Crazy Good, chapter 1
A YEAR AGO
"What if we started a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand and then we called it 'Paperclips & Masochists' and then we had lots of sex?" Kitty drawled. As usual, we were all drunk and stoned and had no idea what we were saying.
"YEAH!! Then....we could be MASOCHISTS!!!" I screamed.
"Oh yeah....I sound like the Kool-Aid guy...I wonder if the Kool-aid guy was MICHEAL JACKSON!!!" Parker screamed. Her real name was Elisabeth, but in her own words it was "too creepy...like a stuffed mannequin that you have sex with."
PRESENT DAY
So let me tell you about myself.
I'm Gemma Stewart. I have two best friends and we have a band called Paperclips & Masochists, as you read above. I'm lead singer and bass guitarist, Parker is backup and guitarist, and Kitty is drums. We make our own music, mainly about Hello Kitty and how guys think that we're whores and shit like that. It's not like we care, but still, we think they should shut up and get laid. We adore punk rock and we always get into concerts for free because Kitty's dad is some type of super-rich music producer and works with everyone. Parker is also super-rich, but her dad is a real estate person and sells celebrity houses. I'm an orphan, but I live in Kitty's house because her dad is nice and I work at the local music store. We're all 18 and it's a pretty nice life.
AT SCHOOL
"KITTY WAIT!!" I screamed.
"Hurry up Gemma, I want to see Green Day!" she screamed back.
We were going to a Green Day concert after school and had backstage passes. Thanks to Kitty's dad of course. When we got to the car, Parker was already waiting for us.
"Get in, we have 15 minutes to get there," she said.
So we got in and did our primping shit, with Kitty and Parker wearing
LOT'S of makeup, and me wearing only eyeliner and bright blue eyeshadow.
"I swear Gemma, we look like shit and you always look gorgeous no matter what," Kitty sighed.
I snorted. Kitty noticed.
"What? You do. All the guys at school want to have sex with YOU first, even if your not wearing makeup," she said.
I noticed a hint of jealousy in her voice. Great, my best friend was jealous of an ugly girl like me. Just fucking great. I quickly changed the subject.
"Hey, we haven't seen Green Day since...the Warning tour," I said.
Luckily Kitty has the attention span of a lab and immediatly jumped in about saying how hot Billie Joe Armstrong. He is pretty cute...but he has fucked up teeth. I like Mike Dirnt. The whole brooding bad boy, sensitive, caring...yeah I liked him a lot. Parker loved Tre Cool. I guess we all have something in common with Green Day. We're both in bands and have pretty much same personalities. Just as we were getting into the conversation, the car jolted and we all hit the window. We were in the back of a pickup truck, so thats why we hit the window. Kitty's father turned around.
"Girls, have fun and DON'T EAT ANY COOKIES!! Remember what happened last time? NO CRACK COOKIES," he warned.
God what a nice dad. Mine ran off with my mom and I got a statement in the mail saying they died. What a nice way to inform your daughter.
"Yeah, I know Dad, ok? I'll call you when to pick us up," Kitty said.
We all climbed out of the car and immediatly heard whistling and catcalls.
"Just pretend your supermodels," Kitty whispered.
"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard from you Kitty, SUPERMODELS?" I muttered.
"It works, so try it," she whispered again.
Kitty immeadiatly strode ahead shaking her ass and putting on a
yes-you-can-look-but-you-can't-have-it-face. To my surprise, it worked. She
strode to the security guard handed her backstage pass and went in. Me
and Parker smiled. So we did what she did and got in.
As soon as we got in though, we were lost.
"Great, we lost Kitty, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY GREAT," Parker screamed.
What a drama queen.
"All right, come on, here take a cig and some apple flavored vodka," I
said. I never went anywhere without cigarettes and vodka. I'm addicted to apple-flavored vodka. It tastes like apples. Anyways, with that out of our way, we set forth to look for Kitty. So for 30 minutes we were walking around, drunk out of our minds, rubbing our nipples and saying how Hello Kitty is a huge whore. When we opened almost all the doors we came to the very last one. We were determined to go in with a bang, so we sang our signature song, 'Hello Kitty is a Whore' and ran into the door.
"Hello Kitty is a whore,
Helloy Kitty did my door,
Fuck Fuck Bang Bang," we screamed.
Parker and I fell down, and my face was smushed into a guys thigh. It was very muscular, and nice. While I was getting up my head got pushed into his crotch. It was also very nice. I looked up and grinned. My head just got pushed into Mike Dirnt's crotch.
