THE FIRST KID

THE FIRST KID

Chapter 2: Midnight in Chelsea

A/N I do not own All-American Girl nor do I own the characters. This fanfic follows the story but is written from a different perspective, which is David’s point of view. Thank you for the reviews, they encouraged me to update. Really, they did. (hahah!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter (it’s a sort of random one), I put up a little more effort on this one (writing in a boy’s point of view is hard work…for me, at least)

“See you on Thursday, David” Susan said with a smile. I smiled back and waved. There was something in Susan’s expression that said I know you enjoyed today’s class.

I don’t know if she could read my mind or something. Did she notice I couldn’t help laughing earlier?

I really think so.

John and I were walking out of the building when I realized I’m in need of new CDs, badly. I looked up at John--he’s a little bit taller than me, he’s around 6’5 when I’m about 6 flat--and made one corner of my mouth go up. He knew what I wanted to do.

“10 minutes, you’re father will be looking for you” He said coolly, and we walked up to Static. Static’s the nearest music store around the vicinity, very near to the White House so going here wasn’t any problem. Of course, someone has to go with me. But I guess I’m used to it now, my father’s been in position for a year and a half already.

I started browsing around the music shelves, looking for something worth listening to (and hopefully something I could afford) as I’ve bought almost every single CD in the ska genre here already. Specifically No Doubt. I’m Static’s number one loyal customer.

I kept browsing for about 5 minutes when I already found something I want. Jon Bon Jovi. The album has the song “Midnight in Chelsea”. I thought I heard this song before… the one with shalalala shalala shalalala shalala. I brought out the CD and started to listen to it with the gigantic headphones they have.

Yup, I heard the shalalala shalala. This was the one. I put the CD back to its case and went up to the counter.

Stacy, the part-time cashier, looked up at me and grinned. “Ahhh… finally, something un-ska related” She looked down “I was beginning to think you wont come back up here once you’ve find out that we’re sold out with everything ska.” I then smirked at her, and she started blushing. Great, another redhead.

Why are they always doing that?

It was an uncomfortable moment, she then started to become completely silent. How very unusual of her, she was always babbling everytime I came here. She’s very pretty but she isn’t the type I would want to date. Rather, she’s the type I’d most certainly like to be friends with.

I was holding the door handle, about to go outside, when she said “Come back soon!”

She had obviously regained her voice again. I thought that the friendly thing to do was to smile and wave. She looked pleased. John was already waiting outside the door for me, his face smug. I hated his expression, he always felt superior with his black suit and shades. He’s obviously imagining himself as part of the Men In Black. I sniggered at the thought then. He obviously noticed because he glared right at me.

Seriously, he should get used to me picking on him half of the time we’re together. And by “the time we’re together”, I mean 24/7. I mean, he’s been my bodyguard for 18 months already! He obviously doesn’t have a sense of humour.

Why didn’t I get a better body guard?

The limo was already parked in front of us. I got in and put on my seatbelt while John went around the driver’s side. As soon as he was in, he asked me his usual question “Buckled up?” to which I replied my usual “Yeah”.

I gave him my CD and said “Can you put it to Track 6?” He was surprised when he saw the CD case. I could tell he was thinking “Thank God, no more wretched Ska”

“Sure.”

And Bon Jovi’s voice filled the entire car. I was surprised to see John bobbing his head as soon as the first lines were sang; he also started mouthing when the song got to the chorus. It's midnight in Chelsea shalalala shalala.

I was wide-eyed. Surprised.

I started laughing, loud. To my surprise, he didn’t feel insulted at all. Not even a trace of it. Actually, he started laughing too and kept on mouthing the lyrics throughout the rest of the song.

I am never listening to Bon Jovi with him ever again.

A/NSo, does David sound like a boy now? snigger Yeah, I know completely random chapter. Oh yeah, and don’t worry about the Stacy thing, he isn’t going to end up with her. Hahahahaha. David is obviously a heartthrob but he’s quite oblivious to the fact. Anyway, REVIEW please!

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