Ma France à moi c'est pas la leur, celle qui vote extrême
Celle qui bannit les jeunes, anti-rap et pro-FN
Celle qui s'croit au Texas, celle qui a peur de nos bandes
Celle qui vénère Sarko, intolérante et gênante
(…) Et qui prétend s'être fait baiser par l'arrivée des immigrés
Celle qui pue le racisme mais qui fait semblant d'être ouverte
Cette France hypocrite qui est peut être sous ma fenêtre
Celle qui pense que la police a toujours bien fait son travail
(…) Non, c'est pas ma France à moi, cette France profonde
Alors peut être qu'on dérange mais nos valeurs vaincront
Et si on est des citoyens, alors aux urnes la jeunesse
Ma France à moi leur tiendra tête, jusqu'à ce qu'ils nous respectent
Puedes hacerte adicto a cierta clase de tristeza,
como resignarte al final,
siempre el final.
Así que cuando nos dimos cuenta que no teníamos sentido,
bueno, dijiste que todavía podíamos ser amigos,
pero admitiré que me alegré de que se acabara.
Pero no tenías que cortar todos los lazos conmigo,
hacer como que nunca hubiera pasado,
y que no fuimos nada,
y ni siquiera necesito tu amor,
pero me tratas como a un extraño,
y eso resulta tan duro.
#21 montyxreader where theres a party at bryce's and they're playing beer pong and she wants to play too,but bc they've never seen her play before everyone including monty are like "are you sure you know how to play" and she just rolls her eyes at them and completely beats their asses,so evry1 is flabbergasted (especially monty) and shes all smug and stuff
Thanks for the request! Enjoy (: x
#21: “High five!”
The music was blaring through the speakers, some type of heavy bass song filling the entire backyard - and probably the neighbourhood. Cans of beer littered the ground and discarded pieces of clothing lined the pool. It was another one of Bryce’s parties, full of drunk teenagers and the lingering smell of marijuana.
You walked back into the backyard from using the bathroom, your eyes resting on the beer pong table that currently had your boyfriend and his friends surrounding it. You grinned to yourself, heading over.
“Can I play?”
The boys looked to you, their faces twisting into questioning looks. “Are you serious?” Zach asked you, making you narrow your eyes at him.
“Yeah, babe, you’ve never played before.” Monty pitched in. You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at the disbelieving group of boys.
“I’ve never played in front of you.” You countered. “So, lets go.”
You stepped toward the table that was covered in spilt beer and red solo cups. You held your hand out to Justin, in whom was holding the ping pong ball. He smirked, dropping the sticky ball into your hand. Ew.
Y+ou were on Monty’s team, versing a questioning Zach and an almost proud Bryce. Justin was the referee, shaking his head at your theatrics and mouthing to Zach and Bryce that they’ll win. Except he didn’t mouth it, and didn’t care that you heard him say it.
“Shut up, Justine.”
He glared at you. You offered him a confident smile, turning to face Monty, in whom just shrugged his shoulders and let you stand in position.
“Are you sure you even know how to play?” Bryce questioned, a beer in his hand.
You got into position at the end of your side of the table, one foot in front of the other as you angled yourself sightly sideways, you lined yourself up, locking your eyes onto a target cup before lifting your arm and gently throwing the ping pong ball towards one of Bryce and Zach’s cups. You watched as it went straight in, the satisfying sound of it hitting the cool beer made you grin widely and jump up.
“In your faces!” You shouted, spinning around to give Monty a giant hug. He laughed loudly at your reaction, stepping forward to take his turn.
“Wait, wait,”Justin chimed in. “As chairman of this table, and referee by choice, I therefore declare that Y/N got that in from beginners luck, and shall have another go.”
Monty gave you the ball, and stepped behind you, slapping your bum on the way past. Justin gagged, and the others told you to hurry up. You sighed, but laughed, and lined yourself up again, throwing the ball and having it bounce off the rim and into another cup.
You squealed in delight, turning to face a surprised Monty. “High five!” You shouted, holding your hand up in order for it to be slapped by Monty’s palm. He held up both hands, going in for a high ten.
Justin made you go again, and again, and again, until you had won the game and embarrassed not only himself, but his friends in whom he was supposed to be supporting more.
Monty shouted his support, picking you up and spinning you around. Apparently there was a $100 bet on this game, and you had just won it for Monty. So you shouted in Zach’s face, holding your hand out to collect the cash before handing it to Monty.