*Hey, guys! So, this was like a FanFiction challenge that I saw done on a Glee fanfic and I had to try it myself, so this is what I came up with! It's really fun to do, so I suggest you try it. Just copy and paste the rules to the top of your fic when it's done, or before, whatever, and follow the template that I did! You'll enjoy it, I promise. :) Now, these are all set during different times, and different circumstances (Like Total Drama happened, it didn't, set in the twenties, whatever), but they're all third person POV. Enjoy!*

Rules:

1. Pick a character, fandom, or pairing you like.

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays.

4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. Jailhouse Rock- Elvis Presley

"Number forty-seven said to number three, you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see, I sure would be delighted with your company..."

The usually cold hallways of the county jail were alive with music played by the prisoners. Spoons were tapping against the rickety tables, old porcelain mugs were being dragged across metal bars, and men were smacking tables to create a beat the ladies were swinging to. During the early fifties, America was still recovering from the second world war, thus had intermingled prisons. As the girls slid gracefully across the floor, one of the rebellious young men, a teenager by the looks of him, noticed a girl standing in the corner. He noticed she was extremely beautiful, with pale gray, beautiful eyes and walked over to her immediately. He didn't even know her name, yet he was drawn to her.

There was a sloppily-done stenciling of a number three just beneath her striped collar. At least that gave him something to work with.

"Hey there sweetheart, can I just say you're the cutest jailbird I've ever seen?" He asked, his brow raised suggestively. She looked at him for a moment with those big round eyes and the young man had to catch his breath. She was beautiful. Her eyes soon danced with amusement as a smirk made its way across her face.

"Am I?" She questioned playfully.

"Sure are." He answered flirtatiously, though he felt weird with his heart thudding so fast like it was. "I'd be delighted with your company?" He offered, reaching his hand out for her to grab. She kept looking up and down, at his hand and then his face. She had been hurt by people before, and she was looking at him, searching for that glint in his eye or twitch in his finger that would tell her he'd only do the same. But as hard as she tried, it wasn't there. Finally smiling a tiny smile, she folded her hand into the young man's.

2. Crushcrushcrush- Paramore

"I got a lot to say to you, yeah I've got a lot to say, I noticed your eyes are always glued to me..."

Uncomfortable! Yes, that was the word. Duncan was just making Gwen feel downright uncomfortable, and that just can't happen in the plane, what with her claustrophobia and all. Ever since he had gotten back a measley two hours ago, all he was doing was staring at Gwen. Whether she was writing in her journal, doodling in her sketchbook, sipping her drink, even walking to the bathroom, the Goth could feel his eyes on her. She had had enough finally, and strode conspicuously yet also inconspicuously to the confessional area. She knew Duncan would follow. Soon enough, Gwen could feel a pair of eyes on her and traced the feeling back into the shadows, tucked away into a tiny corner. She charged over with a rage deep inside of her that was fueled by the pure desire to know what the heck he was doing.

"Duncan!" She whisper-yelled. There was no movement from the corner, so she sighed. "I know you're there Juvie!" She whispered loudly. After an awkward moment, Duncan stepped from the shadows, smirking as usual.

"Miss me?" He asked smugly.

"Yes, but that's not the point." Gwen mentally kicked herself for admitting something to him so easily when she was supposed to be wary and suspicious of him, but quickly got back on track. "I have a ton of stuff to ask you." She stated sternly.

"Like?" He questioned carelessly, his arms folded over his chest.

"Like why you won't stop looking at me!" She yelled, well aware her arms were flailing in all directions. Duncan smirked and laughed smugly.

"I don't know, guess I just can't keep my eyes off you."

3. Hollaback Girl- Gwen Stefani

"So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack, gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out..."

"Just admit I'm going to win!" Duncan demanded as his girlfriend's fingernails dug into the black fabric of his shirt. As if he were a lightweight (yeah, right!) Gwen lifted him from above her, switching the roles swiftly.

"Nope. This is way too much fun." She commented mockingly as her nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Ow ow ow!" Duncan cringed. "Fine, you win! T-Touchdown or whatever, just let me go! Ow!" Smiling, Gwen tore her nails from his shoulder's tender skin, smiling satisfactorily.

