Novel & Cerita We Just Wanna Be Big Rockstars

Just us. BASTARD!!!

I appreciated the save, but the last thing I needed that night was another man dictating what I could and could not do. I slid off the stool, mumbling for him to watch my purse, and wove toward the pulsing chaos. Just beyond the bar, the dance floor throbbed with sweaty bodies grinding against one another under the relentless beat of loud pop music. For a fleeting moment, I envied their carefree abandon—no burdens heavier than the next song. On stage, strippers commanded attention, their oiled bodies moving like liquid seduction around the poles. I wanted to lose myself in whatever fantasy they were selling.

“Yeah, I promise. I’m good now, superstar.” Sliding my leg between his, I press myself flush against his side. “What does it feel like?” He peers down at me. I clear my throat and rephrase the question. “To be popular, I mean. To sing in front of so many people. To be part of a big boy band.”

I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy I see us written in the stars We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never Baby, nothing's ever, ever too far Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes Shining just the way we are I feel like we're forever every time we get together But whatever, let's get lost on Mars

This place is so crowded with unknown people. Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go I've seen it on TV, I know how it goes Even when you're angry, even when I'm cold Don't you ever leave me Don't leave me alone (Don't leave me alo-) Don't leave me a- A-a-lone, ah-ah A-a-lone, ah-ah The music is blasting and I can't help but to scorch closely to Kingstone. Luckily he let me smooch closer to him. He even wrap his arms around my waist. Gosh! This place is so wasted. Smoke everywhere, cars, girls, boys and people making out!

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us We didn't even know when we eventually fell asleep

“Kaylee?” I spoke softly as I tapped on her shoulder. She turned around to face me with an annoyed expression on her face. “What the hell do you want?” She asked me in an irritated tone. I wanna ride on a unicorn… But life’s not about what you want. It’s about what the universe thinks would be funny… Stupid universe! “I have something to tell you.” I told her. I glanced at her friends who were looking at me. “If you have a minute, can we talk? Privately?” I asked.

"We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall They say we got no no no no future at all They wanna ke-ke-keep us out, can't hold us down anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall." "When we hit bottom, nothin' gon' stop us Climb to the top with you-ou We could be the greatest, ones who never made it Ya I could be talking to you-ou They tryna hate hate hate But we won't change, change anything at all, oh We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall." I joined her and we both sang along together. "They think we're just drop-outs Living at our moms house Parents must be so proud

Maya tried to smile. “I figured you wouldn’t come to school today,” Kennedy said, stepping inside without waiting for permission. “The posts went viral last night. I thought you might need caffeine or a getaway car.” Maya’s stomach dropped. “It got that bad?” Kennedy nodded as she handed her one of the cups. “You and Zane were trending in our corner of the universe. Some girl on TikTok posted a whole slideshow. Music and everything.” Maya took a slow sip, letting the cold bitterness flood her mouth. It was better than letting her feelings rise.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.