Heck Yes!, chapter 1
Annabelle typed in the website, quickly finding the right page. Scrolling down she found what she was looking for.
"Score!" She yelled, pumping her fist in the air. She bought the ticket, which happened to be an extremely good seat.
It happened to be that Green Day, her favorite band of all times, was coming to town. All she had to do was wait for one who month. She thought she was going to die. Seriously.
*
Annabelle sang quietly to herself, applying her black eyeliner, gray shadow, all that good stuff. The concert was only two hours away.
"Come on Anna! You're taking for-fucking-ever!" He roommate and best friend yelled at her.
"You take longer than me, so, I wouldn't be talking if I were you." She told her. She walked out of the bathroom, changed into her favorite outfit. A black knee-length skirt, red tank, with a cropped hoodie on over it.
"How do I look?" She twirled, her skirt flying up.
"Great." Amanda pushed past her into the bathroom. "I'll only be a sec, then we can head over."
Annabelle drove over with Amanda in the passenger seat, in her used '03 jeep wrangler, blasting the radio. Parking in the parking lot, they walked chatting excitedly to each other, to the main entrance. Flashing their tickets they quickly found their seats. They were in the first row. Middle of the stage. The best seats you can get.
An hour later, the starting band came up, finished their set, and the members of Green Day ran out. Annabelle could barely remember anything, she was having to much fun. All she remembered was this:
"Anybody know how to play drums?" Billie yelled into the Mike.
Annabelle jumped up from her seat, waving her hands frantically.
"She rocks! Pick her!" Amanda yelled.
"You! What's your name?" He said, grabbing her hand to help her on stage.
"Ann- Annabelle." She said.
"Can you play this Annabelle?" She heard Tre playing a simple beat, so she nodded her head. Heading over to the drums, Tre whispered something to her, handing her the drumsticks.
"That's a pretty name." He smiled, stepping back. Annabelle blushed, taking a seat.
Then she remembered being handed a backstage pass, and the show finishing. Amanda gushed over the pass, as she flashed it to security, leaving Amanda behind.
And now here she is, sitting backstage, and THE Tre Cool is walking over to her, beer in hand.
"Hey! Annabelle!" He sat down on the arm of a couch she had been standing by.
"Umm... H-Hey." She stuttered.
"So, you're really good at playing drums." He told her, taking a sip of his beer.
"Thanks." She blushed a little. Tre Cool had just told her she was good at the drums!
"How long ya been playin'?" He said, looking into her eyes.
"About... Three years."
"Seriously? You fucking rock if you've been playing three years then!" He laughed a little.
"Thanks." She looked down at her hands. She need to get something to eat.. Or drink. Anything so she could do something instead of look at her feet or look at him. She didn't want him to think she was staring at him.
"Want something to drink?" He asked her, as if reading her mind.
"Yes, I'd love something." She told him, and he told her to follow him to a cooler.
"You're over twenty-one, right?" HE said, grabbing a beer.
"Heck yes. Twenty-seven actually. Twenty-eight on... " She thought for a second. "Shit... Today." She said.
"You forgot your own birthday?" He said, handing her the beer.
"Yeah... " She said, popping her beer open, taking a sip.
"Well... Happy Birthday!" HE placed his hand on her neck, and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He released her, then kissed her. On the mouth.
"Shit." She muttered. Tre Cool just kissed her!
Later that night, they had got on so well, he invited her out with the guys so they could hang out more. And of course, she accepted. She had found it extremely easy to talk to all of them. Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, and Jason.
They were sitting at a table in a bar, all drinking. She was sitting in between Tre, and Billie Joe. Billie Joe had laid his arm around the top of where she was sitting.
"So, then he says, I'd like a cheeseburger, no cheese. The poor cashier got to confused and annoyed." Said Mike, laughing hysterically, mostly because he had had so much to drink.
Tre smiled a little, placing his hand on Annabelle's thigh. Annabelle blushed slightly, taking a sip of her beer. She glanced at her watch.
"I really should go now. It's late." She said, finishing her beer.
"You can't drive home!" Billie shouted.
"Neither can you." She told him, poking him.
"None of us can drive... Come back to our hotel with us! Come on! It'll be fun!" Tre said, squeezing her thigh slightly.
"Well, sure. I guess I can." They all gathered their things, then all squished in the back of a taxi. It wasn't comfortable. Billie sat on Mike, Jason sat in the middle, and, of course, Tre made Annabelle sit on him. Which she happily did so. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Soon she heard him snoring slightly in her ear. She laughed as Mike tickled Billie in his drunken state, and Billie giggled like a school girl.
Soon they were at the hotel, and Annabelle poked Tre on the head.
"We're here." She wasn't as drunk as everyone else, but she was close. She giggled as they both leaned on each other for support as they swayed over to the entrance, tripping a few times on the way.
"Would your guest need a room? Or will you share?" The woman at the front desk asked.
"She'll share with me... " Tre poked her in the ribs, giggling.
She typed a few things into her computer, and handed Annabelle her own key.
They went up the elevator, and each went to their rooms. Annabelle giggled as she missed the key slot thing. After the fifteenth try, Tre pushed her over, and she landed on the ground.
"I almost had it!" She pouted.
He grumbled something, and tried the key slot. After about five minutes, Annabelle got up, hold Tre's hand steady. The door swung open.