"And you just beat by a girl." She commented, once again mockingly as Duncan stood up and brushed the grass off his jeans.

"I let you win, sweetheart." He commented hastily.

"No way, I took you out!" Gwen squealed defensively. Despite the seemingly angry nature of their arguement, both were smiling. Still, Duncan didn't have the heart to tell her that the D-Man totally destroyed her in that little wrestling match of theirs. So he smiled through his defenses and laughed at her.

"Alright, fine, you took me out, Hot Stuff." Gwen's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Sure."

4. Dynamite- Taio Cruz

"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying hey oh, gotta let go..."

Electro-sounding Pop music pulsed through the club, emanating through Gwen's every pore. She was out of her element here; nothing felt right. The music was too loud, the disco ball was casting too many colors all over, the drink in her hands didn't taste as sweet as she would've liked, it was just all so wrong.

"Duncan!" She yelled over the music to her boyfriend, whom of which was currently having a lighthearted conversation with two underaged like the two of them, yet positively drunken men. Duncan broke out of his fit of laughter and looked readily to her.

"What's up?" He yelled enthusiastically. Gwen frowned into her drink.

"When are we leaving?" She questioned as loud as she could.

"Leaving? But we just got here!" He replied. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she simultaneously pulled Duncan off the barstool he had been perched on.

"I know, but I want to go home." She whined.

"Gwen, I've got to teach you something!" He propositioned over the pumping music. The girl beside him looked puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" She yelled. "I said that I wanted to leave because-"

"It doesn't matter!" Duncan interrupted over the music. "Look, just try this!" He yelled. Gwen watched him with a raised brow as he turned to face the crowd. She watched as he shut his eyes and raised his hands, hooting and hollering all through the song. As soon as the song ended, Duncan turned to face her with a smile.

"That was stupid, and why would I want to try that?" She questioned.

"Just do it." He shrugged.

"I don't want-"

"Sh. Gwen, please just try it." He was looking at her with those big, beautiful eyes, and she scowled because she knew she wouldn't be able to say no.

"Fine." She grumbled. Duncan smiled satisfactorily at her as she shut her eyes tightly and threw her hands up in the air. "I look like an idiot!" She thought aloud.

"Just wait for it." Duncan replied slowly. Suddenly, Gwen felt her foot begin to tap in rythym with the music. Soon, she was smiling, bobbing her head and waving her hands around with glee.

They went back to the club every night that summer.

5. Castle Down- Emilie Autumn

"Would you tear my castle down, stone by stone, and let the wind run through my windows 'til there was nothing left but a battered rose?"

Gwen sighed as she awoke on the plane, gazing at everyone in the loser class cabin. It was still incredibly dark out, Gwen noticed, meaning she once again didn't get much sleep. Sighing again, she tried to remember when the last time she actually did get a good night's sleep on this God-forsaken jumbo jet was. The simple answer to that was that there wasn't one. She could never sleep it seemed, even if she was worn out. Her mind was invaded with pictures, images of things she wanted. Sometimes, when her eyelids were just starting to get heavy, she would see a flash of green and perk up, scanning the room for any trace of him, for any trace of-

"Hi Gwen!" Sierra's cheery voice snapped her out of her reverie and she jumped.

"Whoa! What are you doing up?" Gwen inquired after she calmed down.

"Just making sure my Cody-kins is comfortable." Sierra giggled as she fluffed the pillow Cody's head was lazily rested on. "What about you?"

"Oh. Uh..." She laughed nervously. "Just thinking about things."

"About Duncan?" Sierra asked nonchalantly as she tied Cody's sneaker. Gwen tensed up, shoving her back flush against the wall behind her and gripping the rickety bench until her already pale knuckles turned whiter.

"No!" She lied a little too quickly. Sierra didn't seem to notice-er-she didn't seem to care.

"You talk about him in your sleep, you know." She informed her. Gwen bit her lip. "You've been worried about him ever since Chris told us that the interns never found him in Africa." After she finished rubbing Cody's foot, she spoke again. "You're afraid of what he's doing to you."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sierra!" Gwen responded mock-harshly.

"Sure you do!" She argued in her usual cheery tone. "You're afraid that you like him way more than you should, and that he might just let you destroy yourself because of it." Gwen did nothing but watch Sierra as she spoke. As the purple-haired girl began to leave, Gwen called after her.

