Cadillacs Are Groovy, chapter 1
I ran out of school and scanned the street for an awesome, big Cadillac. There it is! Parked and waiting for me... Better run before someone notices. I made a dash across the street, flung open the door and jumped eagerly inside.
"Hey Tre!"
"HEY LEIGH!" He yelled excitedly. I nearly shat myself laughing.
"Holy crap! Do you WANT hundreds of fans to bombard your precious cadi?" I asked after I got over my giggling fit. Tre revved the engine as loud as it could go for a few minutes until a crowd of high school kids had formed to watch, and then he stuck his head out the window. We drove away with Tre shouting obscene things to everyone and me dying with laughter 'cause other then classmates and stuff in the group, there was also my tight ass principal and a few of my teachers. I was gonna be in trouble on Monday. I'm so codsarn happy that people like Tre Cool own dogs and walk 'em down the beach where I walk my dog. I'm friendly so, ya know, I get talking to dog owners and a few months ago there was this guy being totally crazy running around and talking to his dog and stuff and when he saw me it was all like "Hey my dog said he thinks you look really pretty and... UGH! Reggie! Get off the other dog!" I laughed "Ha ha, your dogs horny too... Know how THAT is."
"I'll bet you do," he replied with a sly grin. It was at around this point that it hit me why this guy seemed so familiar...
"Let's play a game," I said, "it's called 'the chick standing in front of you is the smartest cookie ever' It involves a bet... You up for it?"
"Oooooh... I like games! You're on."
"So I'm gonna bet, because I am SUCH a smart cookie, that I know your name before you even introduce yourself! Get ready for the wackiness that is me....." I did a drum roll, "Your name is TRE COOL! Oooooh yeah!"
"WOW!" Tre shouted in over exaggerated amazement, "You are wackier than tabaccy itself! Man that is wacky. Yes I am the almighty Tre Cool... You can bow down to me now."
But as I said, that was a few months ago. Since then we've gotten REALLY close... And no, not in THAT way close! I'm only 16 and as much as I think that Tre Cool is one of the sexiest men alive... That's kinda wrong! But holey crapola, after he introduced me to Billie Joe, Mike and some of their other friends my sides have permanently been damaged from laughing, I have nearly died, nearly been arrested about 5 times & a whole shitload of other wacky stuff! Enjoy!
After about a week of meeting up with Tre every day on the beach (you can't imagine how stoked I was every single time the school bell rang signalling that I could leave and go walk Phillip) Tre said what I'd wanted to hear the whole time!
"I told Billie Joe and Mike about you and they really want to meet ya. I'll bet you haven't got any problems with that one!" He nudged me, "Unless you're weird."
"Hey I'm weird... But definitely not THAT weird!"
So it was agreed, that evening I would be at Tre's house with all three members of Green Day! That night I didn't exactly out do myself whilst getting ready 'cause I'm pretty happy with the way I look. I had a button up, short sleeved shirt. You know the ones that have assorted patches on 'em saying stuff like 'chuck' on the pocket... Kinda like one of them janitor shirts. Whatever, I like it and I had the collar flicked up. I had black skinny Levis, and one black and one red converse. I think I looked pretty damn hot! I walked out of the house (my 'rentals were away for the weekend), hopped on my insane retro bike and rode towards where Tre had told me his house was... 3 streets from mine! It was getting to be just on 6:00pm & the sky was slowly turning an awesome shade of orange, my mind buzzed and my stomach fluttered-so many people would give ANYTHING to be in my position right now! After a few minutes I pulled up at number 35, and I let out a long, quiet "Wow." Tre Cool's house was a fucking mansion! I dumped my bike out front before proceeding through the open doorway. As I walked past the threshold of the door I was tackled to the ground & landed on the hard tile floor with Tre on top of me laughing his head off at the girly scream I had emitted! "Hello, so how are you?" I grinned cheekily at Tre, who still hadn't gotten of me and whose face was centimetres from mine.
"Yep, I'm GREAT... Man, the weather down here is shocking!" He laughed before rolling off me then giving me a helping hand up off the floor.
"Tre you sick fuck," I heard a familiar and *ahem* rather sexy voice say, "What have we told ya about the underage ones?" It was Billie Joe Armstrong and he too was laughing at Tre's antics.
"Yeah, what have they told you?" I enquired in mock anger, "Holy crap! Hi! I'm Leigh!" I said in awe, extending a hand to Billie Joe.
"Yeah and I'm Billie Joe fucking Armstrong A. K. A. God.... Come here," he said then pulled me into a massive hug. Once I was finally released I was swept off my feet into a piggy back by Tre who took me through a few gigantic rooms to what appeared to be a music room, complete with drums, guitars, basses, amps-all that jazz & which also contained one Mr. Mike Dirnt.
