stayed there for another hour or so laying on my side and hugging my knees.