Songfic: Avril Lavigne Compilation
Songfic mal anders: Hierbei handelt es sich um eine kurze Erzählung, in der ich nicht Songzeilen zitiere, sondern Songtitel verwende. Bei manchen hab ich etwas geschummelt, also nicht wundern ... (Ich verlinke das hier auf meinem Fan-Account und muss deswegen alles auch in Englisch wiedergeben.)
Songfic, but different this time: Instead of quoting song lyrics I used song titles to tell this story. I had to cheat a bit with some of them, hope it doesn't bother you. Let's go!
What the hell? The moment my girlfriend silently entered my room she turned my Rock’n’Roll music down without asking. But I guess she’s used to always getting what she wants. You know, one of those girls with a golden spoon.
I looked at her. She was 17, short – even for a girl – and had straight, dark blonde hair, a bit more than shoulder-length. Looking like personified innocence, she actually can get really hot, if you know what I mean. But this time she just stood in the doorway, holding a book in her hand and looking kind of worried. Her contagious anxiousness transferred to me. ‘What is it?’ I asked.
She came closer, handing me the book. It was Peter Pan. But that was not enough for me to understand her worries. ‘I still don’t get it’ I said.
‘Tomorrow’s gonna be the day of our graduation’ she said, now looking really sad. It slowly began to dawn on me what she was so worried about. I opened my mouth to comfort her but I couldn’t think of anything to say so I stood there, clueless. ‘Remember when we got together?’ she suddenly asked, completely changing the subject.
I smiled. Of course I hadn’t forgotten. I used to be a bit of a runaway, straying around now and then. I had not been the only one, had never been alone on my trips but I would still feel lonely somehow and maybe also a bit unwanted although I would never have admitted it then. Simply put, it wasn’t exactly the best years of my life.
One night, after hooking up with some bad girl, I tried to sneak out of her parents’ house and there she stood, sleepily, wearing a Hello Kitty shirt and black shorts. ‘Whua-u?’ she asked, rubbing her eyes, ‘whatayudohee?’
I couldn’t say anything but just stared at her, paralyzed. Then she seemed to have a sudden idea and her eyes widened. ‘You’re not a burglar, are you?’ Now she was the one staring at me but before she could open her mouth, I grabbed her and put my hand onto her mouth to shut her up so she wouldn’t freak out and scream. She struggled against my grip, but I didn’t loosen it. ‘Let me go!’ she demanded, muffled through my hand. But for some weird reason, I enjoyed holding her like that.
‘Don’t scream’ I whispered into her ear, then I explained the whole situation to her.
‘Let go!’ she said again as I had finished, and this time I let go of her. She remained silent but looked at me in a way I didn’t understand then. ‘Well …’ she said and it sounded as if she was not sure what to do next.
‘Time for me to go, I guess’ I said, relieved that the whole situation had turned out good in the end.
‘Time to say goodbye’ she echoed but I could see that she wasn’t feeling like saying goodbye. We looked into each other’s eyes for a long time and then, instead of leaving, I followed her into her room. To this present day I don’t know why but I felt a special connection to her that I hadn’t had in weeks or maybe months. It didn’t happen what you might think – well, not this time, at least. We talked all night – together had never felt so good – and in the end I felt so unbelievably unburdened that I couldn’t resist but to kiss her. –
‘Imagine it could always stay like this’ she sighed.
I looked at the Peter Pan book. ‘So you wanna run away, never come back and above all never grow up. Is that it?’
‘Of course I would take you with me.’
‘Take me away from here?’ I asked incredulously, ‘now that I’ve finally found someone like you?’ She sighed again and sat down on my bed, pouting. Still holding the book I joined her.
‘Exactly, we’ve only just found each other like one year ago and now we’re gonna be separated, scattered over the whole country.’ She pointed at the book. ‘Peter Pan never grew up and had a memory like a sieve. I bet he never worried about anything.’
‘I won’t worry about the people at our school, either. Know what they all wrote into my yearbook? “Have a bitchin’ summer”, very personal.’ She gave me a reproachful look. ‘What?’
‘I’m talking about us, I don’t give a damn about the others!”
‘Alright, look’ I said, ‘I’m with you here and now and I won’t let you go in the future, got it? We’re gonna break away from home but not from each other, we’ll stay just the way we are now. And if you’re feeling lonely, just call, I’ll find a way to get to you, through water, through the skies, I’ll swim to you, I’ll even fly to you if it’s necessary. Think about it, nothing has to change only because distance separates us, see?’ She gave me a loving look but still, she didn’t seem completely convinced so I kissed the tip of her nose and added, ‘I love you.’
She smiled. ‘For real?’
‘Of course!’ I laughed awkwardly. What kind of question was that?
She seemed to realize that, too. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to … Er, anyway, sorry.’
‘Never mind. But I know exactly what you need.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Not that. Although I’m kind of in the mood to …’ But her piercing look made me stop talking. Instead I got up, grabbed her wrist and started to push her to the door. ‘My mother is seeing some hotelier lately, so she hangs around at his work place a lot.’
‘Yeah, I thought that nobody’s home until I heard that noise you call music’ she replied. I pretended that I hadn’t heard anything. We got into the kitchen where my mother was hiding her booze. I reached into the cupboard and pulled some Tequila bottles out. ‘You serious?’ she asked doubtfully.
I shrugged. ‘Not every solution has to be complicated, you know.’ I grabbed two glasses, poured the booze and got some salt and lemons from the other corner of the room.
She grinned and raised her glass. ‘Tequila’s always like a sip of sunshine. Cheers!’
I winked and raised my glass, too. ‘Here’s to never growing up.’
Nachwort:
Gott, ich hatte zwölf Jahre Englischunterricht und habe selbst das Gefühl, dass hier trotzdem viele Fehler drin sind. Ich hatte immer viele Grammatikfehler (wenn auch kleine) in meinen Aufsätzen. Aber damit die Songtitel funktionieren, musste ich natürlich trotzdem Englisch schreiben. Ich war in meiner Sprache im Gegensatz zu sonst auch stark eingeschränkt.
Also, wie ich drauf gekommen bin. Ähm, ich hab auf meinem Twitter-Account "Hope it's gonna be a Bitchin' Summer. I NEED sunshine in my life." geschrieben und dachte mir, eigentlich ließe sich das ja auch ausweiten ...
Änderungen sind jedoch noch vorbehalten, also abgesehen von der Sprache ändere ich vielleicht noch ganze Sätze, um mehr Songtitel einzubauen. Und nein, ich bin kein Hardcore-Fan ... Aber Avrils Lieder bieten sich eigentlich so ziemlich an, versucht mal, das gleiche Prinzip mit Evanescence durchzuziehen.
Edit 31.7.2016: Ok, mir ist soeben aufgefallen, dass es merkwürdig ist, dass sich die beiden Protagonisten nicht kennen, obwohl sie scheinbar dieselbe Schule besuchen und das im selben Jahrgang. Ich schätze, es ist eine so riesige Schule, dass es passieren kann, dass man nicht einen einzigen Kurs zusammen hat.^^
Afterword:
Sorry, I've had English for twelve years at my school(s) but somehow I continue to make many mistakes. But I still had to use English so the idea of including the song titles would work. Also, my language is rather limited here.
How I came up with this idea: On my Twitter account (agermanavrilfan) I wrote, 'Hope it's gonna be a Bitchin' Summer. I NEED sunshine in my life.' and then I thought that I could extend that and write a whole story.
I'll probably have to adjust the story, so it could be that I'll change parts of the story to include more songs (and improve the style of language).
Btw, Avril's songs are pretty convenient for this kind of writing. I mean, try to do the same with Evanescence! xD
07/31/2016 So I just noticed that it seems quite impossible for our protagonists to be the same age, at the same school, in the same year but to never have met each other. I guess their school is so huge that it can occur that they don't have one single class together. Remember Twilight? She said that there were like thousand students in just one year. You can't know them all, right?^^
Have a bitchin' summer, everyone! :)