Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut, chapter 3
I woke up really late the next morning, late for me anyway. Everyone was in the kitchen, including Mike and Tre, fixing/eating breakfast and were trying their hardest to be quiet about it. Yes, Tre was being quie; I was just as suprised as you are now. In fact, I wouldn't have woken up for a few more hours if my stupid cell phone hadn't have started ringing. Yeah, I know, I'm weird, I sleep with my cell right next to me. I answered it fast, turning the color of my burgundy hair.
"Hello?"
"Hi... Is this Beth Richardson?"
"Yeah..."
"This is the movers... We'll be there in about half an hour. We are so sorry our truck broke down..."
"It's OK... If I'm not there you have the key."
"Yeah... Ok... Bye..."
"Bye"
I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find at lest a little bit of coffee left. Of course, with Mike in the house, there wasn't enough coffee to worry about.
"Good Morning. You must be the new neighbor."
I looked up to see Mike looking at me, expecting and answer. All I could do was grunt. I could NEVER talk in the mornings, especially before having my coffee.
"Jeez, you're really sweet. I thought you said she was sweet Billie. And Adie, you said she was talkative and opened right up to people. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!" Apparently Tre didn't know what is was like to not have coffee.
"Dude, I just woke up! And I haven't had my coffee yet. Just don't talk to me right now."
Ok, so that was kinda harsh, but it's nothing my family hasn'd heard before. That was mild compared to some of the things I said to my grandpa when he'd act all giddy in the mornings. God, that was annoying.
"Here, have mine." Mike offered
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I've already had three cups."
"Thanks." Mike and me just kinda smiled at eachother as he handed over the beloved coffee.
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Later that day, Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, and I were bringing more boxes and my furniture into the house. I had told the movers to go back home after they got everything into the yard. I really just wanted to get to know these guys better, but of course I wasn't going to tell anyone that, so I just told the movers they had suffered enough. So, after the movers left, three guys and me were walking in and out of the house, struggling with all my boxes and my big squishy couch and mattress. I had fallen 50 bazillion times and gotten hit in the head with something too many times to count. What else could I expect when I looked like an Oompa Loompa compared to these guys? Being 22 and only 5' 2 1/2" isn't always the funnest thing in the world. We were actually having fun, laughing over my klutzyness, after Tre and me had appologized to eachother and given eachother bear hugs. Everything was going ab fab until we started unpacking things.
We had gotten my bed put together and mad, gotten the living room set up and the dining room arranged, and all that was really left to do was hang up my clothes and put my random pictures and things on my shelves and walls. Of course, I was having so much fun with them that I forgot who they were AND who my favorite band was. I should seriously have the word DUMBASS tattooed to my forhead. Anyway, Billie Joe and Tre had left to get all of us something to eat and to check on the other people in the world. Mike and I were upstairs, putting pictures up on the hallway and bedroom walls, just talking about stuff, having a good time. Then he found the box. I had put all my Green Day stuff in this one box; my posters, pictures, CD cases, even my first GD shirt and a letter I had written to them at 15. The next few moments were THE most embarrising moments of my live... Well, at least my life up to that day.
Mike opened the box and started handing me the rolled up posters, not knowing what they had on them, of course. I was just sitting on the floor laughing over something he had said, putting the posters in a neat pile until I could figure out where to put them. Then all of the sudden he stopped as he saw one of the smaller pictures. I looked over at him, wondering why he wasn't handing me anything and he just sat there, staring. He started sifted through the box, looking at every picture I had. He looked up, straight into my eyes, and all he could manage to say was "WOW." I turned the color of my hair again and ran out of the room. Ok, so I wasn't running, I was more like shuffling really fast. I didn't start running until I reached the hallway.
Guess where I ran to? I ran to the damn kitchen to find a Pepsi; I am WAY too dependant on caffine. I couldn't find one (DER! ) and I didn't want to bug Adrienne for one, fearing having to answere questions, so what do I do? I hid under the dining room table, like I did when I was little when I'd get in trouble (hell, when I was little, I'd play under there for the hell of it). I just sat there, rocking back and forth, rubbing my thumbnail between my botton teeth, until Billie and Tre came back.
I was close to falling asleep, that's just what I did when I got upset, when Billie Joe and Tre stormed through the door with food, setting it on the table I was under. They kept commenting on how quiet it was in the house and of course, Tre made something nasty out of it. I heard them walk away and up the stairs towards my room. All they found there was Mike sitting alone with that damn box.
"Guys, come look at this."
"WOW."
"Yeah, I know."
