Chapter 18: Flashback #4
“I fucking hate your music, babe.” She smiled.
“What? Come one, it’s not that bad.”
“Oh, yes it is. The straight edge punk movement has to be the lamest excuse to keep conservative ideals while attempting to still look cool. It’s like my dad wearing his tasteless glam-rock shirts from the eighties.”
“Okay, fine, what would you have me listen to?”
“I don’t know…You should get into post-hardcore.”
“You mean that screamo stuff? That’s a bit much for my blood.” Owen said doubtfully.
“Shut up, and no, mortal, it’s pleasant to listen to. Bands like… La Dispute and Touché Amoré. ”
“I swear you just made both of those up.”
“No, I did not. And after that we’re going to turn you into a full on scene kid.”
“I swear, sometimes I don’t know if I’m your puppet or your boyfriend.”
“I like to think you’re flexible that way. But seriously. You’ll like them. And if you don’t, I ’ll make it up to you by molesting you for every minute you wasted on my rubbish suggestions.”
“I can’t even tell you how bad you’re losing out on this deal. No matter how good they music is, I’m still going to say they’re rubbish just so you’ll feel me up.”
“And you sure do enjoy me feeling you up. So here’s my ultimatum. Listen to those bands or I’ll never feel you up again.” She smiled.
“Maybe if you kiss me now I’ll be slightly more inclined to give them a try.”
Lisa kissed Owen softly…
Then Owen awoke with a start… He found himself suddenly wide awake, sitting upright. His phone’s built in alarm screamed next to him.