Lazy People Pay Off In The End, chapter 2
Then we got back my house. And immediately, being the religious freak that she is, Boo's mom called and said, "WHY AREN'T YOU HOME YET!? It's 1 am! Come home now!" So, Boo left with Lee (of course), and I was left all alone to go face three men at 1:30 in the morning. All by myself. I couldn't have them be alone with me! Especially that crazy one, Tré. So I recruited my two other best friends, Nikki and Sara.
Now, Nikki was the ring leader, the one you could follow. She was somewhat level headed, more than Sara and I. Nikki was the one who planned some things, was a partier, and liked to have fun.
Sara on the other hand...well...that's a whole different story. She was kind of...how do you say it? How do you say it? PERVERTED. I mean to the extreme, but hilarious at the same time. And she was crazy and hyper and often reminded me of what Tré seemed to be like. She was the one who came up with all the crazy plans that Nikki and I had to put the logic behind. Well, mostly me.
And I, am the geek. The know-it-all, basically. But I liked to have fun at the same time. Like sometimes, when I pee, I laugh. And I laugh when I pee. And I spit soda out a lot. I was the actual BRAINS, behind the operation, which is what I liked about that Mike dude. He was pretty nice. Anyway. On with the story.
Nikki, Sara, and I met up at my house because they lived in an apartment down the street. Then I told them the plan.
I started, "Well, I met these guys at Gilman Street, and they're really nice and remind me of you guys. So I was supposed to hang out with them with Kim and Emilee, but they chickened out, so you guys have to come with me. Cause...well, I don't think I can be left alone with these people."
"Ooh," Sara said in a hillbilly voice, "Do they wan' tuh have sexual relations!?"
Nikki and I started laughing loudly. "Of course, Sara, of course," Nikki said, sarcastically.
So finally we all piled in the car, after putting on heavy eyeliner, and headed down to Gilman, twitching with annoyance as Sara tapped her fingers on the car door.
I couldn't wait to see Mike, and Sara wouldn't stop asking me about Tré.
"What's he like?" Sara asked, excitedly.
"Well..." I started, "perverted, hyper, funny, loud, obnoxious, and he likes the Ramones. Kind of like you."
"REALLY! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! He sounds fucking awesome!" I screamed, jumping up and down.
"Gosh Sara, calm down," Nikki said, "Too much...uh, coke, right Sara?"
"Umm...jeez, so good...I MEAN OF COURSE NOT! Lovely weather we're having!"
"NIKKI! SARA!" I screamed over the loud music coming from inside Gilman. "I think that Green Day band is playing a song! It sound's like Billie Joe?"
Sara snorted, "Billie Joe?"
"He's from a different state," I said, "like me."
"Ohhhhhh."
As we walked up to the door, I pulled out the backstage passes they had give me and forked them over to Nikki and Sara. "Put them on and hurry! I think they're almost done."
We walked to the back, and showed them our passes, and waiting until they were done. The people around us looked somewhat jealous since Gilman was completely CROWDED with people.
They eventually stopped playing and let us back stage. Mike showed up and gasped, "You're back! And who are these two ladies you have with you?"
"Oh, this is Sara...and this is Nikki," I said, "the other two left me behind."
"I see," he said with a laugh. "Let me go get Billie and Tré," and turned away.
"He's kind of hot," Nikki said.
I raised an eyebrow, "I think you'd like that Billie character better. So BACK OFF, BIOTCH!"
Sara laughed, "Back off, TWATWAFFLE!" She turned when she heard a high pitched laugh and saw a boy with crazy green hair.
"Twatwaffle?" he asked. "That's new. Well...well...SUCK MY...FINGERS!" he screamed and Sara started laughing loudly. "I'm Frank...um you can just call me Tré."
Sara turned to me and raised her eyebrows repeatedly and mouthed, "He's HOT!"
I rolled my eyes and piped in, "Tré, this is Sara, the random one I told you about...she's a drummer, too. And this is Nikki, she plays guitar."
"Oh, so what do you play then? I thought you played guitar," he said with a confused look on his face.
"HOLY FLYING BLUE PICKLES! I told you I played bass, you moron," I said with a laugh.
Again there was another laugh and Billie Joe and Mike entered the room.
"Okay, so I see you guys met Tré, now meet Billie. Alora, who are your friends again?" Mike asked.
