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Summary: Dorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdork Mira you are such a DORK! Well, this is an… H/T… song fic, to the song Hurricane by Panic! […]

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Dorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdork Mira you are such a DORK! Well, this is an… H/T… song fic, to the song Hurricane by Panic! At the Disco. But it’s also a little Trouble/OC…. But… spoilers XD Ok Mira, on with teh story!

Commander Kelp nearly sighed with releaf as the work day was finished. Holly listened at the door as he talked to himself. “I officially need a bath….” He muttered. Holly nearly giggled like a schoolgirl as she imagined her commander in the bath of all places… she shook her head, get that thought of of your head and your mind out of the gutter, woman!

Are you worth your weight in gold?

Cause your behind my eyelids when I’m all alone

Hey, stranger, I want you, to catch me like a cold.

You got both of your guns, when you shoot I think I die.

 

Trouble was content, lounging on his couch. He closed his eyes remembering, with an odd fondness, his Academy and late high-school days. And a certain girl he had… loved? During that period, he had a girlfriend, and worst enemy, known as Sarina Song. Ahh, Sarina and her pepperspray, which for some reason she had named Nancy. He sneezed slightly, as his phone rung.

I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.

We said no more war, no more clothes!

Give me peace.

Oh kiss me!

“Commander, we have something you should look into….” He sighed, and got dressed again. During the car ride he partially relived the night after prom, that was particularly fun, if not… awkward.

Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!

Drop our anchors in the storm.

Hey! They will never be the same,

Fighting abreast to keep us warm.

Cause they know, I know

That they don’t look like me.

Oh, they know, I know

That they don’t sound like me.

Trouble got out of his car. A raindrop hit his nose, Foaly had made Weathernet (TM), a piece of technology that sense the weather and time above ground and mimicked it. Trouble didn’t know how it worked and he didn’t care. It was a crime scene, murder, Trouble guessed, from the blood on the ground. The officers parted to let him through. The body itself was covered with a tarp. “Who is it?” The officer silently removed the tarp. Trouble’s breath caught in his throat. Hautingly familiar bright blue eyes stared blanking at nothing, the wound came from a bullet wound in her throat. “You know her sir?” He remembered everything, their whirl-wind romance, and hurricane of hatred after. He could’ve known her longer if he had tried harder….

You’ll dance to anything!

You’ll dance to anything!

Oh I confess, I confess, to the room we’re a mess.

 

“Her name is… was… Sarina Song, she was a PI, and she was one of my best friends.” And Trouble turned and walked away, lost in a memory. “Come on Trouble!” The girl, Sarina cried. Her long red-brown hair was tied up, and her bright blue eyes were sparkling and happy. It was the night of the prom. Three days later Trouble would break up with her. “I’m coming!” He had said, getting up with a groan. It had been late when that happened. The pair had danced slowly and kissed for the… fifth, sixth…? Time that night. Trouble shook his head and woke up long enough to unlock the door to his flat and slump on the couch. To his surprise, tears ran down his cheeks. She had loved to dance.

Cause we didn’t come and speak to me,

Or put my heart at ease.

And I believe that half the time

I am a wolf among the sheep

Gnawing at the wool over my eyes.

It was the next day. Trouble walked blankly into the Plaza and just did the bare minimum he could. Holly just watched from the door, to scared to look in. That evening Trouble had just about everything from Sarina’s office in his, he had found another picture. The new girl walked down the hallway, nervous, but determined. Her red-brown her was shoulder length, and her skirt, in Trouble’s opinion, was too long. “Look at her,” one of his friends, Ash, said. Trouble nodded. He really fell in love with her when he saw her bright blue eyes. He thought they would be forever then, how wrong was he.

I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.

We said no more war, no more clothes!

Give me peace.

Oh kiss me!

The restaurant was full and lit by candles, it’s romantic atmosphere tempered by nothing. Even the shy Sarina Song couldn’t help but smile. It was outside that Trouble really loved though. He had just paid for dinner, and they were standing awkwardly outside. “Should I walk you home?” He asked. “No, my dad would be so freaked out,” Sarina had said with a laugh, then she had kissed him. Now sh realized that was the worst idea she had ever had.

Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!

Drop our anchors in the storm.

Hey! They will never be the same,

Fighting abreast to keep us warm.

Cause they know, I know

That they don’t look like me.

Oh, they know, I know

That they don’t sound like me.

You’ll dance to anything!

You’ll dance to anything!

You’ll dance to anything!

You’ll dance to anything!

 

Well it’s not my fault you had to go make out with Hayly Lawrince!” She had yelled. Trouble had sighed, tried to make excuses, every trick in the book. She had hated him every since. When Trouble looked up, he saw the time, and realized who he had wasted his life on. A high school romance who hadn’t said a kind word since the last year. When he looked up, he saw Holly Short at the door.

Fix me, or conflict me.

I’ll take anything.

Fix me, or just conflict me.

Cause I’ll take anything.

“Hey Trouble?” She had asked. “Yeah?” She started to blush now. “Do… do you wanna go out sometime?” He was surprised for a little bit, then it made sense. “Of course… Holly….”
Around a corner a girl with red-brown hair and bright blue eyes, who was very much alive, smiled….

 

Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in the storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
Fighting abreast to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don’t look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don’t sound like me.

You’ll dance to anything!
You’ll dance to anything!


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  1. “Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!/Drop our anchors in the storm.”

    *cries* T-That…was beautiful! The story flowed. Some spelling errors, but the grammar was flawless. The songfic became blocky at times, but it was overall, very nice. Great job! Four stars.

  2. Awesome, Mira! But I feel like Holly’s acted stalker-ish. Oh well, no big deal. The whole thing was smooth, flowing, beautiful. And is Sarina actually alive?

    TROUBLE/HOLLY YOU JERK! YOU HAVEN’T SAID A KIND WIRD TO THE OTHER IN OVER A YEAR? Wow, I’m really sorry about the caps.

    Oh, FS, since you didn’t take it, FCD!

  3. That really was beautiful, I really could’nt find any mistackes. I giv you five stars, no five lollypops! I’m putting this as one of my favorites!

    *Wipes tear off of cheek* 🙂

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