"Why didn't she tell us she was a fan."
I could hear someone getting smacked.
"DER! I already knew she was and she didn't want you guys to think she was a freakin stalker!"
"That does makes sense..."
Jeez, they talked really loud... Or maybe I just have too good of hearing... I dunno.
"Where'd she go?"
"She's downstairs, somewhere. I didn't mean to offend her. I just haven't met very many people who have kept everything for so long."
"Hey guys, come here."
"What?"
"There's a letter in here that she wrote to us when she was 15."
"Wow."
Am I an amazing person or what?
"I'm gonna go look for her."
"K"
"I'll help you."
They walked, extremely fast I might add, down my stairs. They looked all over the place, passing me 50 bazillion times, before I got annoyed and started hitting the floor to get their attention. People walking back and forth too much just really pisses me off; don't ask. By the shoes they were wearing, I could tell that Tre had decided to stay upstairs and read the letter. Anyway, so I was hitting my hand on the floor, getting their attention. Mike and Billie Joe finally stopped in front of the table and crouched down. All I could do was look up at them and smile. I was seriously holding back my infamous giggles. Way deep down I wanted to cry, but like Tinkerbell, I am way too tiny to feel more than one emotion at a time.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" Mike said in a half relieved, half worried out of his mind voice.
"I'm hiding from the cruel, cruel world, Mike." I said extremely sarcastically. All the sudden I got REALLY pissed off at him.
"What did Mike do to you?" Billie Joe was getting just as pissed at me for my comment as I was at Mike.
"He found out my dirty little secret."
"How is that a "dirty" secret? How is that even a secret? Do you really think we would care if we found out you were a fan?"
Jeez, Mike really knew how to get things outta people. He gave me this look that MADE me tell him the truth. Nobody had EVER gotten the whole truth out of me, or even tried, but that look made me feel 15 again. You know, like you just did something really stupid and your parents, or grandparents in my case, are "very dissapointed in you"? It was like that, but ten times worse.
"Fine, you wanna know the truth? I totally space who you guys really were and when you saw the pictures and stuff in that damn box, I remembered. I figured with that 'WOW' you thought I was a freaking teeny. Happy now?" I flipped onto my back and stared at the bottom of the table. I know, for being 22 I still acted pretty immature. I hated opening up to people, though. I always feel like telling someone something personal gives them a season pass to my soul; like they can see or hear anything they want at anytime. I was always afraid of people judging me, too.
"I'm sorry..." Mike gave Billie Joe a look like "I really gotta smooth this over... Without your help".
"Hello?"
"Hi... Is this Beth Richardson?"
"Yeah..."
"This is the movers... We'll be there in about half an hour. We are so sorry our truck broke down..."
"It's OK... If I'm not there you have the key."
"Yeah... Ok... Bye..."
"Bye"
I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find at lest a little bit of coffee left. Of course, with Mike in the house, there wasn't enough coffee to worry about.
"Good Morning. You must be the new neighbor."
I looked up to see Mike looking at me, expecting and answer. All I could do was grunt. I could NEVER talk in the mornings, especially before having my coffee.
"Jeez, you're really sweet. I thought you said she was sweet Billie. And Adie, you said she was talkative and opened right up to people. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!" Apparently Tre didn't know what is was like to not have coffee.
"Dude, I just woke up! And I haven't had my coffee yet. Just don't talk to me right now."
Ok, so that was kinda harsh, but it's nothing my family hasn'd heard before. That was mild compared to some of the things I said to my grandpa when he'd act all giddy in the mornings. God, that was annoying.
"Here, have mine." Mike offered
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I've already had three cups."
"Thanks." Mike and me just kinda smiled at eachother as he handed over the beloved coffee.
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Later that day, Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, and I were bringing more boxes and my furniture into the house. I had told the movers to go back home after they got everything into the yard. I really just wanted to get to know these guys better, but of course I wasn't going to tell anyone that, so I just told the movers they had suffered enough. So, after the movers left, three guys and me were walking in and out of the house, struggling with all my boxes and my big squishy couch and mattress. I had fallen 50 bazillion times and gotten hit in the head with something too many times to count. What else could I expect when I looked like an Oompa Loompa compared to these guys? Being 22 and only 5' 2 1/2" isn't always the funnest thing in the world. We were actually having fun, laughing over my klutzyness, after Tre and me had appologized to eachother and given eachother bear hugs. Everything was going ab fab until we started unpacking things.
