This is a thing I wrote as part of a project my friend and I are working on; the idea is to take several of our favorite songs, in this case 'Get Warmer' by Bomb the Music Industry!, and convert them into stories/art pieces. I'm doing the writing, and he's doing the artwork for each story. Maybe when he's done with the artwork, I'll post it up along with this. I know this is pretty short, but for now, enjoy. This is just a warm up for later stories to come. Teehee.
Let me know if I've broken any rules or anything.
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WINTER:
The van kinda rocked back and forth down the road and the guys kinda laughed out loud at a joke somebody told. The head lights painted a bright vision of their immediate future, told them where they might end up if they took this turn or that one. In the distance you could see the lights of the town they all came from and the places they all knew so well. Twinkling like ambient orange and white lights.
Even though the group of teenage boys was piled into the van, each was bundled up against the cold weather. Despite this, a window was rolled down so someone up front could flick cigarette ashes. They all sang along to loud music that they loved, blaring from the speakers, music they had learned together over the course of over a year or so.
Snow had draped itself over everything, was glowing orange under fluorescent highway street lamps by the side of the road. This caused everybody in the van to feel stiff and frigid all through the Winter. Later they'd all talk it over, decide their bad moods had been a result of the snow. Even later they'd think about it on their own time and realize it hadn't been the weather upsetting them at all.
Back at home they all tried their best to keep warm in a basement where the heat was always broke. They told more jokes and talk about music and politics, life in general. One of them strummed a guitar and pretty soon they were all singing along again, singing to a song they'd all listened to not even an hour ago in the van.
SUMMER:
The group of young guys were back out on the road in their van that Summer, all the windows down and the wind whipping through their hair with such force that it forced them to squint to see. The bright blazing sun shone its light along the compact streets of their hometown, opened up seemingly hundreds of possibilities of places for them to go that day. Houses rushed by the van's open windows in a blur, created a tapestry of memories that were swiftly locked away.
A cigarette butt was flicked out onto the street and carried away by the powerful wind outside the van. Windows rolled down, music blaring, the small group laughed to itself in private jokes that few would understand outside their friendship. No one else needed to understand. Ambitions and dreams be damned, this was life! Town whizzed by in an instant outside, like so much else in their lives had before.
Someone said something that interrupted the song they were singing, caused those inside the van to erupt with laughter. To outsiders they must have looked like such a nuisance, like angry teenagers being rowdy and rude. But you could tell if you looked closer that that wasn't true. The guys were just having fun, riding around to pass the time until someone could think of something for them to do.
Heat eventually got to all of them when they ended up at the lake playing music. The world was rich with light now even as clouds rose and the sun set. The guys all sweat right through their clothes, were made to feel stifled and hot by the intense sun. Later they'd all hang out and complain about the lack of air conditioning, blame their stuffy moods on it. Even later they'd think about it on their own time and realize it hadn't been the weather upsetting them after all.
Even though a lot had changed for the group over the course of a few months, a lot seemed to be the same. They still had a good group of friends to hang out with during the Winter and Summer months, still had houses and families to go home to when they got tired of time spent with friends. They still stressed about things, big and small, that they had and hadn't done. And they still had the van, driving them forward whenever they felt stuck in time.
So maybe it sucked when the snow fell and no one felt like going outside, or when the sun beat down hard and made everything hot and tiring for everyone. Through it all the guys still stayed good friends. They hung on to the music they all loved and, later, they'd blame their bad moods on broken promises and bad dreams, or boredom. They'd each admit even later that, through it all, everything had been okay this year.
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