One, two, three, four
Don't leave me tongue tied
Let's stay up all night
I'll get real high
Slumber party; pillow fight

The light breeze blowing my hair in my face added with the sun, which is too bright for my liking, is what I am blaming for missing the wicket. Cursing lightly under my breath, I watch as my red ball makes contact with Frank’s yellow one, pushing it forward just a little. I’m off my game today.

“Thanks Amber,” Frank smiles, going to take his turn. He hits the ball and sends it flying through the next two wickets.

Sighing, I swing the mallet over my shoulder, watching as the lacrosse player’s march onto the field right next to ours. They’ll try and show off, to prove that they’re better than us, but in truth, their not. By trying to show off they just look like stuck up pricks.

As I continue to watch, I notice that not a single player is carrying out a helmet. Frank must have held up his end of the bargain he made with Gerard earlier today. As the team captain spots Gerard he takes off, sending his muscled body into Gerard’s lanky one.

I close my eyes, shaking my head as Mikey rests his arm on my shoulder, his cheek resting on my head. I told Gerard what he did was stupid and they would figure it out, but I guess it doesn’t really faze Gee. All he does is stand up, smile stupidly, brushing the grass off of himself.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Gerard laughs, leaning on his mallet.

“I told you it would happen dip shit,” I grumble.

“I’m fucking tired of those jocks thinking they can stomp all over us,” Frank says walking over to me, Gerard with him.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we can do anything about it,” Mikey answers; playing with random strands of hair that blow up in his face because of this wind.

“Who says?” I question, feeling some sort of power bubble up inside me. We’ve take the jocks shit for long enough. I won’t take it any longer. We should fight back; show them that although we might be dorkie, awkward, and a little scrawny it doesn’t mean we can’t put up a good fight. I want to fight.

“We don’t stand a chance against those guys, have you seen them?” questions Ray, holding his mallet out in front of him by both ends.

“The first lacrosse game of the season is in a week. We’ve got to come up with a song before then. I’ll tell you the rest later tonight at my house,” I state with a wicked smile, getting a little too excited about this whole thing.

“You want us to come up with a song in less than a week?” Gerard, who I know has been working on songs, asks.


“Won’t be too hard, you’ve got a good start, show it to Frank, Ray and Mikey and get them started on their parts. Once they’ve got all that figured out I can put in the drums. I’ll talk to Bob about getting it recorded. That’s all you have to worry about right now,” I instruct before taking my mallet and hitting the nearest croquet ball to me, sending it flying through the air.

Three cheers for fucking sweet revenge.
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As we all gather around my large TV it would appear to anyone outside, looking in, that we are six friends getting ready for movie night. That is the farthest thing from what we are doing. We’ve got a revenge plan to configure.

“Alright, Amber, oh brilliant one, tell use your evil plan,” Frank says, sitting on the arm of the couch, rubbing his fingerless glove covered hands together.

“So, first off, we’ve got to record that song we’re are working on. Bob agreed to help with that. We then have to figure out a way to play it across the school’s loud speakers. Then, at the lacrosse game it’ll be up to you guys…take out the mascot. Without the mascot the team falls apart. They’ll have to retaliate. Frank, you’ll need to borrow the school’s croquet equipment just incase the jocks get more violent that I expect. I’ll try to be there for the show down, but I will have to cheer,” I explain quickly, getting a few odd looks.

“You realize we’re all going to get suspended or expelled and Gerard and Frank won’t’ be able to graduate,” Bob says, eyeing me like I’ve gone completely mad. He’s decided to sit in for our meeting; mainly because he’s worried we’re all going to do something stupid.

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. Amber, you’re a fucking genius,” Frank says, leaning over and giving me a hug.

“Not like I was gonna graduate anyway,” Gerard shrugs.

Bob frowns, “I don’t think this is a good idea.

“Whatever, Bob,” I shrug as he leaves the room, probably to go do homework or something.

“I love you, Amber,” Frank whispers in my ear, kissing my jaw.

“Love you too, Frank. I just hope it works,” I mumble eyeing the television. We could have a movie night. It could be like a band tradition. Every Monday we could have movie night at someone’s house. It would give us even more of a sense of family and friendship.

“You guys wanna watch some Dawn of the Dead?” I question, reaching for it on the shelf. I’d watched it just a few days ago while I was home alone.

“Fuck yeah.” Mikey, Ray and Gerard exclaim, jumping up into the air.

Frank just smiles, “Your house smells like baked goods.”

I giggle, pulling all four of my very best friends into a hug. I'm glad I stayed alive.

Notes

Song: Tongue Tied by Grouplove