"Hey Tre!"
"HEY LEIGH!" He yelled excitedly. I nearly shat myself laughing.
"Holy crap! Do you WANT hundreds of fans to bombard your precious cadi?" I asked after I got over my giggling fit. Tre revved the engine as loud as it could go for a few minutes until a crowd of high school kids had formed to watch, and then he stuck his head out the window. We drove away with Tre shouting obscene things to everyone and me dying with laughter 'cause other then classmates and stuff in the group, there was also my tight ass principal and a few of my teachers. I was gonna be in trouble on Monday. I'm so codsarn happy that people like Tre Cool own dogs and walk 'em down the beach where I walk my dog. I'm friendly so, ya know, I get talking to dog owners and a few months ago there was this guy being totally crazy running around and talking to his dog and stuff and when he saw me it was all like "Hey my dog said he thinks you look really pretty and... UGH! Reggie! Get off the other dog!" I laughed "Ha ha, your dogs horny too... Know how THAT is."
"I'll bet you do," he replied with a sly grin. It was at around this point that it hit me why this guy seemed so familiar...
"Let's play a game," I said, "it's called 'the chick standing in front of you is the smartest cookie ever' It involves a bet... You up for it?"
"Oooooh... I like games! You're on."
"So I'm gonna bet, because I am SUCH a smart cookie, that I know your name before you even introduce yourself! Get ready for the wackiness that is me....." I did a drum roll, "Your name is TRE COOL! Oooooh yeah!"
"WOW!" Tre shouted in over exaggerated amazement, "You are wackier than tabaccy itself! Man that is wacky. Yes I am the almighty Tre Cool... You can bow down to me now."
But as I said, that was a few months ago. Since then we've gotten REALLY close... And no, not in THAT way close! I'm only 16 and as much as I think that Tre Cool is one of the sexiest men alive... That's kinda wrong! But holey crapola, after he introduced me to Billie Joe, Mike and some of their other friends my sides have permanently been damaged from laughing, I have nearly died, nearly been arrested about 5 times & a whole shitload of other wacky stuff! Enjoy!
After about a week of meeting up with Tre every day on the beach (you can't imagine how stoked I was every single time the school bell rang signalling that I could leave and go walk Phillip) Tre said what I'd wanted to hear the whole time!
"I told Billie Joe and Mike about you and they really want to meet ya. I'll bet you haven't got any problems with that one!" He nudged me, "Unless you're weird."
"Hey I'm weird... But definitely not THAT weird!"
So it was agreed, that evening I would be at Tre's house with all three members of Green Day! That night I didn't exactly out do myself whilst getting ready 'cause I'm pretty happy with the way I look. I had a button up, short sleeved shirt. You know the ones that have assorted patches on 'em saying stuff like 'chuck' on the pocket... Kinda like one of them janitor shirts. Whatever, I like it and I had the collar flicked up. I had black skinny Levis, and one black and one red converse. I think I looked pretty damn hot! I walked out of the house (my 'rentals were away for the weekend), hopped on my insane retro bike and rode towards where Tre had told me his house was... 3 streets from mine! It was getting to be just on 6:00pm & the sky was slowly turning an awesome shade of orange, my mind buzzed and my stomach fluttered-so many people would give ANYTHING to be in my position right now! After a few minutes I pulled up at number 35, and I let out a long, quiet "Wow." Tre Cool's house was a fucking mansion! I dumped my bike out front before proceeding through the open doorway. As I walked past the threshold of the door I was tackled to the ground & landed on the hard tile floor with Tre on top of me laughing his head off at the girly scream I had emitted! "Hello, so how are you?" I grinned cheekily at Tre, who still hadn't gotten of me and whose face was centimetres from mine.
"Yep, I'm GREAT... Man, the weather down here is shocking!" He laughed before rolling off me then giving me a helping hand up off the floor.
"Tre you sick fuck," I heard a familiar and *ahem* rather sexy voice say, "What have we told ya about the underage ones?" It was Billie Joe Armstrong and he too was laughing at Tre's antics.
"Yeah, what have they told you?" I enquired in mock anger, "Holy crap! Hi! I'm Leigh!" I said in awe, extending a hand to Billie Joe.
"Yeah and I'm Billie Joe fucking Armstrong A. K. A. God.... Come here," he said then pulled me into a massive hug. Once I was finally released I was swept off my feet into a piggy back by Tre who took me through a few gigantic rooms to what appeared to be a music room, complete with drums, guitars, basses, amps-all that jazz & which also contained one Mr. Mike Dirnt.
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