"What if we started a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand and then we called it 'Paperclips & Masochists' and then we had lots of sex?" Kitty drawled. As usual, we were all drunk and stoned and had no idea what we were saying.
"YEAH!! Then....we could be MASOCHISTS!!!" I screamed.
"Oh yeah....I sound like the Kool-Aid guy...I wonder if the Kool-aid guy was MICHEAL JACKSON!!!" Parker screamed. Her real name was Elisabeth, but in her own words it was "too creepy...like a stuffed mannequin that you have sex with."
PRESENT DAY
So let me tell you about myself.
I'm Gemma Stewart. I have two best friends and we have a band called Paperclips & Masochists, as you read above. I'm lead singer and bass guitarist, Parker is backup and guitarist, and Kitty is drums. We make our own music, mainly about Hello Kitty and how guys think that we're whores and shit like that. It's not like we care, but still, we think they should shut up and get laid. We adore punk rock and we always get into concerts for free because Kitty's dad is some type of super-rich music producer and works with everyone. Parker is also super-rich, but her dad is a real estate person and sells celebrity houses. I'm an orphan, but I live in Kitty's house because her dad is nice and I work at the local music store. We're all 18 and it's a pretty nice life.
AT SCHOOL
"KITTY WAIT!!" I screamed.
"Hurry up Gemma, I want to see Green Day!" she screamed back.
We were going to a Green Day concert after school and had backstage passes. Thanks to Kitty's dad of course. When we got to the car, Parker was already waiting for us.
"Get in, we have 15 minutes to get there," she said.
So we got in and did our primping shit, with Kitty and Parker wearing
LOT'S of makeup, and me wearing only eyeliner and bright blue eyeshadow.
"I swear Gemma, we look like shit and you always look gorgeous no matter what," Kitty sighed.
I snorted. Kitty noticed.
"What? You do. All the guys at school want to have sex with YOU first, even if your not wearing makeup," she said.
I noticed a hint of jealousy in her voice. Great, my best friend was jealous of an ugly girl like me. Just fucking great. I quickly changed the subject.
"Hey, we haven't seen Green Day since...the Warning tour," I said.
Luckily Kitty has the attention span of a lab and immediatly jumped in about saying how hot Billie Joe Armstrong. He is pretty cute...but he has fucked up teeth. I like Mike Dirnt. The whole brooding bad boy, sensitive, caring...yeah I liked him a lot. Parker loved Tre Cool. I guess we all have something in common with Green Day. We're both in bands and have pretty much same personalities. Just as we were getting into the conversation, the car jolted and we all hit the window. We were in the back of a pickup truck, so thats why we hit the window. Kitty's father turned around.
"Girls, have fun and DON'T EAT ANY COOKIES!! Remember what happened last time? NO CRACK COOKIES," he warned.
God what a nice dad. Mine ran off with my mom and I got a statement in the mail saying they died. What a nice way to inform your daughter.
"Yeah, I know Dad, ok? I'll call you when to pick us up," Kitty said.
We all climbed out of the car and immediatly heard whistling and catcalls.
"Just pretend your supermodels," Kitty whispered.
"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard from you Kitty, SUPERMODELS?" I muttered.
"It works, so try it," she whispered again.
Kitty immeadiatly strode ahead shaking her ass and putting on a
yes-you-can-look-but-you-can't-have-it-face. To my surprise, it worked. She
strode to the security guard handed her backstage pass and went in. Me
and Parker smiled. So we did what she did and got in.
As soon as we got in though, we were lost.
"Great, we lost Kitty, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY GREAT," Parker screamed.
What a drama queen.
"All right, come on, here take a cig and some apple flavored vodka," I
said. I never went anywhere without cigarettes and vodka. I'm addicted to apple-flavored vodka. It tastes like apples. Anyways, with that out of our way, we set forth to look for Kitty. So for 30 minutes we were walking around, drunk out of our minds, rubbing our nipples and saying how Hello Kitty is a huge whore. When we opened almost all the doors we came to the very last one. We were determined to go in with a bang, so we sang our signature song, 'Hello Kitty is a Whore' and ran into the door.
"Hello Kitty is a whore,
Helloy Kitty did my door,
Fuck Fuck Bang Bang," we screamed.
Parker and I fell down, and my face was smushed into a guys thigh. It was very muscular, and nice. While I was getting up my head got pushed into his crotch. It was also very nice. I looked up and grinned. My head just got pushed into Mike Dirnt's crotch.
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