"This is Sara!!!!!!" Tré yelled, pointing to her. "THE DRUMMER!" and bounced over to her. Then he bounced over to Nikki and yelled, "THIS IS THE ONE WITH THE GLASSES! NIKKI! DUN DUN DUN! She plays GEETAR! Alora's a bassistttttttttt....Mike, ahem ahem..." he coughed a bit.
I didn't know why though, I was a bit slow. Evidently Sara picked up, because she gave me a muwhahaha-ish look.
Billie Joe waved, "Hey, I'm Billie Joe," he turned to Mike. He looked awfully tired while he spoke, "I told some friends that I'd meet up with them. Does anyone want to come? I mean, I wouldn't mind."
Nikki jumped at the chance, "ME...! Um, sure!" I was right about how she'd like him.
"Anyone else?" Billie asked, looking around.
Sara and I shook our heads as Tré looked at him scornfully with a look that kind of spoke, saying, "How dare you! Don't take the crazy one!"
Billie and Nikki walked out and I followed Mike as he sat down on a chair. I sat next to him and looked at him with a smile.
********************Saras POV********************
As I stood there watching Mike and Alora, I looked over at Tré. Wow, he looked like a pretty fun guy. She was right, I really had to admit. Many thoughts were going through my head, which doesn't happen often, and I really shouldn't list them all, but anyway...
"QUEER! You're ditching me!" I yelled.
"No I'm not!" Alora yelled back, "be social and un-shy and sit next to...TRE!" She pointed to him.
I was only shy when I had this feeling my stomach. And this was one of those moments where that was happening. I tapped my fingers on the nearest surface nervously.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me down into a chair. I looked to my left and saw Tré grinning ear to ear. I laughed, "What did you do that for?"
"I know when drummers are nervous, besides, I wanted you to sit by me."
I felt my face get hot and thought to myself, JEEZ! DON'T DO THIS NOW! I gave out a frustrated sigh, then smiled. "Tré, you're hair is AWESOME."
"Why thank you," he said touching his hair, "You know you want me!"
I laughed again, "Oh yeah," I had totally forgotten about Mike and Alora. I looked over and they were having some weird conversation. I think one of them had just said macaroni and cheese with hot dogs. Or maybe that's just me. Or maybe it was coffee or some kind of...dare I say it? BOOK.
I looked back to Tré and he said, "So you play drums? Do you play drums? Or was it just a lie? DO YA? DO YA? HUH! HUH! WHAT NOW, PUNK! WHAT! WHAT!"
"DAMN STRAIGHT, FUCKING ANARCHY, BITCH!" I yelled back, and I actually made him laugh.
"Hey! That's mine!" Alora yelled to me.
"BACK OFF BITCH, I'M THE MESSIAH!!!!" I laughed evilly.
They all started laughing, but for some reason seeing Tré laugh made me the most happy, and turned my face red again. I didn't know why.
All of a sudden, I felt a smack in my face and I saw Tré with a pillow with an evil smirk. He was holding a pillow.
"Where'd you get that!?" I asked.
He pointed over to a shelf with a pile of pillows on it. Why that was there, I don't know why, but I dodged for it and grabbed one and smacked him back. I threw one to Alora and said, "Let's get 'em!"
"PILLOW FIGHT!" Mike declared.
Alora hit Mike in the head and it was all down hill from there. Before we knew it, feathers were beginning to fly and it was a mess.
All of a sudden, I felt myself hit the ground and weight on top of me. I saw Tré and laughed.
Alora yelled, "Hey back off, man! You barely even know her!" We all started laughing again, except Tré who blushed, but covered up by hitting me again so I wouldn't see. Alora noticed, she told me later that night.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike and Alora going at it, with the pillows, of course. (Gosh you sick minded people!)
"Hey Tré!" Mike called, "Every man for himself now!" He hit Tré with a pillow and made him fall back while he was standing on his knees, and he automatically grabbed my arm, pulling me down and rolling with him. As we did so, we knocked into Alora and made her "fly" (we always joked about her having...super powers...) and fall down into a pile of feathers.
At that point, feathers were falling and we were laughing so hard while laying on the ground.
Eventually we got up, cleaned up some of the mess, and left Gilman. We piled into one car and Mike drove, while sitting in the passenger seat was Alora, and Tré and I climbed in the back.
"Hey...where are Billie and Nikki?" Alora finally asked, we'd all been wondering.
Tré piped up, pointing up a finger, "They may be in a hotel room! If you catch my drift..."
"Getting it on," I said, and nudged Tré with an evil smirk and we snickered at each other. Mike and Alora laughed at our actions.
