Paris, chapter 1
*Keep in mind, Adies not in this story*
I was just a normal 23 year-old living on her own. Mot in college though. I couldn't take this boring town anymore. "That's it! I'm so freaking bored!" I screamed into the phone at my friend. "Hey, so am I. But you don't see me screaming it at the top of my lungs." My best friend since Pre-school replied. "Listen, Clarissa, why don't you take some time for yourself and go somewhere?" "You know, that's not such a bad idea! And I know where I'm going to!" "Where?" "Paris!" "Oh! I wish I could go! But I have to study for and exam this Friday." "I told you it would be more fun not going to college!" "I know, but you know how my parents are." "You're right Monica. Well, I'm on the computer reght now and there's a ticket for tomorrow." "Well, what are you waiting for? Get it girl!" "Okay! I'll call you when I get there, okay?" "Yeah, I'll talk to you soon, bye!" "Bye!" I went upstairs and started packing for a 2 week long trip. I crawled into bed and set my alarm for 5 AM.
"Shit! My CD's!" I dashed upstairs and grabbed my carry-on bag and flew out the door and drove to the airport. I arrived just in time for boarding. I sat down for about 20 minutes while everyone got situated when a woman came up to me and said, "Ma'am, it seems we have over booked our flight. Do you mind if we bump you up to first class?" "No, not at all." I said. "Do you mind sitting next to someone?" "No, I'll be okay." I followed the woman to the front of the plane where she showed me to my seat next to a man in a black suit with a ball cap and sunglasses on. We exchanged glances then I sat down and pulled out my Cd player. (I was getting an IPod for my birthday!) I looked over at the man and said, "I'm just going to tell you right now, if you're one of those rich snobs who listens to classical music and only that, then you're going to hate me." He looked at me, I could tell he was confused. He said, "Why? What kind of music do you listen to?" "Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Green Day. Mostly punk-rock." I could tell he was interested in what I was saying. "You like Green Day?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "So what do you think of the guys?" "I think they're amazing! You know the lead singer, Billie, he inspired me to play guitar. I've been playing since I was 12!" He smiled when I said this, not a happy 'good for you' smile, but a sort of proud one. "So who do you think is the cutest?" He asked, he looked like he was about to laugh as he said this. "Oh my god! Do you even have to ask? Billie Joe! I know there are girls who love Mike and girls who love Tre'. But I'm one of the girls who is in love with Billie joe Armstrong." I replied. He began to remove his sunglasses and hat as he said, "No, I don't think I'll have a problem with the music you listen to." I imagine I blinked over 50,000 times! I must have looked like an idiot sitting there staring at him in awe. It was him, my idol, Billie Joe Armstrong! He smiled at me and said, "So, you think I'm the cutest?" As he put his index finger up to his cheek and bat his eyelashes. I just sat there staring at him; finally coming back to earth I hit myself on my forehead and cursed under my breath. He looked at me a little confused. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, but I just realized that I just told Billie Joe Armstrong that I think he's hot." He laughed. The plane started to take off as we continued to talk.
"So where's Mike and Tre'?" I asked. Billie kicked the chair in front of him as an angry Tre' turned around to look at him. "What the hell was that for!?!" He said pulling his ear phones from his IPod out of his ears. "Say hello to uh, um, I never got your name." "Clarissa." I replied giggling a bit. "Clarissa," He repeated, "I like it. Tre', meet Clarissa." "Hey babe," He said eyeing me up and down, "Sweet job on finding a hot girl Billie!" Billie rolled his eyes and said, "Get Mike." "Kay hold on." Tre' turned around and hit Mike in the arm. "Turn around and meet the hottie nexto Billie" He said a little too loud. Mike hit Tre' back then turned around, "Hey," he said, "Nice to meet you." I blushed and looked down smiling at all the attention I was getting. Mike and Tre' turned around because the woman said they were being too loud and were disturbing other fliers. Billie and I laughed as a frustrated Tre' turned around and blasted his IPod so everyone could hear.
Billie looked at me and asked, "So, what CD's do you have?" "Um, International Superhits, American Idiot, Maroon 5, Good Charlotte Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and tons more." "What's the last CD you got?" "Um, My Chemical Romance." "Cool." "Do you mind if I ask you something?" "No, shoot." "Okay. How have you managed to keep writing songs? Don't you ever feel like there's noting left?" "Yeah, I just look deep inside myself and let it come to me." "That's pretty cool." We started talking some more when we hit some turbulance. Billie grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed his hand back. We were both scared half to death but then everything was back to normal. But for some reason Billie still held my hand. I looked at our hands holding each other then looked up at Billie. He smiled and we started talking again.
About and hour later I was so tired I leaned over resting my head on Billie's shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his head lay on mine as we both drifted off to sleep.
