I'm so sorry for this. Dead girl walking popped on and I died a little inside.... so I wrote this.
Warnings: Sort of sexual and cursing.
Ages: 17.
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Kyle's POV.

"Oh I love this one."

He grabs the microphone, smiling at everyone. I roll my eye.

"The demon queen of high school has decreed it: She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted. They'll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall!Thirty hours to live— How shall I spend them?" He sings, purposely going up in an almost innocent way, honestly don't know if it's only me that finds that to sound innocent.

"I don't have to stay and die like cattle, I could change my name and ride up to Seattle! But I don't own a motorbike.... Wait—here's an option that I like:," he sings.

"Spend these thirty hours gettin' freakay! Yeah!" He sings, going down again. It does give a nice feel to it.

"I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walkin'! I'm in your yard, I'm a dead girl walkin'! Before they punch my clock, I'm snappin' off your window lock! Got no time to knock, I'm a dead girl walking," He sing.

He looks at me.

"Veronica? What are you doing in my room?" I ask, winking at him.

"Shh."

He starts grinning. Oh now it's not pretentious anymore.

"Sorry, but I really had to wake you.... See, I decided I must ride you till I break you! 'Cause Heather says I gots to go, you're my last meal on death row! Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!"

Oh never mind, it's just a different kind of pretentious.

"Come on! Tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead girl walkin'."

Oh shit this is weird.

"Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walkin'."

Is it even pretentious or is he really trying something?

"Let's go, you know the drill. I'm hot and pissed and on the pill."

It's still somehow adorable.

"Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!"

He is changing his face, posture, everything.... that's nice.

"And you know, you know, you know... it's 'cause you're beautiful."

He literally is looking more innocent for this part.

"You say you're numb inside but I can't agree! So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there."

He looks at me again, oh so he wants me to do that part constantly. Works for me.

"In here it's beautiful."

He changes his posture to this more relaxed one.

"Let's make this beautiful!"

"That works for me! Whoop."

He winks.

"Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walkin'!"

"How'd you find my address?"

"Let's break the bed!"

He gets up close to the mic.

"Rock this dead girl walkin'!"

"I think you tore my mattress!"

Wait wait, I just realised what that indicates. HOW DOES ONE TORE THE MATTRESS WITHOUT SCISSORS? SHEETS, SURE, that's rough but I'll take it. THE MATTRESS?

"No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew."

"Okay, okay."

"Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!"

"Okay, okay."

I'm still shook at the fact the song implies... that the girl, without much muscle, can tore a MATTRESS.

"Slap me! Pull my hair!"

He does the same thing again.

"Touch me!"

He counts with his fingers. I nod and when it's at zero, both of us sing,

"There and there and there!"

He smiles again.

"And no more talkin'."

"Whoa-oh-oh-oh!"

"Love this dead girl walkin'!"

"Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!"

"Love this dead girl!"

He gets out of being so close to the mic.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!"

"Love this dead girl. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Ow!"

"Yeah!"

He smiles and jumps off the stage, giving the microphone to the next person.

"Okay... I'm still bothered by one line."

"Which one?"

"The one about tearing a mattress."

"Wanna try if it's possible?"

"I honestly doubt that it is."

"Hey you can always try."

He smiles yet again, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

"Let's go."

"Your home?"

"For sure."

"Want me to break in?"

We both start laughing.

"I would call the police on your ass."

"Welp. That's nice to know."

I get his hand and opening the door, leaving the school thing.

"It's late," he says.

I laugh.

"Sure is... but it is nice."

He nods and we start walking down the road for a while. Rednecks are asleep, I can tell by the fact they aren't coming to tell us how to live our life.

"I love you."

He smiles.

"Love you too."

I take my keys at the sight of my home, smiling and opening the door for him ones we're there. He gets in, smiling. I get in behind him, closing the door behind myself.

"You're so amazing."

He laughs, taking my hands.

"If I'm amazing, you're out of this world."

I roll my eyes and lean down slightly to kiss him. I swear, it's annoying being taller. When even Token, the tallest kid outside of me, is just half an inch taller than me.

"My room?"

He laughs.

"You know me."

I give him by hand and we go upstairs, going to my room. My parents are out, drinking. I know because mom would normally be pissed Kenny's here. But just in case, I lock the door... closing my eyes for a minute.

"So you wanna test if it's possible to tear a mattress?"

"I swear.... it's not, I can't see many ways without you taking something sharp to rip it."

"But we can always try."

I laugh.

"I mean, we can. But I believe it might be impossible to do that."

He rolls his eyes.

"But impossible isn't a word I have in my dictionary."

"Of course. You're determined."

He laughs and grabs my hand, getting me on the bed. I laugh at the angle.

"C'mon, can't I just do this?"

"Normally, yeah, but I'm mainly looking to test if tearing the mattress is actually possible."

"Oh this is gonna hurt."

"Don't like that?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

He laughs yet again and finally kisses me again.