Mike drove to the house they were at, and it looked run down and surprisingly not many people were there. "Looks like we're staying here for the night."
We got out of the car and walked to the door and walked inside.
To be continued...
Now, Nikki was the ring leader, the one you could follow. She was somewhat level headed, more than Sara and I. Nikki was the one who planned some things, was a partier, and liked to have fun.
Sara on the other hand...well...that's a whole different story. She was kind of...how do you say it? How do you say it? PERVERTED. I mean to the extreme, but hilarious at the same time. And she was crazy and hyper and often reminded me of what Tré seemed to be like. She was the one who came up with all the crazy plans that Nikki and I had to put the logic behind. Well, mostly me.
And I, am the geek. The know-it-all, basically. But I liked to have fun at the same time. Like sometimes, when I pee, I laugh. And I laugh when I pee. And I spit soda out a lot. I was the actual BRAINS, behind the operation, which is what I liked about that Mike dude. He was pretty nice. Anyway. On with the story.
Nikki, Sara, and I met up at my house because they lived in an apartment down the street. Then I told them the plan.
I started, "Well, I met these guys at Gilman Street, and they're really nice and remind me of you guys. So I was supposed to hang out with them with Kim and Emilee, but they chickened out, so you guys have to come with me. Cause...well, I don't think I can be left alone with these people."
"Ooh," Sara said in a hillbilly voice, "Do they wan' tuh have sexual relations!?"
Nikki and I started laughing loudly. "Of course, Sara, of course," Nikki said, sarcastically.
So finally we all piled in the car, after putting on heavy eyeliner, and headed down to Gilman, twitching with annoyance as Sara tapped her fingers on the car door.
I couldn't wait to see Mike, and Sara wouldn't stop asking me about Tré.
"What's he like?" Sara asked, excitedly.
"Well..." I started, "perverted, hyper, funny, loud, obnoxious, and he likes the Ramones. Kind of like you."
"REALLY! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! He sounds fucking awesome!" I screamed, jumping up and down.
"Gosh Sara, calm down," Nikki said, "Too much...uh, coke, right Sara?"
"Umm...jeez, so good...I MEAN OF COURSE NOT! Lovely weather we're having!"
"NIKKI! SARA!" I screamed over the loud music coming from inside Gilman. "I think that Green Day band is playing a song! It sound's like Billie Joe?"
Sara snorted, "Billie Joe?"
"He's from a different state," I said, "like me."
"Ohhhhhh."
As we walked up to the door, I pulled out the backstage passes they had give me and forked them over to Nikki and Sara. "Put them on and hurry! I think they're almost done."
We walked to the back, and showed them our passes, and waiting until they were done. The people around us looked somewhat jealous since Gilman was completely CROWDED with people.
They eventually stopped playing and let us back stage. Mike showed up and gasped, "You're back! And who are these two ladies you have with you?"
"Oh, this is Sara...and this is Nikki," I said, "the other two left me behind."
"I see," he said with a laugh. "Let me go get Billie and Tré," and turned away.
"He's kind of hot," Nikki said.
I raised an eyebrow, "I think you'd like that Billie character better. So BACK OFF, BIOTCH!"
Sara laughed, "Back off, TWATWAFFLE!" She turned when she heard a high pitched laugh and saw a boy with crazy green hair.
"Twatwaffle?" he asked. "That's new. Well...well...SUCK MY...FINGERS!" he screamed and Sara started laughing loudly. "I'm Frank...um you can just call me Tré."
Sara turned to me and raised her eyebrows repeatedly and mouthed, "He's HOT!"
I rolled my eyes and piped in, "Tré, this is Sara, the random one I told you about...she's a drummer, too. And this is Nikki, she plays guitar."
"Oh, so what do you play then? I thought you played guitar," he said with a confused look on his face.
"HOLY FLYING BLUE PICKLES! I told you I played bass, you moron," I said with a laugh.
Again there was another laugh and Billie Joe and Mike entered the room.
"Okay, so I see you guys met Tré, now meet Billie. Alora, who are your friends again?" Mike asked.
"This is Sara!!!!!!" Tré yelled, pointing to her. "THE DRUMMER!" and bounced over to her. Then he bounced over to Nikki and yelled, "THIS IS THE ONE WITH THE GLASSES! NIKKI! DUN DUN DUN! She plays GEETAR! Alora's a bassistttttttttt....Mike, ahem ahem..." he coughed a bit.
