Don't Try To Fix Me, I Swear I'm Not Broken, chapter 1

I groaned as I woke up to smell of heavy liquor around me, and forgot where I had crashed the previous night. I looked up to see my friend Nikki laying half way off of a couch with a beer can firmly in her grasp. I shifted to see my surroundings and remembered that we had partied hard last night, and somehow had gotten back to our apartment.
"WAKE UP! LOOK IT'S BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!" I screamed, jumping up, and almost fell over but I caught my balance. I pointed behind her.
"WHAT!?" She immediately leaned up and looked behind her, the beer can falling and spilling on the floor.
"Nice try, Tater Tot."
I grinned. My name is Sara, but most of my friends called me Tater or Tate, because when I was about thirteen, I had an addiction for tater tots and Blue Collar Comedy. I played drums for our so called "band", but it was just me and Nikki, who had the roll of lead singer/guitar. We had lost our bassist, so we were stuck in Berkeley going to Gilman Street on weekends, but not performing. My drumming role model was Tre Cool from the Gilman root band Green Day, and Nikki's insperation was Billie Joe Armstrong. We told everyone we weren't obsessed, just deeply interested.
We moved to Berkeley right after high school, determined to continue our career in music. We were from a little central town in Illinois, and felt like complete outsiders when we got there, but all of a sudden we started making lots of friends, but none of whom played the bass.
"My head hurtsssss..." I kept saying, as I plopped over onto the arm chair. To be blunt, our apartment was a MESS.
"We need to clean," Nikki said, pulling herself up off of the couch and walking into the kitchen to get something to cool herself off.
"NOOOO, we need to...uh...well, actually, I don't know what we need to do," I said in confusion. Luckily I didn't get TOO wasted last night, and my headache started to fade.
"Well, let's just go out or something. I'm bored here," Nikki said, pulling open the door and walking downstairs.
"Wait for meeee!" I said, running down after her and slamming the door shut. As we walked outside, I ran to our piece of shit car and yelled, "I'M DRIVING!"
Nikki laughed, "I'm definitely wearing my seatbelt now."
I sat in front and immediately took off quickly, down High street and past the park. As we came to a stop sign, I squealed to a stop and we jerked forward slightly.
"I swear to God! You need to go back to school and re-take your fucking driving classes," Nikki said, holding onto the handle in the car for support.
I looked off to my side and saw a car swerving around as well, which reminded me of myself and said, "Well! You can't blame me! Look at that guy!" I said, pointing out the window towards the other car.
"Okay, so you're not the only crazed person out there," she said to me.
"YEAH WELL...your mom went to college!" I said as I turned the corner.
"No she didn't."
"Well...well...!" I stopped the car, and the last thing I knew, I saw a black figure heading straight toward us, and that's all I remembered.
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The next thing I knew, I was laying in a bed in a very unfamiliar room. I was woried about where I was, but my body ached too much to lean up and see what was going on.
"Is she going to be alright?" I heard someone whisper.
"Yeah, she's just a little sore from the accident..."
I heard someone sigh, "Jesus, Tré, could you have drove anymore stupidly?"
That's when I groaned and slowly leaned up, and I almost faitned right then and there when I saw the three men to my left. "GREEN DAY?"
"Well...Billie Joe, Mike, and Tré if you want to get specific," Mike said.
"It's nice to meet you, I would say the same for Tré, but he's a little hyper right now," Billie Joe added.
I laughed as Tré paced around the room, banging things, or maybe even people with a pair of his signature drumsticks. Then I rememered, "Where's Nikki? What happened?"
"Don't worry!" Tré said, finally sitting down and somewhat calming himself down. "That one chick that was with you, she's fine, she's out getting something to eat for you."
Billie Joe nudged Tré, "Yeah and I think YOU need to apologize to someone."
"And I think you need to mind your own BIZ-NAZ!" he said, poking Billie in the stomach.
"Yeah you do need mind your own business, like when you snuck into Tré's porn last night..." Mike said, before getting cut off.
"MIKE!"
"Shutting up."
"Seriously though," Tré started out, "I was driving the car and I was acting like an idiot like usual, and we ran into you guys. But! You're not hurt or anything...the doctor just examined you, said you'd be fine."
I smiled at Tré, "Thanks."
"What's your name anyway? I know Nikki already, but you?" Billie Joe inquired.
I sat up in my bed and looked at them, I felt a lot better already, "My name is Sara, but alot of my friends called me Tater, Tate, you can call me what you guys want. I'm just a 19 year old kid, with a crappy job, and hardly any money."
"Sounds like us when we were younger," Mike said.
Just then, Nikki walked in with a bunch of McDonalds food and plopped it all on the table next to me.
"Did you get my double cheeseburger? I demand you give me it!" Tré said, grabbing the bag from her and reaching in side. He waved the package in front of his two band members, "Hahaha! Meat! You guys can't have none! Hmmm...!"
"SLAUGHTERED COW!" I yelled randomly and me, Tré, and Nikki all laughed.
All of a sudden I felt a wet object be thrown at my face. I peeled it off and saw a ketchup covered pickle. "OH, you're gonna get it, FRANK!"
"Oh no you didn't!" He yelled back, a gigantic grin on his face. "IT'S WAR!"
And about after ten minutes of constant pickle throwing etc etc, the nurse came in and told us to knock it off, and cleaned everything up.
"More shit to wash..." she mumbled, grabbing the sheets off the bed.
"Excuse me, young lady!?" Tré said to her, "What was that!?"
Billie Joe, Mike, and Nikki all laughed, while I added in, "YEAH! I heard some naughty language! You trot right back to your room and do your chores!"
She glared at us, and walked away, while we sat there laughing.
"Well, I think we should be going," Billie Joe finally said, standing up. "Do you want to hang out another time?"
"Sure!" Nikki and I said at the same time.
"Alright, just meet us outside Gilman tomorrow, since we both know where that is, okay?" Tré asked before him and the rest of them walked out.
"ALRIGHT!" I yelled back before the door shut behind him. This had been a very interesting day.