Music Shuffle

Bits Before: Prompt: Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble.

Slight mature content for a few of the entries. It... happens when I'm writing at night.

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7 Days – Craig David

Monday: He saw her for the first time.  She ordered the soy green tea latte. He smiled his best smile, while she merely nodded at him, rushing off in a hurry.

Tuesday: She came into the shop again, this time with her friends. She smiled back this time.

Wednesday: He bumped into her in the train. He greeted her, and she looked at him with askance in her eyes, backing away slightly.

Thursday: She said, “Oh, I saw you in the train yesterday!”

Friday: He introduced himself. She returned the gesture.

Saturday: He waited for her. She didn’t come.

Sunday: Still nothing. He sighed each time he made a soy green tea latte to other customers.

Monday: “Hello again,” she greeted, a smile on her face.

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Your Love is My Drug— Ke$ha

She gasped loudly as he held on to her hips and pushed himself into her. Her eyes rolled back as she released a pent-up moan, and with his half-lidded eyes, he looked at her with a smirk. God, she looked so sexy, she sounded so good, she felt so perfect.

The moved, hard, pumping, not stopping, their passion filling the empty grimy public toilet.

They both needed it, they didn’t care when and where.

Addicted to it, always needing more, more, more.

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Something Super— Yuna

She looked back at the thousands of people, an unfamiliar feeling consuming her, like a tsunami wave crashing down on a small city. When did she even imagine that she would even be in this place? To perform in front of people, thousands of people, all cheering for her.

She was nothing more than a quiet student once, with just a slight passion for songwriting. When did the singing happen? When did performing happen? But you know what? She loved this.

She picked up the microphone and grinned at the cheering crowd.

“You guys are SUPER!” she yelled.

Anyone can be super.

Even a quiet student like her.

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It’s OK—Vanessa Hudgens

“You’ve hurt yourself again…” You didn’t sound angry, or accusing, or judgemental. You sounded sad. Why are you sad? I’m the one bleeding my life away. I’m the one who’s constantly hurting myself, breaking other people’s expectations and hope; so why the fuck are you sad?

“Hey,” you say, gently, sitting down next to me on the cold floor, “It’s gonna be okay, you know. You got me. You always have me.”

“It’s going to be alright.”

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Carwash— Christina Aguilera

The car was gleaming when he was finished with it. He wiped his sweat with his sleeve and grinned at his work. That was two hours worth of waxing and scrubbing, and the results were nothing less than perfect.

The owner returned and that grin that instantly appeared on his face showed that he loved the job well done. He wouldn’t admit it, but as the car owner was stroking the hood of the car, he actually felt pride. The owner sat in his car seat, and paid a full payment, in cash, saying that he had an extra tip.

He beckoned him closer so he was bending near the car window.

He pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Then he drove off.

You don’t know who’ll you meet in the carwash

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Autumn Leaves— Ed Sheeran

Nothing’s complicated when you’re a child.

They both laid down on the ground, watching the autumn leaves float down, one by one by one. They both were tired out by jumping all over the piles of leaves and stepping onto each cracking leaf. Everything’s so simple then.

Nothing’s that simple now. Now that she and her twin had grown up. Adult life has no time for stuff like that anymore.

But then…

She opened the door, and deliberately stepped onto a leaf, listening to that satisfying crunch.

She grinned, and ran over to the pile of leaves.

And jumped into it.

She laughed and laughed as she lied down on the ground, watching the autumn leaves float down, one by one by one.

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Bits After: Ngl, Carwash was fun to write, but unlike heterosexual-centric writings, the pronouns for that was hard.

-22 Feb 2013