Disclaimer: I do NOT own "Swing Kids" (although I wish I did!) - Hollywood Pictures does - Any characters you don't recognize from the movie are products of my small, and warped imagination!
Note: This is my first Swing Kids fic, please be kind in any reviews you may choose to leave! I'll forewarn you I am not too good with the use of punctuation - but I try my best! This story starts quite a bit after Peter returns home after the end of the war (only because I couldn't write anything with his return and emotions ect that wasn't totally cheesy!) This story is mostly Peter's thoughts - you've been warned LOL ~ Enjoy!
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"Hey Peter," said Will, "PETER!!!"
"What!", Peter replied
"Are you going to the Bismark tonight or not?"
"Ummm, Yea - give me a minute"
Every time I look at Will, I can't help but think of how much of his life I missed. I missed so much of my brother's life. I never got to teach him how to swing, give him advice on girls - nothing. But, I must say even without my influence he turned out to be one of the biggest hip cats I have ever met, I wonder where he learnt it all? We walk the all so familiar walk to the Bismark, we walk by the building where Arvid use to live, it's now boarded up, with Nazi propaganda still plastered all over it, I reach out and tear down all the posters I walk past. Will, he just keeps looking forward whistling "It Don't Mean a Thing". I join in, he just looks at me and flashes a faint smile, he keeps on whistling and walking.
When we get to the Bismark, all memories of that fateful night come rushing back, it doesn't matter how many times I have been back here, the memories are still as clear as ever. Thomas tried to save me that night, we never reconciled our differences - nor will we ever, Thomas was killed in the war, fighting for the ideals that we at one time both despised, I'm not sure if he still despised them at the time of his death or if he was fighting out of fear, I suppose I'll never know.
When we walk inside the atmosphere hasn't changed, although the interior of the Bismark has, there is still remnants of the Nazi rule. After the Bismark was shut down the Nazis made it a makeshift headquarters, for some sort of their evil work, slowing bit by bit the Bismark is being returned to it's original glory.
Will runs right over to his girlfriend, Gretchen, and pulls her out on to the dance floor. I stay back in the crowd just watching him dance, he reminds me so much of myself. We have the same dancing techniques, and most of the same moves, it must be hereditary because I never got to teach him any of it.
I finally hit the floor, with one of the last girls left from the days before the war, when my group ruled the floor. I'm still wallowing in the past, but at least I now one thing is for certain: Swing Lives! and we don't need to hide it anymore. Those where not the days, THESE are the days!
SWING HEIL!
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A/N: I hope that wasn't too confusing for you! I know this was
short, but, this was my first attempt at a Swing Kids fic as I said, so
please try to be kind in your reviews!