"How do you know he wouldn't?" Gwen asked. Sierra turned around and said "He loves you." as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Gwen slept peacefully that night.

6. Toxic- Britney Spears

"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?"

Gwen sighed with anxiety when she realized that she had found herself back at the door to the loser-class cabin. She was just there to sneak another peek at...him. It was wrong, it was wrong and she knew it! This was the third time she had found herself there within the hour alone and it was only forty-five minutes into said hour! She was starting to feel like Sierra. (It isn't the best feeling, by the way. But she just wanted to look at him, she just wanted to see his face as he slept haphazardly on that cheap wooden bench and watch his chest rise and fall as he breathed in the stale air. It was so easy to find herself there, even though she knew she shouldn't be there in the first place. They had kissed a few hours ago, and it felt so wrong it almost felt right...almost. There was still the looming consequences and that horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, but when she looked at him, they just disappeared, if only for a moment. He was like a drug, and she was so high the jumbo jet would probably be jealous.

7. Clumsy- Fergie

"Can't breathe when you touch my sleeve, butterflies so crazy, mhm. Whoa now, think I'm goin' down, friends don't know what's with me, mhm..."

"Shut up!" Gwen giggled, batting Duncan's arm ever-so-slightly. He hoped she didn't notice that he couldn't breathe for a second. Suddenly, the school bell rang, sobering the girl up instantly. "Well, my English class calls. Bye!" She called over her shoulder as she jogged away from him. Duncan sighed when she was out of sight, hoping it would make that annoying fluttery feeling in his stomach go away. He sighed again when it didn't, and hopped outside to meet some friends in the alley behind the school. (What, you didn't think he was actually going to class, did you?) As he made his way around the humongous school, he thought about Gwen. Man, why did she have to have a thing for guitar players? She was so perfect; beautiful shiny hair, smooth creamy skin, expressive gray eyes, a dainty little button no-

"Whoa!" He yelled as he suddenly became acquainted with the asphalt. He cursed silently to himself when one of his his hands came up stained and bloody. Another hand above him suddenly reached out above him and he smirked as his buddy Geoff helped him up.

"What's with you making out with the floor, Dude? I know you haven't been getting any play since Courtney dumped you, but I didn't think you were that desperate." Geoff joked. Duncan laughed slightly as the blone teen handed him a cigarette. Once they reached the alley filled with a bunch of other local misfits, Geoff spoke up again. "Seriously though, dude, that's your third wipeout this week!" After he lit his and Duncan's cigarettes and took a drag of his own he added: "And it's only Tuesday!"

"Fail!" A kid next to them yelled slowly as he took a swig of his beer.

"Shut up."

"What's with you, though, Man?"

"I don't know." He responded, knowing fully that that answer was ridiculously wrong.

8. Stella- All Time Low

"Three PM, on my feet and staggering through misplaced words and a sinking feeling, I got carried away..."

Duncan tried but failed to steady himself before hobbling into the alley he called home, but ended up failing sorely. He staggered into the dark hopelessy, eventually sacking out leaned against a dark green dumpster. He came to when one of his friends violently shook him.

"D-Man! D-Man! What are you doing drunk at three in the afternoon? We didn't even know you got back from that show yet!" His friend said, pulling him up off the ground.

"Well, I'm back." He said, wiping his mouth of the stale whiskey and drool that rested there.

"And even more drunk than Marty over there!" Yelled one of the guys as he pointed to the local drunk passed out in the middle of the sidewalk. "What's with that?"

"Leave it alone." Duncan said, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes.

"It's girlfriend issues, isn't it?" His friend pursued. "Galleria was it?"

"Gwen and it isn't...sort of." He mumbled, but the other boy picked it up.

"Ah, so it is!"

"Leave it alone, Vinny!"

"No." Vinny protested, sounding childish. "What'd she do to you?"

"She didn't do anything." Duncan responded. "I'm the idiot."

"How so?" Vinny pried. Duncan let out a sound, something between a scoff and a sigh, and swiveled around to face the brick wall.

"I pretended to be jealous of this other dude flirting with my ex-girlfriend." He answered bashfully.

