Framia: I Think I Know You...
kwa ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Marafiki ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a gig the inayofuata day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play guitar, gitaa whilst hungover.
The two Marafiki fist banged and clanged bia cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porcelain, tiled skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? wewe two sit right inayofuata to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bia have wewe had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before wewe get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if wewe do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his bia to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know wewe from somewhere. wewe go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen wewe before! We sit inayofuata to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, kwa the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual upendo of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s guitar, gitaa riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a bia every five seconds.
They were lying inayofuata to each other now, on the nyasi of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bia bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I upendo the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything zaidi beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck wewe two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two upendo drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
kwa ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Marafiki ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a gig the inayofuata day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play guitar, gitaa whilst hungover.
The two Marafiki fist banged and clanged bia cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porcelain, tiled skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? wewe two sit right inayofuata to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bia have wewe had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before wewe get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if wewe do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his bia to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know wewe from somewhere. wewe go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen wewe before! We sit inayofuata to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, kwa the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual upendo of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s guitar, gitaa riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a bia every five seconds.
They were lying inayofuata to each other now, on the nyasi of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bia bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I upendo the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything zaidi beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck wewe two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two upendo drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick kwa the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling wewe all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well wewe don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick kwa the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling wewe all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well wewe don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
We hold in our hearts
the sword and the faith
Swelled up from the rain clouds
songesha like a wraith
Well after all, we'll lie another day.
And through it all we'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did wewe come to stare au wash away the blood?
Well tonight, well tonight will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead
Well tonight,will it ever come?
I can see wewe awake anytime in my head
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
From the lights to the pavement
From the van to the floor
From backstage to the doctor
From the earth to the morgue
Morgue.... Morgue.... Morgue
Well tonight, will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see wewe awake anytime in my head
All fall down, well after all....
Author's note: Can someone tell me what a mourge is?
the sword and the faith
Swelled up from the rain clouds
songesha like a wraith
Well after all, we'll lie another day.
And through it all we'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did wewe come to stare au wash away the blood?
Well tonight, well tonight will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead
Well tonight,will it ever come?
I can see wewe awake anytime in my head
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
From the lights to the pavement
From the van to the floor
From backstage to the doctor
From the earth to the morgue
Morgue.... Morgue.... Morgue
Well tonight, will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see wewe awake anytime in my head
All fall down, well after all....
Author's note: Can someone tell me what a mourge is?
Yeah!
Well let's go back to the middle of the siku that starts it all
I can't begin to let wewe know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
wewe and I
We'll fly home
Come on!
Well now I'm back in the middle of the siku that starts it all.
I can't begin to let wewe know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home,
wewe and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly that's what I alisema to her, what I alisema to her
Think happy thoughts [x8]
Think ha... wooo!
Well let's go back to the middle of the siku that starts it all
I can't begin to let wewe know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
wewe and I
We'll fly home
Come on!
Well now I'm back in the middle of the siku that starts it all.
I can't begin to let wewe know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home,
wewe and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly that's what I alisema to her, what I alisema to her
Think happy thoughts [x8]
Think ha... wooo!
The the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are wewe thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted wewe to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are wewe thinking of me?
Are wewe thinking of him?
wewe could say you're sorry
but I think wewe both should go
I just wanted wewe to know,
There's an aching in my heart
And there's a burden in my eyes.
I could get a new start
But I'd rather learn not try.
I could find a new place
Maybe no one knows my name
But I think it's just the thing.
Oh are wewe happy now
Now that wewe got
What wewe came for
Are you
Are wewe happy now
Now that wewe got
What wewe came for
Are wewe happy now?
Now that wewe got what wewe came for
Are wewe happy
Now!
Are wewe happy now?
Now that wewe got what wewe came fo
But you're beautiful to me.
Are wewe thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.
I would say I'm sorry
but I really need to go.
I just wanted wewe to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are wewe thinking of me?
Are wewe thinking of him?
wewe could say you're sorry
but I think wewe both should go
I just wanted wewe to know,
There's an aching in my heart
And there's a burden in my eyes.
I could get a new start
But I'd rather learn not try.
I could find a new place
Maybe no one knows my name
But I think it's just the thing.
Oh are wewe happy now
Now that wewe got
What wewe came for
Are you
Are wewe happy now
Now that wewe got
What wewe came for
Are wewe happy now?
Now that wewe got what wewe came for
Are wewe happy
Now!
Are wewe happy now?
Now that wewe got what wewe came fo