Warning: Fem!America in number 3 and while I don't think it's graphic enough to need an M rating, there is some sexings going on because of some prostituting habits that will inevitably kill her.

1. Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Not for one moment did Ivan consider running away to also involve meeting up with a blonde boy from down South in the bathroom of a bus station.

"Where you headin' to?" he asks.

"I don't know," Ivan answers. "I didn't really think that far ahead."

The blonde breaks out into a smile from his seat on the sink's counter. "Can I come?"

There's no reason for Ivan to invite him along, yet all the same, he nods back at him and replies, "Sure."

2. La Llorona –Beirut

They tell him tales of a heart-broken spirit that haunts the hills, abandoned by a lover long since passed. He allows them to remain at the back of his thoughts as he travels, considering them be nothing more than stories meant to frighten children and entertain the older generation.

So it's a bit of a surprise, when one night by the lake side he comes into contact with the same phantom they of whom they spread rumors. Though there is no fear in the encounter, at least not on his part. This spirit with faded blue eyes looks on him with a small dose of apprehension that he feels some form of sympathy for him.

"Do not worry," he tells the specter. "I will not hurt you."

3. Distorting a Code - Spinnerette

Technically, he has no say over any transactions that take place in this area, the small bit of territory being neutral ground where free agents and unbranded whores make their living. Also taking into account that she herself no longer belongs to any set and is more than free to choose her own walk of life, he has even less authority to act.

That doesn't stop him though, from either barging into the lobby of that filthy little motel overrun by middle aged pigs looking for a bit of youth to rut against and threaten the overseer into telling him which room she's in or from breaking into that room filled with the thick scent of sweat and sex and pained whimpers and lust filled grunts as an overweight figure thrusts continuously into the smaller body beneath him.

He's at bedside in little more than a few strides, throwing the man backwards and off the mattress entirely. He senses her lifting her self up on the bed more than actually sees her, but only because he's already aiming the glock tucked in the waistband of his pants at the other on the floor.

"Get out," he orders, and it's instantly followed as the man doesn't even take the time to collect his clothing, only grabs the nearest piece of cloth large enough to cover his lower half before fleeing the room.

He quickly closes the door behind the other, locking it and draws the curtains tighter before lowering the weapon and rounds back to face the bed. Though when he does face the scene again, the sight of her hunched over and hugging herself while long blond locks blocks the upper half of her face, only the showing her trembling lips as she keeps herself from crying and he feel most of his anger leave him.

He sees tears roll down her cheeks and collect at her chin, drooping in a single droplet before she's able to croak out, "I'm sorry."

And he knows it's true.

4. Alcohol - Gogol Bordello

His sisters are worried, he knows this. Yet he can't stop himself from drinking straight into oblivion just to see that beautiful vision with such a gorgeous head of blonde hair.

5. Awake My Soul - Mumford and Sons

It's nothing more than a coincidence, or perhaps just very bad luck. Or maybe the run-in is completely intentional, as Alfred knows full well that Toris is the only remaining link between them and he's been talking nonstop over this particular gig to the other male so often that even a brief conversation would likely hold the information if Ivan was readily seeking it out.

Though Alfred could just be acting paranoid in thinking something like that.

"I did not know you could play," is all Ivan says, just loud enough to make over the crowd.

Alfred pats at the secondhand guitar hanging off his shoulder affectionately. "There's probably a lot of things you didn't know about me."

"I did wish to know those things."

Alfred only gives him a small smile and pats his shoulder before walking away.

6. Life Goes On - Tupac Shakur

"Are you not going?"

Alfred hears the question, but pays it no mind. He's too focused on staring out the window, out to the sea of black congregated outside the large walnut doors of the church right across the street from the apartment building he's been taking residence in since he was thrown out of his home. He curls his knees a little closer to his chest and hugs his legs a little tighter, a bit difficult being in an armless chair, but it's the one position he's always taken to when trying to hide away from something.

"Do I have to?" he asks.

He hears Ivan sigh, hears him creep away from the doorway and closer to him, and yet he still can't turn away from the scene, can't give him the attention that he should.

"It'd be better if you did," Ivan tells him.

"How?"

"Alfred-"

"Just tell me how? What difference does it make if I go or not?"

"He was-"

"Is."

"Fine. He is your brother."

"Not by blood."

"And yet you still make a big deal out of the fucking tense I use. What, are you just going to stay in here and fucking cry over him-?"

"And what if that's what I want to do?" Alfred snaps, finally tearing himself away from the window to glare at the other. "Maybe I don't want to go out there, playing the big boss while they shovel dirt onto one of my best friends and pretend that it doesn't fucking effect me in any way! Maybe I want to stay in here and cry over him, knowing goddamn well enough that if I don't, no one else will! That's how it goes doesn't it? No one gives a fuck about us because this shit happens all the time!"

"Yes, this happens all the time," Ivan tells him. "What did you think it was going to be like?"

"Like this," the blonde confesses. "But I thought I'd be able to handle it a lot better."

7. Santeria - Sublime

"I think I want to quit."

"Quit?"

"Yeah," Alfred confirms. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Ivan regards him seriously, knowing quite well that even if the other's made passing comments of growing tired of their lifestyle before, there's never been any genuine talk of actually leaving it behind.

"You do realize," he begins, "that if you quit, everything you worked up to is going to be divided between whoever is left and that includes the people under you."

The blonde doesn't answer him at first, but slowly he begins to nod and even smiles a little. "I know."

"And you still want to quit? Knowing all that?"

"I'm going to be twenty," Alfred starts slowly, "in just a few months, and honestly I think my greatest accomplishment has just been living this long."

"Not for the lack of anyone trying to stop that."

