My Life, chapter 2
'I have a few birthday gifts for you...' Joel said walking over to Alex and taking her guitar. 'I know you always wanted some...' Someone from in the shadows handed Alex 17 black roses. From one of the stage lights, something shiny shown... kind of like a nose ring or lip ring. She smiled, her somewhat perfect pearly teeth showing, and for no reason she sticks her tounge out... Hurting herself a little beacuse of her tounge peircing.
'And... I know that Erin couldn't be here... But this is her birthday gift to you...' Joel nodded and waved his hand, telling whoever was out in the shadows to some out. 5 eyes showing perfectly in the light, 5 faces of Alex's idols...
'Oh my fucking god... No fucking way!' Alex said, standing in place. Right infront of her, was Good Charlotte... Benji and Joel, Billy, Paul, and Chris.
'Yes fucking way...' Billy said, walking over to Alex.
Alex feeling very weak, but strong enough to last, unless Green Day is hidden back there too... then she'll really melt!
'Happy B-day!' Benji said, looking at Alex a little oddly. 'Umm... what's with the lip ring?'
'Oh!' Alex said, playing around with her lip ring the left side of her botton lip. 'I got this a few years ago... But, you know what?'
'What?' Joel asked.
'It's not real!' Alex said taking the fake lip ring out. 'My tounge thingy, nose ring, eyebrow thingy, and all my earrings are real...'
Joel shook his head so confused but still laughing. 'Ok... did you drink any coffee?'
'Yea!!! Oh... Ok... You know... now that there's two Joel's... I'm calling you Spyke... k?' Alex said, asking her boyfriend to call him his band nickname.
'Sure... And... well... Their your gift, from them...'
'Huh? That made no se--
Red tie, black shirt, green eyes. 'Who the fuck is Tre Cool' shirt, blue eyes, golden brown hair, half in a spiked Mohawk. Black hoodie with BAM on it, blue jeans, blue eyes. Alex drooled. Spyke took his hand and waved it infront of Alex, trying to get her out of a trance.
Not saying a word, Alex falls on the floor knocks over her guitar and sits on plastic water bottle.
~ After her little fun accedent, her idols came home with Alex and Spyke. She opens the door, walks over to the couch and lays down, but not laying down on soft cusions. More like a muscluar body, and the smell of hair gel. She turns around seeing she fell over on Billie Joe. He started laughing, knowing that he shouldn't have let her have some beers he just let her sleep on his chest.
'Woah...' Alex jumps up, stumbling a little to stand up straight, she walks out into the front yard.
'What? What's goin on?' Joel asked walking down the stairs. 'I heard something odd...'
'Well... you're helpful!' Mike said walking out to see what Alex was up to. 'What in the fucking hell are you doing?'
'I saw something in my dream, and I heard something strange...'
'Yeah, so did Joel...' Tre said walking out and putting his arm around Alex. 'You're shivering...'
He saw that Alex had gave Tre an odd look, wondering what he wants to do...
'Oh... didn't notice...'
'Didn't notice? Your a fucking maraca! You can hear your teeth chattering for miles!' Tre saidhanding Alex his hoodie.
'Nothing's happening... Oh well... Fuck... I'm really sleepy.' Alex said, slurring a couple words.
'Ok... up to bed princess!' Billy came over and picked Alex up, and carried her upstairs, laying her in her bed.
'Night babe...' Spyke said, giving Alex a kiss on her cheek.
Her room, somewhat fit her... black on the walls with neon green stars and Anarchy writing all over. Clashing of Good Charlotte, Green Day, Simple Plan, The Used, and My Chemical Romance posters on the celling and walls. One poster of Alex on her door. Her sitting on the sidewalk with her headphones on, both hands over her headphones, eyeliner neon green, and spiked black hair, eyes closed... Looking somewhat of an ungothic unpunk person... not a prep or poser... Just a mix of both and something of her own that everyone wanted to copy, but could never get right. Her black and neon green and blue bracelets on her doorknob, making light for her room, bunches of black, green, blue, and red spiking hair gel. One thing, not matching... Pink... and bright pink collar sits alone by her bedside table... A picture of a boy, about 17, same as she. Gothic, and something doesn't match, a bright pink collar... with black spikes. Something happened between them... But, she will never talk about it... Today, December 17, 2004... Alex is 17 years old.
