Song used: watch?v=Rq908dPC-zU It's easier to understand than the lyrics I wrote here, too, mostly because of the spacing. Anyone know how to get rid of the double? And I spent 30 minutes on it, too...

Also, you'll only get Cinnamon's first line if you look up the song Honey's singing. It's called "Love Can Wait" and it's awesome... ;D


"If love is a feelin', Then I don't want it," I sang quietly, grinning to myself. I was blasting my iPod and darting around the room, pouring things into a soap mold.

"Hey, Honey Mitchell," Cinnamon said from where she was sketching on the bottom bunk, "think we could change the song? It's been on loop for twenty minutes."

I sighed, trying not to smile at the nickname. "Fine." I walked over to the dock, which was sitting on the nightstand, and changed it to "No Air". Surprisingly, the original version.

Cinnamon rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything, going back to her sketching. I evened out the top of my mixture and put the mold in the fridge before floating over to her.

"What'cha drawin'?" I asked, trying to look over her shoulder.

She held the paper so I couldn't see what was on it. "A surprise. Now go make some bracelets. You're five behind schedule."

I sighed, but ran over to the dresser, pulled out a few spools of yarn, and started weaving.

I looked over at the clock. 7 pm on a Friday and I was sitting in my room, playing with yarn. I was either a cat or had no life. Even if I was ten.

"Cinnamon, do you wanna do something?" I asked, not looking up.

"Not really," she said. I heard the eraser tapping on the paper and knew she was almost done.

"Whenever you finish your picture?" I kept weaving.

"Maybe." She was scratching at the paper again. The song changed to "Science Fiction Double Feature".

"But he told us where we stand," I sang to myself, setting my barely-started bracelet down. I got up, walked over to my iPod, and hit next. It was on shuffle, but I smiled, automatically recognizing the song. I went back to my chair, picked up my bracelet, and pulled my tongue away from my teeth as I hissed through them, making a rhythmic sound that very vaguely resembled dry ice.

"Ice ice baby," Cinnamon half-whispered along.

I grinned and quietly sang along with the boys as she repeated the line.

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Ice ice baby"

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Ice ice baby"

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Ice ice baby," she repeated again, this time smiling to herself.

"Let's kick it," I said along to the song, dropping my bracelet to the ground as I started singing.

"Pressure pushin' down on me

Pressin' down on you, no man ask for"

"Ice ice baby," she sang again as I kept singing.

"Under pressure that burns the building down

Splits the family in two, puts people on streets"

I dropped out, knowing Cinnamon was going to start. I was right.

"It's the terror of knowing what this world is about," she sang, smiling, her gaze slowly rising off of the paper.

"Watchin' some good friends screaming 'Get me out!'"

I realized I'd missed my cue. I didn't care what she said, she could sing. She wasn't incredible, but she was good. I took the next line, only cutting her off because I knew her range was too low for it.

"Pray tomorrow takes me higher"

She joined back in, matching the previously-missed duet on the track.

"Pressure on people, people on streets"

I picked up the bass line again.

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Ice ice baby," she sang as I kept going.

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum dum da da dum dum"

She gave me a look to let me know she was giving me the next part, but sang her line again first.

"Ice ice baby"

I tried not to gulp and just took a deep breath before the next part as she did some quiet runs.

"Alright, stop, collaborate and listen

Ice is back with a brand new invention

Somethin' grabs ahold of me tightly

Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop, yo, I don't know

Turn off the lights, ha, and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle"

Cinnamon stood up and took over, grinning as I backed her up. Her rapping was way better than mine.

"Dance, boom rush a speaker that booms

I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it you better gang way

You better hit the bull's-eye, the kids don't play

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ resolves it"

I took it back, happy we were singing again.

"Why can't we give ourselves one more chance?"

Cinnamon took the next line.

"Why can't we give love one more chance?"

I joined back in.

"Why can't we give love

Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?"

I dropped out again, letting her sing alone.

"'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the edge of the light"

I joined back in, at the right time this time.

"And love dares you to change our way

Of caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure"

I took up the bass line one last time.

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Ice ice baby," she edged in.

"Dum dum dum da da dum dum"

"Under pressure," she sang.

"Dum dum dum dum da da dum dum

Dum dum dum da da dum dum"

Cinnamon grabbed the last line, grinning.

"Ice ice baby"

She half-collapsed back on the bed, laughing. "Oh, that was fun."

"Yeah," I said, giggling, as "11 Out of 10" started playing. "You need to sing more."

She rolled her eyes. "You already forced me to join chorus. How much singing do you want me to do?" She paused, but not long enough for me to answer. "Hey, isn't that supposed to be student-run this semester?"

"Yep!" I said happily, going back to my weaving.

"You're gonna be taking over, aren't you?" she asked, almost monotone, leaning up on her elbows and looking over at me.

"Yep!" I repeated in the exact same tone.

She rolled her eyes again, picked up her paper, and went back to her drawing.

"I'm gonna go find… someone," I said, setting my bracelet down again. "Someone who'll actually do something with me."

"As long as 'someone' is a girl, go ahead," she said, not looking up.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "Whatever you say, Mom."

She looked up at me, fake-smiling widely. "And make sure you have fun, sweetheart!"

I giggled. "Alright, I'm leaving now."

"Bye-bye," she sang quietly, waving, her eyes back on her paper.

"Later," I said, slipping out and not bothering to lock the door behind me.

Now I just had to think of who to look for.