"Exactly. I'm getting a little sick of walking out of my home and wondering if I'll make it back to it."

"So what are you going to do?"

Alfred bites down on his lip, heaves a heavy sigh and answer with, "First I'm going to try to find a way to get myself and as many people as I can out that doesn't involve me dying and then… I'll just leave."

"Sounds like a plan," the other comments sarcastically.

The room descends into a bit of silence, only broken when Alfred says, "It'll be an even better one if you come with me."

8. Black Dragon Fighting Society - The Mad Gear and Missile Kid

"Come oooon. Aren't you done yet?"

"Almost."

"You've been saying that."

Ivan ignores the blonde's petty complaint and continues to tinker under the hood. It's been some sort of crazy luck that the two were able to come across a dealer with a mostly intact Chevy Camaro all the way back from '72, a Z28 model at that, he's going to take all the time he needs to make sure this beauty runs perfectly before taking it out to be put through who knows what in the barren wastelands of California.

"Try it now," he orders, removing himself away from the engine and takes a step or two back.

Alfred doesn't need to be told twice, already ready to turn the key and howls out in complete ecstacy at the engine coming to life. Ivan breaks out into the smile while approaching the car once more, taking the time to close up the hood and make his way to the driver's side.

"We taking this out or what?" Alfred asks him.

"If you scoot over we can."

"No fun," he complains but complies to it all the same, quickly climbing into the passanger seat while Ivan makes himself comfortable behind the wheel. "Hey, where's your Individual?"

"Somewhere in the backseat."

Alfred twists himself to gain access to the back of the car and extends his arms out to feel for the weapon. He breaks out into a smile when one hand runs itself over the mostly smooth blue painted barrel and pulls it out from the dark oblivion of it's resting spot under the driver's seat.

"What're you gonna do?" Ivan asks.

"Just shoot down a few cameras along the way," he replies cheekily while checking the batteries. "If we see any."

"Doing things like that are the reasons why they target us."

Alfred just laughs. "They're after me for reasons way beyond things like this. What're you waiting for? You gonna punch it or what?"

9. Pensons a L'Avenir - Cali

They sit on the bed they've shared for the greater part of their relationship, completely silent and facing away from each other.

"If we separate," Ivan begins, "there is a high chance of securing everyone's future."

"If we separate," Alfred counters, "there is a high chance we will never see each other again."

Ivan can't help but agree. "That is most likely the reason they have given us that choice."

"Figures," Alfred smiles bitterly. "I spend more than half my life making it so other people can live happily, and I can't even have one myself."

Ivan says nothing in return. He only reaches out and places his hand over the other's.

10. School's Out – Alice Cooper

Not every student anticipates the last day of school. Ivan, for example, is not one of them.

Unlike many of his peers who flitter through the emptying hallways, throwing their homework and classwork kept throughout the year into the air all for the sake of making the janitor's life hell, he has no plans for the summer. True, not an uncommon occurrence seeing as how many other teenagers will spend their summers living spontaneously, but he highly doubts his own will consists of random beach adventures or whatever it is normal teens do on their time off.

With this in mind, he starts to come to the realization that the stress of the school year will no doubt creep into the summer and he begins to look forward to it even less.

His mood is stopped from spiraling further down however, just by the sight of the left over students still inside the building scurry out of the way of his long time friend who makes his way over to the vending machine Ivan leans up against. There's a clear spring in his step, nothing in hand other than a rather thick looking manila folder which is thrust right into his face when the blonde finally makes it to his side.

"Guess what this is," he greets.

"A folder," Ivan replies cheekily

The blonde's smile turns strained. "Don't be a smartass."

Ivan can't help the small smile. "What then?"

The other's smile reverts back to it's playful demeanor as he starts to bounce from foot to foot while giving an explanation. "I saved every single sheet of paper that every teacher ever gave me ever throughout the school year."

"Wait, you actually did homework?"

"No. But I saved everything anyway, because this year is going to be the best paper throwing year ever!"

"Now I really feel bad for the janitor."

"You're not gonna throw anything with me?"

"I don't have anything on me."

"Fiiine," Alfred sighs. "I'll have fun by myself. But you gotta watch, okay? 'Cause it's gonna be awesome."

Ivan nods and promises that he'll watch which he does as Alfred positions himself down the center of a recently cleared walkway. He places one foot behind the other and crouches down slightly, acting very dramatic for the take off before sprinting down the linoleum tiles with a happy cry. The manila folder is tossed into the air with both hands, it does a series of flips before hitting the top of a row of lockers with a solid thud, letting not one sheet of paper fall out.

Alfred hears the thud and instantly skids to a halt. He quickly spins around and searches for his folder, ignoring the way Ivan hides his smile behind his hand and the way his shoulders shake from silent laughs. His blue eyes widen in disbelief at the folder peeking out from the top of lockers and he's just completely astounded.

"How is that even possible!"

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-Um.. Idk, I think I'm in a bit of writing purgatory. It's not that I don't have any ideas because I have TONS of stuff to work on but it's just really slow going for all of them. I thought maybe if I did something like this again, it would get me motivated or something since it's quick and easy and I have no real time to think about what I'm writing, but this playlist actually kinda depressed me and if anything, unmotivated me even more. DX

-Some fun facts though, number 8 takes place in the same world that FTWWW did, for those of you who've read that. Been wanting to flesh that out, I'm not even gonna lie. DX

-6 and 7 are in the same world.

-And number 10 is prolly the best memory I'll ever have ever. I'll never understand how that happened, but I'll always love how my bff was so broken hearted over it. XD Stuff like that always happened to him though, he was a goof. But he was amazing too, best friend you could ever ask for. :3

-Suffice to say, no poll this time. D: