Please Don't Wake Me Up When I'm Dreaming, chapter 2
As we walked into the airport, Mike handed Araxie and I plane tickets to Arizona.
"Holy shit!" Araxie screamed. Unfortunately right into my ear.
"What are these for?" I asked as calmly as I could. Which, by the way, wasn't very calm at all. I was sooo excited.
"They're for you to get on the plane." Mike said sarcastically. "You guys are coming with us to Michigan."
"What?! Why? When did all this happen? What about-" I was cut off by Tré.
"Well, your dad knows our manager's sister. Word got around that it was your birthday today and that you would be at our concert with backstage passes. Our manager's sister talks about your dad all the time and he sounds really great. We figured if you were anything like him we'd love to have you on tour with us. Your dad also mentioned that your best friend here was going to be with you so we arranged for her to come, too. So, your dad talked to her mom and it was going to be a surprise for you two."
"Wha-" Araxie started to say something but I cut her off.
"That's totally fucking awesome! How long is the tour? Don't we need to pack? What abo-" Once again, Tré cut me off.
"Would you shut your mouth already?! Sweet Jesus of Suburbia you talk a lot. You ask way too many questions. The tour is five months long. Everything's taken care of and our plane is leaving soon so hurry your asses up and get on, you two!"
The five of us boarded the plane and found our seats. I was next to Tré (Yay Me!). Araxie was next to Billie, across from us. Mike sat in front of us with an empty seat. Araxie and I got window seats since we didn't want Billie and Tré yelling to each other with us in the middle.
We had been on the plane for about 45 minutes when my cell rang. I got it as an early birthday present the day before. I had already customized my entire phone and when it rang I heard F.O.D. I let it go for a few seconds just so I could listen to my ring tone. When I picked it up I was sooo happy to hear the voice at the other end.
"Hey, your dad told me about everything. Congratulations, I bet you're the happiest person on earth right about now."
"Thanks, Ryder. I'm going to miss you though."
"You know I miss you already. How's Araxie? She with you?"
"She's asleep. She's so exhausted from everything that's happened today. I was too excited to sleep."
"Well, when she wakes up, tell her I said Yo."
"Ha ha, will do. So, what's up with you?... wait, hold that thought." I knew Ryder didn't really like Green Day but I thought it would be interesting if I got him to talk to Tré.
"Tré, here."
"Who is it?"
"A friend."
"What are you giving the phone to me for?"
"Just say Hi."
"Whatever..."
"Hello?"
"Uhhh... you're not Rayne." Ryder said sounding really confused.
"No, I'm not. Thanks for noticing. She just gave me the phone and told me to say Hi. So, Hi."
"Oh, Uhhh... Hi. Who are you?"
"Who the fuck do you think this is?!"
"The Easter bunny?"
"No, close though. Try Tré Cool."
"OK. Rhymes with Tré Cool..."
I guess Tré must've found it insulting that Ryder didn't know who he was 'cause he threw the phone back at me.
"OW! What'd you throw it at me for?!"
"I gotta piss!"
"Oh..." I said, kind of embarrassed. I let Tré go and went back to my conversation with Ryder.
"So... Tré Cool, huh?"
"Yeah. Isn't he wonderful." I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"So, this is the guy you claim is just like me but a more x-rated version. And you're sitting with him on a flight to Michigan. AND you're going to be with him for the next five months... unsupervised."
"Jeez, don't be so over-protective. He's not a fucking child rapist, Ryder! Give him some respect. I'm only 14 and he's, what, 33?!"
"I know. But from what I've hear and from you've told me..."
"Oh my God! I can't believe you would think that way about him. About ME!"
"Well, you're the one who says it all the time!"
"I never said he went around having sex with everyone on the face of this fucking earth!" I was yelling by now and people were staring, including Tré who was on his way back to his seat.
"Whatever. I have to go. Love you, bye."
And he just hung up.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Tré asked with a grin.
"My boyfriend. He thinks you wo... Never mind."
"Eh, whatever. Are you tired? I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. G'night."
"Good night, Tré."
He turned out the light overhead and leaned back in his seat. He was knocked out within five minutes. Billie was reading some Rolling Stones magazine and Araxie was still asleep. I decided to go to sleep since it was pretty late and I wanted to be well-rested for tomorrow.
"Holy shit!" Araxie screamed. Unfortunately right into my ear.
"What are these for?" I asked as calmly as I could. Which, by the way, wasn't very calm at all. I was sooo excited.
"They're for you to get on the plane." Mike said sarcastically. "You guys are coming with us to Michigan."
"What?! Why? When did all this happen? What about-" I was cut off by Tré.
"Well, your dad knows our manager's sister. Word got around that it was your birthday today and that you would be at our concert with backstage passes. Our manager's sister talks about your dad all the time and he sounds really great. We figured if you were anything like him we'd love to have you on tour with us. Your dad also mentioned that your best friend here was going to be with you so we arranged for her to come, too. So, your dad talked to her mom and it was going to be a surprise for you two."
"Wha-" Araxie started to say something but I cut her off.
"That's totally fucking awesome! How long is the tour? Don't we need to pack? What abo-" Once again, Tré cut me off.
"Would you shut your mouth already?! Sweet Jesus of Suburbia you talk a lot. You ask way too many questions. The tour is five months long. Everything's taken care of and our plane is leaving soon so hurry your asses up and get on, you two!"
The five of us boarded the plane and found our seats. I was next to Tré (Yay Me!). Araxie was next to Billie, across from us. Mike sat in front of us with an empty seat. Araxie and I got window seats since we didn't want Billie and Tré yelling to each other with us in the middle.
We had been on the plane for about 45 minutes when my cell rang. I got it as an early birthday present the day before. I had already customized my entire phone and when it rang I heard F.O.D. I let it go for a few seconds just so I could listen to my ring tone. When I picked it up I was sooo happy to hear the voice at the other end.
"Hey, your dad told me about everything. Congratulations, I bet you're the happiest person on earth right about now."
"Thanks, Ryder. I'm going to miss you though."
"You know I miss you already. How's Araxie? She with you?"
"She's asleep. She's so exhausted from everything that's happened today. I was too excited to sleep."
"Well, when she wakes up, tell her I said Yo."
"Ha ha, will do. So, what's up with you?... wait, hold that thought." I knew Ryder didn't really like Green Day but I thought it would be interesting if I got him to talk to Tré.
"Tré, here."
"Who is it?"
"A friend."
"What are you giving the phone to me for?"
"Just say Hi."
"Whatever..."
"Hello?"
"Uhhh... you're not Rayne." Ryder said sounding really confused.
"No, I'm not. Thanks for noticing. She just gave me the phone and told me to say Hi. So, Hi."
"Oh, Uhhh... Hi. Who are you?"
"Who the fuck do you think this is?!"
"The Easter bunny?"
"No, close though. Try Tré Cool."
"OK. Rhymes with Tré Cool..."
I guess Tré must've found it insulting that Ryder didn't know who he was 'cause he threw the phone back at me.
"OW! What'd you throw it at me for?!"
"I gotta piss!"
"Oh..." I said, kind of embarrassed. I let Tré go and went back to my conversation with Ryder.
"So... Tré Cool, huh?"
"Yeah. Isn't he wonderful." I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"So, this is the guy you claim is just like me but a more x-rated version. And you're sitting with him on a flight to Michigan. AND you're going to be with him for the next five months... unsupervised."
"Jeez, don't be so over-protective. He's not a fucking child rapist, Ryder! Give him some respect. I'm only 14 and he's, what, 33?!"
"I know. But from what I've hear and from you've told me..."
"Oh my God! I can't believe you would think that way about him. About ME!"
"Well, you're the one who says it all the time!"
"I never said he went around having sex with everyone on the face of this fucking earth!" I was yelling by now and people were staring, including Tré who was on his way back to his seat.
"Whatever. I have to go. Love you, bye."
And he just hung up.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Tré asked with a grin.
"My boyfriend. He thinks you wo... Never mind."
"Eh, whatever. Are you tired? I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. G'night."
"Good night, Tré."
He turned out the light overhead and leaned back in his seat. He was knocked out within five minutes. Billie was reading some Rolling Stones magazine and Araxie was still asleep. I decided to go to sleep since it was pretty late and I wanted to be well-rested for tomorrow.