"Oh" Vinny hissed. "Bad move."

"I know that now! But I was trying to explain the plan to her before we actually tried it out, you know? But I got all sidetracked and 'kinda lost my words when I saw how short her skirt was that day. And I guess I have gotten a little carried away with the plan." He explained, more to the wall than to the guys, but they heard nonetheless. "It's not like I didn't want Gwen anymore or something, though! I do! Probably more than ever." He said softly.

"Why didn't you just say so?" Piped up a voice behind him. Duncan's drooping back went ramrod straight. He would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Gwen?"

9. I Don't Care- Fall Out Boy

"Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same..."

If there was anything that made Gwen cringe any more than the smell of Owen's farts did, it was visting her Aunt Susan. She has memories of being a little girl and telling her skinny, redheaded relative all about her friends and teachers, and then asking her about them minutes later and her messing the names up completely. It became so annoying, that Gwen hardly ever came on her mother and brother's visits. Unfortunately for her, she was stuck into coming this time because her mom planned on going straight there from picking Gwen up at the airport. So, here she was was, sitting on her aunt's uncomfortable and lumpy couch, nursing an overly-sour glass of lemonade while Aunt Susan rambled on to her and her brother about pudding or something. Ugh.

"So Gwen, Sweetie, I hear you just came back from filming that show around the world. Oh, was it marvelous?" Aunt Susan asked dramatically.

"Uh...sure?" Gwen phrased as a question, causing her aunt to squeal with delight.

"Oh, how wonderful! And you had your boyfriend with you of course. Troy was it?" Gwen scoffed quietly.

"We broke up, and it's Trent." She heard Aunt Susan continue talking, but she zoned out. Why did Trent's name feel so wrong coming out of her mouth? It used to be so easy to do anything involving Trent; Talk about him, think about him, say his name...but now it was uncomfortable. It was almost as if that name and those happy memories didn't belong in her head, just as she and Trent didn't belong together.

"Yeah, but Gwen has a new boyfriend, right Gwenny?" Her brother suddenly piped up in his annoying, whiny voice. His sister widened her eyes and made a mental note to make sure he pays for that later.

"Oh you do, Honey?" Aunt Susan inquired breathily. "How lovely! His name's Damien, is it?" Again, Gwen tried to hide her scoff.

"Duncan." Again, she zoned out. The name flowed out of her mouth easier, it seemed, than Trent's ever seemed to. It felt more natural, like his name was supposed to be rolling off her tongue, classifying him as her boyfriend.

It was perfect.

10. Only The Good Die Young- Billy Joel

"Might've heard I run with a dangerous crowd, we ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud, we might be laughing a bit too loud, oh, but that never hurt no one, you know that only the good die young!"

Gwen stared out at the playground from the top of the slide. Even in fifth grade, the cliques that would define them in high school were slowly forming, and during recess is when it showed the most. For example, Lindsay, Courtney, and Heather were sitting on one of the picnic tables having Beth go get their juice boxes from inside. They're the meanest girls in the grade, and they don't like Gwen. They kick sand in her face and make fun of her because she drew black eyeliner on her Barbie doll with a Sharpie. Then, over in the corner of the playground, where it's all shaded and bleak, that's where the bad kids hang out. They're troublemakers, getting detention every other day and throwing rocks at Harold and Cody while they do their homework. But for some reason Gwen can't quite figure out, they're really popular. Girls think they're hot (Ew!) and guys envy them.

The thing is, they don't seem to care. They don't consider themselves hot and are pretty chill. But when they laugh, everyone knows it! They laugh fully and boisterously, it amazes Gwen.

"Just going to stand there staring at us, Gorgeous?" The leader of their little group, a boy with dyed green hair called out to her. She blushed, not even realizing she was staring.

"Maybe!" She yelled back.

"Why don't you at least come and hang with us?" He called back. Gwen crossed her arms sourly over her chest.

"Because," She began, "You guys are bad!" They laughed then, loudly and boisterously like always.

"You know what they say, Sweetheart," The green-haired one chuckled as the laughter died down. "Only the good die young!"

*How'd you like it? Was one in particular your favorite? Do you think I should do another a ten of these and post it as a second chapter? Let me know in a review! ;)*