I was just a normal 23 year-old living on her own. Mot in college though. I couldn't take this boring town anymore. "That's it! I'm so freaking bored!" I screamed into the phone at my friend. "Hey, so am I. But you don't see me screaming it at the top of my lungs." My best friend since Pre-school replied. "Listen, Clarissa, why don't you take some time for yourself and go somewhere?" "You know, that's not such a bad idea! And I know where I'm going to!" "Where?" "Paris!" "Oh! I wish I could go! But I have to study for and exam this Friday." "I told you it would be more fun not going to college!" "I know, but you know how my parents are." "You're right Monica. Well, I'm on the computer reght now and there's a ticket for tomorrow." "Well, what are you waiting for? Get it girl!" "Okay! I'll call you when I get there, okay?" "Yeah, I'll talk to you soon, bye!" "Bye!" I went upstairs and started packing for a 2 week long trip. I crawled into bed and set my alarm for 5 AM.
"Shit! My CD's!" I dashed upstairs and grabbed my carry-on bag and flew out the door and drove to the airport. I arrived just in time for boarding. I sat down for about 20 minutes while everyone got situated when a woman came up to me and said, "Ma'am, it seems we have over booked our flight. Do you mind if we bump you up to first class?" "No, not at all." I said. "Do you mind sitting next to someone?" "No, I'll be okay." I followed the woman to the front of the plane where she showed me to my seat next to a man in a black suit with a ball cap and sunglasses on. We exchanged glances then I sat down and pulled out my Cd player. (I was getting an IPod for my birthday!) I looked over at the man and said, "I'm just going to tell you right now, if you're one of those rich snobs who listens to classical music and only that, then you're going to hate me." He looked at me, I could tell he was confused. He said, "Why? What kind of music do you listen to?" "Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Green Day. Mostly punk-rock." I could tell he was interested in what I was saying. "You like Green Day?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "So what do you think of the guys?" "I think they're amazing! You know the lead singer, Billie, he inspired me to play guitar. I've been playing since I was 12!" He smiled when I said this, not a happy 'good for you' smile, but a sort of proud one. "So who do you think is the cutest?" He asked, he looked like he was about to laugh as he said this. "Oh my god! Do you even have to ask? Billie Joe! I know there are girls who love Mike and girls who love Tre'. But I'm one of the girls who is in love with Billie joe Armstrong." I replied. He began to remove his sunglasses and hat as he said, "No, I don't think I'll have a problem with the music you listen to." I imagine I blinked over 50,000 times! I must have looked like an idiot sitting there staring at him in awe. It was him, my idol, Billie Joe Armstrong! He smiled at me and said, "So, you think I'm the cutest?" As he put his index finger up to his cheek and bat his eyelashes. I just sat there staring at him; finally coming back to earth I hit myself on my forehead and cursed under my breath. He looked at me a little confused. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, but I just realized that I just told Billie Joe Armstrong that I think he's hot." He laughed. The plane started to take off as we continued to talk.
"So where's Mike and Tre'?" I asked. Billie kicked the chair in front of him as an angry Tre' turned around to look at him. "What the hell was that for!?!" He said pulling his ear phones from his IPod out of his ears. "Say hello to uh, um, I never got your name." "Clarissa." I replied giggling a bit. "Clarissa," He repeated, "I like it. Tre', meet Clarissa." "Hey babe," He said eyeing me up and down, "Sweet job on finding a hot girl Billie!" Billie rolled his eyes and said, "Get Mike." "Kay hold on." Tre' turned around and hit Mike in the arm. "Turn around and meet the hottie nexto Billie" He said a little too loud. Mike hit Tre' back then turned around, "Hey," he said, "Nice to meet you." I blushed and looked down smiling at all the attention I was getting. Mike and Tre' turned around because the woman said they were being too loud and were disturbing other fliers. Billie and I laughed as a frustrated Tre' turned around and blasted his IPod so everyone could hear.
Billie looked at me and asked, "So, what CD's do you have?" "Um, International Superhits, American Idiot, Maroon 5, Good Charlotte Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and tons more." "What's the last CD you got?" "Um, My Chemical Romance." "Cool." "Do you mind if I ask you something?" "No, shoot." "Okay. How have you managed to keep writing songs? Don't you ever feel like there's noting left?" "Yeah, I just look deep inside myself and let it come to me." "That's pretty cool." We started talking some more when we hit some turbulance. Billie grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed his hand back. We were both scared half to death but then everything was back to normal. But for some reason Billie still held my hand. I looked at our hands holding each other then looked up at Billie. He smiled and we started talking again.
About and hour later I was so tired I leaned over resting my head on Billie's shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his head lay on mine as we both drifted off to sleep.
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