"Thanks everyone." I muttered sarcastically in response to the silent crowd on impact of my name being announced. Last week, I was told about this little dance that the school puts on every year. Malcolm won't stop talking about dropping out of high school, but cited this night as his reason for staying. My music teacher wanted eveyrone to write a special song for the night, espcilly for the slow dance.
I'll bring you the good news first; ever since that crying confession I threw on Angus, I found more comfort in actully verbally communicating. As far as Mary, Hank, and the support group know, I felt a miraculous wave of comfort wash over me with no motivating incident giving me a kick in the butt. Sure, I'd like to think that just as much as the next person with duct tape permanently stuck to their mouth, but it just wasn't true.
But still, progress is progress right? Like when a suicidal person finds God and decides they won't take their life due to the fear of burning in hell for all eternity?
Yep. I just said that.
But unlike the person with the noose halfway around their neck, the hell I could face doesn't involve a fire that's impossible to put out. Staring out into the crowd, my eyes instantly found Courtney and Angus like your tounge finds the bloody spot on your mouth when you loose a tooth.
This night is like pulling teeth.
A groan that belonged to my own voice pulls me out of my scoffing thoughts. Whatever.
"This is a little song I wrote." I stepped closer to the microphone as I found my squeaky voice. Staring back to Angus, my next words flowed out perfectly with a clearer tone. "It's a true story, by the way."
I could see his face change from happy and eager to anxious and depressed in a matter of seconds. When the music started, he stared directly into my eyes so long that I was convinced he could see my soul.
Trying not to cry, I began the first lyrics of the song. "I got a girl crush... hate to admit it but.. I got a hard rush, it's slowing down. I got it real bad.. want everything she has.. that smile and that midnight laugh she's giving you now..."
When I hit the next parts, I stretched my voice to reach the high notes with passion.
I want to taste her lips
Yeah, 'cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, 'cause maybe then
You'd want me just as much
I got a girl crush
I got a girl crushI don't get no sleep
I don't get no peace
Thinking about her
Under your bed sheets
The way that she's whispering
The way that she's pulling you in
Lord knows I've tried
I can't get her off my mindI want to taste her lips
Yeah, 'cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, 'cause maybe then
You'd want me just as much
I got a girl crushI got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a heart rush
It ain't slowing downEveryone graciously clapped. I did a bow and a curtsy as I walked off the stage, not looking forward to the greeting of Courtney's angry expression. However, to my surprise she wasn't near the stage. Angus went off to the bathroom, and her well..
She was dancing with some other guy.
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In Too Deep || Angus Young (Completed)
Fanfiction"Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep Up above in my head, instead of going under" When Violet Stone, a foster child meets Angus Young, she begins an adventure she will never forget