OK, since I am just OH SO NICE, I will go ahead and post part two now...just remember, I DO NOT HAVE A PART 3. As soon as I have it, I will post it.
But, if you have any ideas for what I could use as Nick's song...based on the songs I used for Kevin and Joe, please pass them on. I am looking for, preferably, a country song that is humorous that has something to do with something about Nicholas.
Anyway...Part TWO...Joe's part...using the song The Chicks Dig It, sung by Chris Cagle.
CHICKS DIG IT
Sung by Chris Cagle
Hey yall watch this!
Daddy’s belt, mamas drapes
Standing tall on the backyard shed
Looking cool in my superman cape
I told the neighborhood girls
Said hey yall, watch this
My fate was a broken arm
And my reward a one day kiss
When daddy asked me why I did it
I made him laugh out loud when I told him
Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades
And all were left with are the memories made, oh yeah
Pain hurts, but only for a minute
Yeah life is short so go on and live it
Cause the chicks dig it
Black top road, learner permit
Thought I was Earnhardt
Driving fast, but I didn’t see the ditch
Took out a mailbox, then a fence, then a barn
The police came and called my father
But I met the farmers daughter
And when the judge asked me why I did it
He threw the book at me when I told him
Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades
And all were left with are the memories made, oh yeah
Pain hurts, but only for a minute
Life is short so go on and live it
Cause the chicks dig it
Just throw caution to the wind my friend
And then sit back and watch your life begin, cause
Scars heal... glory fades
And all were left with are the memories made
Yeah pain hurts, but only for a minute
Yeah, life’s short so go on and live it
Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades
And all were left with are the memories made
Pain hurts, but only for a minute
Yeah life is short so go on and live it
It don’t matter if you lose or if you win it
Hey the chicks dig it
Chicks dig it
The chicks dig it
The chicks dig it
I got this scar when I was three years old showing off for the girl next door
On my tricycle
And the on over my eye, well I got that back in 82 jumping off the train
Trestle bridge
But I got the girl, hah, oh
The chicks dig it!
“I’m SUPER-JOE!!!” Joe took a leap out of the tree house his dad had built. For a moment, he actually felt like he was flying…like he was weightless. But the impact of the ground told him otherwise. He was no superhero. He was just a boy. Just a boy in a LOT of pain.
“Oh, Joey!!! Are you ok???” The sweet, angelic voice came from the girl he’d been trying to impress. “Mrs. Jonas!!! Come quick!!! I think Joey DIED!!!” From where he lay, Joe heard the quick opening and shutting of the back door. He heard footsteps quickly approaching, and he felt his mom’s hands prodding him gently.
“Joe, honey?” His mom’s voice was frantic. He didn’t like hearing the worry in her voice, so he tried to sit up to ease her worry.
“Ugh, Mommy.” He groaned, and managed to roll onto his back. Denise helped him to sit up.
“Where does it hurt???” He held out his arm and she closed her eyes in frustration.
“I guess we’re going to the doctor. Lynne, I want you to go home, now.” Lynne nodded, but ran up and kissed Joe’s cheek. Despite the pain, he grinned, watching her run through his yard back to her house.
“He’s got a broken arm, Mrs. Jonas.” The doctor said, holding the x-ray up to the light.
“So, no head injuries?” She asked pointedly.
“Nope. He’s got a hard head, I suppose.” The doctor smiled. “I’ll be back in a moment to put a cast on it.” Then he stepped out of the room. The moment the door shut behind him, Denise smacked the back of Joe’s head.
“Stop scaring me, Joe. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.” Paul entered the room, Kevin and Nick having been left in the care of Lynne’s mother.
“Sorry. How’s Danger doing?” Paul asked, trying to break the tension between his wife and middle child.
“Don’t call him Danger, Paul. He’s already too careless with himself. You giving your son some stupid nickname isn’t going to help that.” Paul smiled and kissed her cheek. “By the way,” Denise turned once again to her son. “What was the reason behind this stunt?”
“Cause I was trying to impress Lynne.” Paul started laughing. Denise glared at him, and he did his best to contain his laughter.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
“Will you STOP saying that???” Joe shook his head at Nick who was covering his eyes with his hands.
“Joe!!! We’re STEALING A CAR!!! THIS IS INSANITY!!!” Nick was jittery with nerves.
“Chill man. It’s just Kevin’s car. No biggie. And we’ll have it back before he even realizes it’s gone.” Joe backed the car out of the drive, the car jerking with every bit of new pressure he applied to either one of the pedals.
“Why did I let you talk me into this???”
“Hey, I could’ve gone alone. YOU are the one who insisted I NOT go alone.” Joe finally put the car into drive. “Hang on, bro.” He pushed the gas pedal to the floor and the car shot off. Nick’s hands no longer covered his face. Now he was gripping the seat he was in so tight his fingers were turning white.
“DUDE—LOOK OUT FOR THE…” The eminent crash. “Mailbox.” Nick cringed, and his hands were once again covering his eyes.
“Dam.n” Joe slammed on the breaks and the car skidded to a stop, and into a ditch.
“My car!!!” Kevin sobbed, looking at the damage his younger brother had done to his vehicle. He began to contemplate murder…but not while his parents were witnesses.
“Joe, how could you do something like this?” Denise yelled, not caring that she was in her flannel bathrobe, or that her hair was going in every direction. “You could have gotten Nicholas KILLED!!!” She looked at Nick, who gave her a sheepish grin. “Oh my goodness…you’re in on it TOO?!?!?!”
“Mom, it’s all my fault. I just wanted to go pick up…” Joe interjected.
“This is about a girl??? Why am I NOT SURPRISED?!?!” Denise bellowed. Paul came over and wrapped an arm around his fuming wife.
“Boys, inside. All of you. We will deal with this in the morning.” Paul’s voice left no room for argument, and all three boys filed inside. Thankfully, Frankie was at a friend’s sleepover.
“Your son is in a LOT of trouble.” Denise glared at him and stomped inside. While he was mad, Paul couldn’t help but smile.