We had gotten my bed put together and mad, gotten the living room set up and the dining room arranged, and all that was really left to do was hang up my clothes and put my random pictures and things on my shelves and walls. Of course, I was having so much fun with them that I forgot who they were AND who my favorite band was. I should seriously have the word DUMBASS tattooed to my forhead. Anyway, Billie Joe and Tre had left to get all of us something to eat and to check on the other people in the world. Mike and I were upstairs, putting pictures up on the hallway and bedroom walls, just talking about stuff, having a good time. Then he found the box. I had put all my Green Day stuff in this one box; my posters, pictures, CD cases, even my first GD shirt and a letter I had written to them at 15. The next few moments were THE most embarrising moments of my live... Well, at least my life up to that day.
Mike opened the box and started handing me the rolled up posters, not knowing what they had on them, of course. I was just sitting on the floor laughing over something he had said, putting the posters in a neat pile until I could figure out where to put them. Then all of the sudden he stopped as he saw one of the smaller pictures. I looked over at him, wondering why he wasn't handing me anything and he just sat there, staring. He started sifted through the box, looking at every picture I had. He looked up, straight into my eyes, and all he could manage to say was "WOW." I turned the color of my hair again and ran out of the room. Ok, so I wasn't running, I was more like shuffling really fast. I didn't start running until I reached the hallway.
Guess where I ran to? I ran to the damn kitchen to find a Pepsi; I am WAY too dependant on caffine. I couldn't find one (DER! ) and I didn't want to bug Adrienne for one, fearing having to answere questions, so what do I do? I hid under the dining room table, like I did when I was little when I'd get in trouble (hell, when I was little, I'd play under there for the hell of it). I just sat there, rocking back and forth, rubbing my thumbnail between my botton teeth, until Billie and Tre came back.
I was close to falling asleep, that's just what I did when I got upset, when Billie Joe and Tre stormed through the door with food, setting it on the table I was under. They kept commenting on how quiet it was in the house and of course, Tre made something nasty out of it. I heard them walk away and up the stairs towards my room. All they found there was Mike sitting alone with that damn box.
"Guys, come look at this."
"WOW."
"Yeah, I know."
"Why didn't she tell us she was a fan."
I could hear someone getting smacked.
"DER! I already knew she was and she didn't want you guys to think she was a freakin stalker!"
"That does makes sense..."
Jeez, they talked really loud... Or maybe I just have too good of hearing... I dunno.
"Where'd she go?"
"She's downstairs, somewhere. I didn't mean to offend her. I just haven't met very many people who have kept everything for so long."
"Hey guys, come here."
"What?"
"There's a letter in here that she wrote to us when she was 15."
"Wow."
Am I an amazing person or what?
"I'm gonna go look for her."
"K"
"I'll help you."
They walked, extremely fast I might add, down my stairs. They looked all over the place, passing me 50 bazillion times, before I got annoyed and started hitting the floor to get their attention. People walking back and forth too much just really pisses me off; don't ask. By the shoes they were wearing, I could tell that Tre had decided to stay upstairs and read the letter. Anyway, so I was hitting my hand on the floor, getting their attention. Mike and Billie Joe finally stopped in front of the table and crouched down. All I could do was look up at them and smile. I was seriously holding back my infamous giggles. Way deep down I wanted to cry, but like Tinkerbell, I am way too tiny to feel more than one emotion at a time.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" Mike said in a half relieved, half worried out of his mind voice.
"I'm hiding from the cruel, cruel world, Mike." I said extremely sarcastically. All the sudden I got REALLY pissed off at him.
"What did Mike do to you?" Billie Joe was getting just as pissed at me for my comment as I was at Mike.
"He found out my dirty little secret."
"How is that a "dirty" secret? How is that even a secret? Do you really think we would care if we found out you were a fan?"
Jeez, Mike really knew how to get things outta people. He gave me this look that MADE me tell him the truth. Nobody had EVER gotten the whole truth out of me, or even tried, but that look made me feel 15 again. You know, like you just did something really stupid and your parents, or grandparents in my case, are "very dissapointed in you"? It was like that, but ten times worse.
"Fine, you wanna know the truth? I totally space who you guys really were and when you saw the pictures and stuff in that damn box, I remembered. I figured with that 'WOW' you thought I was a freaking teeny. Happy now?" I flipped onto my back and stared at the bottom of the table. I know, for being 22 I still acted pretty immature. I hated opening up to people, though. I always feel like telling someone something personal gives them a season pass to my soul; like they can see or hear anything they want at anytime. I was always afraid of people judging me, too.
"I'm sorry..." Mike gave Billie Joe a look like "I really gotta smooth this over... Without your help".