'And... I know that Erin couldn't be here... But this is her birthday gift to you...' Joel nodded and waved his hand, telling whoever was out in the shadows to some out. 5 eyes showing perfectly in the light, 5 faces of Alex's idols...
'Oh my fucking god... No fucking way!' Alex said, standing in place. Right infront of her, was Good Charlotte... Benji and Joel, Billy, Paul, and Chris.
'Yes fucking way...' Billy said, walking over to Alex.
Alex feeling very weak, but strong enough to last, unless Green Day is hidden back there too... then she'll really melt!
'Happy B-day!' Benji said, looking at Alex a little oddly. 'Umm... what's with the lip ring?'
'Oh!' Alex said, playing around with her lip ring the left side of her botton lip. 'I got this a few years ago... But, you know what?'
'What?' Joel asked.
'It's not real!' Alex said taking the fake lip ring out. 'My tounge thingy, nose ring, eyebrow thingy, and all my earrings are real...'
Joel shook his head so confused but still laughing. 'Ok... did you drink any coffee?'
'Yea!!! Oh... Ok... You know... now that there's two Joel's... I'm calling you Spyke... k?' Alex said, asking her boyfriend to call him his band nickname.
'Sure... And... well... Their your gift, from them...'
'Huh? That made no se--
Red tie, black shirt, green eyes. 'Who the fuck is Tre Cool' shirt, blue eyes, golden brown hair, half in a spiked Mohawk. Black hoodie with BAM on it, blue jeans, blue eyes. Alex drooled. Spyke took his hand and waved it infront of Alex, trying to get her out of a trance.
Not saying a word, Alex falls on the floor knocks over her guitar and sits on plastic water bottle.
~ After her little fun accedent, her idols came home with Alex and Spyke. She opens the door, walks over to the couch and lays down, but not laying down on soft cusions. More like a muscluar body, and the smell of hair gel. She turns around seeing she fell over on Billie Joe. He started laughing, knowing that he shouldn't have let her have some beers he just let her sleep on his chest.
'Woah...' Alex jumps up, stumbling a little to stand up straight, she walks out into the front yard.
'What? What's goin on?' Joel asked walking down the stairs. 'I heard something odd...'
'Well... you're helpful!' Mike said walking out to see what Alex was up to. 'What in the fucking hell are you doing?'
'I saw something in my dream, and I heard something strange...'
'Yeah, so did Joel...' Tre said walking out and putting his arm around Alex. 'You're shivering...'
He saw that Alex had gave Tre an odd look, wondering what he wants to do...
'Oh... didn't notice...'
'Didn't notice? Your a fucking maraca! You can hear your teeth chattering for miles!' Tre saidhanding Alex his hoodie.
'Nothing's happening... Oh well... Fuck... I'm really sleepy.' Alex said, slurring a couple words.
'Ok... up to bed princess!' Billy came over and picked Alex up, and carried her upstairs, laying her in her bed.
'Night babe...' Spyke said, giving Alex a kiss on her cheek.
Her room, somewhat fit her... black on the walls with neon green stars and Anarchy writing all over. Clashing of Good Charlotte, Green Day, Simple Plan, The Used, and My Chemical Romance posters on the celling and walls. One poster of Alex on her door. Her sitting on the sidewalk with her headphones on, both hands over her headphones, eyeliner neon green, and spiked black hair, eyes closed... Looking somewhat of an ungothic unpunk person... not a prep or poser... Just a mix of both and something of her own that everyone wanted to copy, but could never get right. Her black and neon green and blue bracelets on her doorknob, making light for her room, bunches of black, green, blue, and red spiking hair gel. One thing, not matching... Pink... and bright pink collar sits alone by her bedside table... A picture of a boy, about 17, same as she. Gothic, and something doesn't match, a bright pink collar... with black spikes. Something happened between them... But, she will never talk about it... Today, December 17, 2004... Alex is 17 years old.