I didn't know why though, I was a bit slow. Evidently Sara picked up, because she gave me a muwhahaha-ish look.
Billie Joe waved, "Hey, I'm Billie Joe," he turned to Mike. He looked awfully tired while he spoke, "I told some friends that I'd meet up with them. Does anyone want to come? I mean, I wouldn't mind."
Nikki jumped at the chance, "ME...! Um, sure!" I was right about how she'd like him.
"Anyone else?" Billie asked, looking around.
Sara and I shook our heads as Tré looked at him scornfully with a look that kind of spoke, saying, "How dare you! Don't take the crazy one!"
Billie and Nikki walked out and I followed Mike as he sat down on a chair. I sat next to him and looked at him with a smile.
********************Saras POV********************
As I stood there watching Mike and Alora, I looked over at Tré. Wow, he looked like a pretty fun guy. She was right, I really had to admit. Many thoughts were going through my head, which doesn't happen often, and I really shouldn't list them all, but anyway...
"QUEER! You're ditching me!" I yelled.
"No I'm not!" Alora yelled back, "be social and un-shy and sit next to...TRE!" She pointed to him.
I was only shy when I had this feeling my stomach. And this was one of those moments where that was happening. I tapped my fingers on the nearest surface nervously.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me down into a chair. I looked to my left and saw Tré grinning ear to ear. I laughed, "What did you do that for?"
"I know when drummers are nervous, besides, I wanted you to sit by me."
I felt my face get hot and thought to myself, JEEZ! DON'T DO THIS NOW! I gave out a frustrated sigh, then smiled. "Tré, you're hair is AWESOME."
"Why thank you," he said touching his hair, "You know you want me!"
I laughed again, "Oh yeah," I had totally forgotten about Mike and Alora. I looked over and they were having some weird conversation. I think one of them had just said macaroni and cheese with hot dogs. Or maybe that's just me. Or maybe it was coffee or some kind of...dare I say it? BOOK.
I looked back to Tré and he said, "So you play drums? Do you play drums? Or was it just a lie? DO YA? DO YA? HUH! HUH! WHAT NOW, PUNK! WHAT! WHAT!"
"DAMN STRAIGHT, FUCKING ANARCHY, BITCH!" I yelled back, and I actually made him laugh.
"Hey! That's mine!" Alora yelled to me.
"BACK OFF BITCH, I'M THE MESSIAH!!!!" I laughed evilly.
They all started laughing, but for some reason seeing Tré laugh made me the most happy, and turned my face red again. I didn't know why.
All of a sudden, I felt a smack in my face and I saw Tré with a pillow with an evil smirk. He was holding a pillow.
"Where'd you get that!?" I asked.
He pointed over to a shelf with a pile of pillows on it. Why that was there, I don't know why, but I dodged for it and grabbed one and smacked him back. I threw one to Alora and said, "Let's get 'em!"
"PILLOW FIGHT!" Mike declared.
Alora hit Mike in the head and it was all down hill from there. Before we knew it, feathers were beginning to fly and it was a mess.
All of a sudden, I felt myself hit the ground and weight on top of me. I saw Tré and laughed.
Alora yelled, "Hey back off, man! You barely even know her!" We all started laughing again, except Tré who blushed, but covered up by hitting me again so I wouldn't see. Alora noticed, she told me later that night.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike and Alora going at it, with the pillows, of course. (Gosh you sick minded people!)
"Hey Tré!" Mike called, "Every man for himself now!" He hit Tré with a pillow and made him fall back while he was standing on his knees, and he automatically grabbed my arm, pulling me down and rolling with him. As we did so, we knocked into Alora and made her "fly" (we always joked about her having...super powers...) and fall down into a pile of feathers.
At that point, feathers were falling and we were laughing so hard while laying on the ground.
Eventually we got up, cleaned up some of the mess, and left Gilman. We piled into one car and Mike drove, while sitting in the passenger seat was Alora, and Tré and I climbed in the back.
"Hey...where are Billie and Nikki?" Alora finally asked, we'd all been wondering.
Tré piped up, pointing up a finger, "They may be in a hotel room! If you catch my drift..."
"Getting it on," I said, and nudged Tré with an evil smirk and we snickered at each other. Mike and Alora laughed at our actions.
Mike drove to the house they were at, and it looked run down and surprisingly not many people were there. "Looks like we're staying here for the night."
We got out of the car and walked to the door and walked inside.
To be continued...
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