Alright, I’ll probably leave some out, but these are the first that come to mind:
- All Choked Up by Say Anything
- On My Own by The Used
- Two-Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel
- Between the Bars - Elliott Smith
34. Do you have a crush on any band member?
God yes. I went through a Pete Wentz phase, then a Mikey Way phase, then a Bert McCracken phase (that I’m secretly still in, 6 years later). But for a general list: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Jemina Pearl, Coco Sumner, Quinn Allman, Max Bemis, the Quin twins, Nate Ruess, Anthony McMahon, and Andrew Volpe.
48. Your favorite musical artist when you were younger.
Britney Spears. Flawless bitch is flawless. My dad bought be the Hit Me Baby One More Time cassette tape. That’s how deep that was.
“I’m bored. Why didn’t we go to the hockey party like the rest of the school?” Tina crunched a handful of Doritos while flipping through the channels. They were gathered in Mercedes’ living room, drowning their boredom in junk food and bad television.
“Are you kidding me?” Finn threw her a dirty look before snatching the bag of chips out of her hands. “No way in hell I would party with those puckheads.” He gave Puck a quick fist-bump.
“Well what are we going to do tonight?” Quinn asked. “I need some fun.”
“We could play a game,” Joe suggested. “Charades?”
“Womp-womp. That’s boring as hell, dreadhead” Santana shouted from her spot next to Brittany on the floor. “How about Truth or Dare?”
A chorus of groans rose in protest. “We always play that,” Rachel stated. “I propose we play ‘Karaoke’. We pick out a selection of songs, preferably from the Broadway catalog that you would like for me to perform.”
The room was silent as everyone shot the brunette collective side-eye.
“Anyway,” Kurt said, choosing to ignore Rachel’s crazy. “I think Mercedes should decide. It’s her house after all.”
Mercedes, who’d been giggling quietly on the couch while Sam whispered in her ear suddenly snapped to attention. “What now?” she asked, playfully slapping Sam’s hand away as it crept up her thigh.
Santana rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Get a room you two.”
“It’s my house, Satan. All the rooms are mine.”
“Technically it’s your parents’ house,” Artie pointed out, earning him a hard glare.
“Mercy, we’re bored. Pick out a game.” Blaine said.
Mercedes waited for a beat, while Sam whispered something to her. Her eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly. “How about Monopoly?”