"We did it!"
"Score!" She yelled, pumping her fist in the air. She bought the ticket, which happened to be an extremely good seat.
It happened to be that Green Day, her favorite band of all times, was coming to town. All she had to do was wait for one who month. She thought she was going to die. Seriously.
*
Annabelle sang quietly to herself, applying her black eyeliner, gray shadow, all that good stuff. The concert was only two hours away.
"Come on Anna! You're taking for-fucking-ever!" He roommate and best friend yelled at her.
"You take longer than me, so, I wouldn't be talking if I were you." She told her. She walked out of the bathroom, changed into her favorite outfit. A black knee-length skirt, red tank, with a cropped hoodie on over it.
"How do I look?" She twirled, her skirt flying up.
"Great." Amanda pushed past her into the bathroom. "I'll only be a sec, then we can head over."
Annabelle drove over with Amanda in the passenger seat, in her used '03 jeep wrangler, blasting the radio. Parking in the parking lot, they walked chatting excitedly to each other, to the main entrance. Flashing their tickets they quickly found their seats. They were in the first row. Middle of the stage. The best seats you can get.
An hour later, the starting band came up, finished their set, and the members of Green Day ran out. Annabelle could barely remember anything, she was having to much fun. All she remembered was this:
"Anybody know how to play drums?" Billie yelled into the Mike.
Annabelle jumped up from her seat, waving her hands frantically.
"She rocks! Pick her!" Amanda yelled.
"You! What's your name?" He said, grabbing her hand to help her on stage.
"Ann- Annabelle." She said.
"Can you play this Annabelle?" She heard Tre playing a simple beat, so she nodded her head. Heading over to the drums, Tre whispered something to her, handing her the drumsticks.
"That's a pretty name." He smiled, stepping back. Annabelle blushed, taking a seat.
Then she remembered being handed a backstage pass, and the show finishing. Amanda gushed over the pass, as she flashed it to security, leaving Amanda behind.
And now here she is, sitting backstage, and THE Tre Cool is walking over to her, beer in hand.
"Hey! Annabelle!" He sat down on the arm of a couch she had been standing by.
"Umm... H-Hey." She stuttered.
"So, you're really good at playing drums." He told her, taking a sip of his beer.
"Thanks." She blushed a little. Tre Cool had just told her she was good at the drums!
"How long ya been playin'?" He said, looking into her eyes.
"About... Three years."
"Seriously? You fucking rock if you've been playing three years then!" He laughed a little.
"Thanks." She looked down at her hands. She need to get something to eat.. Or drink. Anything so she could do something instead of look at her feet or look at him. She didn't want him to think she was staring at him.
"Want something to drink?" He asked her, as if reading her mind.
"Yes, I'd love something." She told him, and he told her to follow him to a cooler.
"You're over twenty-one, right?" HE said, grabbing a beer.
"Heck yes. Twenty-seven actually. Twenty-eight on... " She thought for a second. "Shit... Today." She said.
"You forgot your own birthday?" He said, handing her the beer.
"Yeah... " She said, popping her beer open, taking a sip.
"Well... Happy Birthday!" HE placed his hand on her neck, and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He released her, then kissed her. On the mouth.
"Shit." She muttered. Tre Cool just kissed her!
Later that night, they had got on so well, he invited her out with the guys so they could hang out more. And of course, she accepted. She had found it extremely easy to talk to all of them. Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, and Jason.
They were sitting at a table in a bar, all drinking. She was sitting in between Tre, and Billie Joe. Billie Joe had laid his arm around the top of where she was sitting.
"So, then he says, I'd like a cheeseburger, no cheese. The poor cashier got to confused and annoyed." Said Mike, laughing hysterically, mostly because he had had so much to drink.
Tre smiled a little, placing his hand on Annabelle's thigh. Annabelle blushed slightly, taking a sip of her beer. She glanced at her watch.
"I really should go now. It's late." She said, finishing her beer.
"You can't drive home!" Billie shouted.
"Neither can you." She told him, poking him.
"None of us can drive... Come back to our hotel with us! Come on! It'll be fun!" Tre said, squeezing her thigh slightly.
"Well, sure. I guess I can." They all gathered their things, then all squished in the back of a taxi. It wasn't comfortable. Billie sat on Mike, Jason sat in the middle, and, of course, Tre made Annabelle sit on him. Which she happily did so. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Soon she heard him snoring slightly in her ear. She laughed as Mike tickled Billie in his drunken state, and Billie giggled like a school girl.
Soon they were at the hotel, and Annabelle poked Tre on the head.
"We're here." She wasn't as drunk as everyone else, but she was close. She giggled as they both leaned on each other for support as they swayed over to the entrance, tripping a few times on the way.
"Would your guest need a room? Or will you share?" The woman at the front desk asked.
"She'll share with me... " Tre poked her in the ribs, giggling.
She typed a few things into her computer, and handed Annabelle her own key.
They went up the elevator, and each went to their rooms. Annabelle giggled as she missed the key slot thing. After the fifteenth try, Tre pushed her over, and she landed on the ground.
"I almost had it!" She pouted.
He grumbled something, and tried the key slot. After about five minutes, Annabelle got up, hold Tre's hand steady. The door swung open.
"We did it!"
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