Your Love Cuts The Strings
Chapter 7
Well, I was on the bus, sitting in my seat with a bunch of little kids screaming like banshees. "God, I wish that they would just shut up!" Reagan said.
"Reagan. . .do you think I have a chance with Ian?" I asked in a small voice.
"Ha! I knew it! You do like him!" she exclaimed.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"It is so obvious! I can't believe he hasn't noticed! You should see how you look at him! It is so cute!" she screamed.
"Reagan, could you keep it down? I don't want my dead grandmother to find out," I scowled.
"Hey, you asked my opinion and I gave it to you."
"Yeah, but I really like him and I don't know what to do."
"Well, let's see how this thing works out, okay?" she said in a gleeful voice. "Now, let's listen to our song!" she exclaimed.
"Okay," I said.
By the way, our song is "There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet."
"Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan."
We both sang. We were out of breath when we finished those verses.
"Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin."
By the time we finished that last line, the whole bus was staring at us. We both looked at each other and started roaring in laughter. So we got to my bus stop and talked the whole way home...
about Ian.
"Reagan. . .do you think I have a chance with Ian?" I asked in a small voice.
"Ha! I knew it! You do like him!" she exclaimed.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"It is so obvious! I can't believe he hasn't noticed! You should see how you look at him! It is so cute!" she screamed.
"Reagan, could you keep it down? I don't want my dead grandmother to find out," I scowled.
"Hey, you asked my opinion and I gave it to you."
"Yeah, but I really like him and I don't know what to do."
"Well, let's see how this thing works out, okay?" she said in a gleeful voice. "Now, let's listen to our song!" she exclaimed.
"Okay," I said.
By the way, our song is "There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet."
"Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan."
We both sang. We were out of breath when we finished those verses.
"Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin."
By the time we finished that last line, the whole bus was staring at us. We both looked at each other and started roaring in laughter. So we got to my bus stop and talked the whole way home...
about Ian.