Just Two Words

Chapter 23

I spun on her. A bemused look was on my face as I stared at her.

'I'm observing this beautiful world. What the hell do you think I'm doing?'

"You sure it isn't your time of the month?" Grant asked me, narrowing his eyes.

I frowned, thinking about it.

"Oh my God, you actually had to think about it?" Eliot cried out.

'The body works in mysterious ways, Eliot. Like whatever possessed Matt and Casey...well, she's gonna be birthing something in nine months.'

Grant and Eliot were choking on air.

"You'd better not ever become a parent," Eliot managed.

'I wasn't planning on it, really.'

"OH MY GOD! You impregnated someone!?" Eliot shouted.

"Eli, I think he means he's not planning on becoming a parent in his future..." Grant exclaimed slowly.

"But-"

"He didn't impregnate someone..." He looked over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I don't think he did."

'Why would I do that?'

"You were drunk!" Tony chirped.

'No.'

"High?" Grant asked.

'NO!'

"Frisky!?" Eliot exclaimed.

'Gods, I'm scarred for life now. AND NO!!!'

"I really thought it was frisky..." Eliot sighed, dejected.

"Only you would think that, Eli," Grant patted him on the back.

"No. Tony was thinking it," Eliot corrected. Tony nodded.

'I'M DONE!' I signed, grabbing my guitar that I had set on the floor and walked out of the room. I hit the button then walked to the band studio.

I opened the door, then sat on the floor, flipping through the lyrics to 'Gold'.

I set up the mic. I tuned my guitar. Just as I was about to start, Eliot, Grant and Luke walked in the room. They quickly set up.

Luke and Grant started the beat.

"First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed,

But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings.

Only at first did it have its appeal,

But now you can't tell the false from the real.

Who can you trust?

Who can you trust?

When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold.

When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold.

Ooh, gold, woah [X4]

Statues and empires are all at your hands,

Water to wine and the finest of sands.

When all that you have's turnin stale and its cold,

Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold.

Who can you trust?

Who can you trust?

When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold.