My encounter with Green Day, chapter 4
It was a couple months later, in the middle of January, when I saw the commercial. Green Day was starting another tour. Shorter but what ever. They were doing a show in Vancouver again. In May. I couldn't wait. I phoned Pam.
"PAM."
"What?"
"Don't spend anything."
"What?"
"DON'T SPEND ANY MONEY FOR THE NEXT MONTH."
"Why?"
"We are going to the newly scheduled concert, in Vancouver, on May twelfth."
"WHAT? They are going on tour again?"
"Yep."
"YAY! Oh my god we a-"
"Hand."
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"I can't wait."
"Neither can I. I have to go tell Jessie. See you later."
"Yeah."
"Bye."
I hung up and ran to tell my sister.
***
May came around and everyone was stoked again. We had been able to get the tickets, but not VIP this time. We were also taking the bus because our mom didn't want to come. On the day of the concert we got up early, Pam had slept over, and our mom drove us to the bus place. After saying our good byes, we got on the bus and headed out. I instantly fell asleep.
I opened my eyes groggily to see Pam and Jessie were asleep. I sat up and looked around; we were in some rocky place. God, not even close. I opened my book and started reading for a while to pass the time.
When we did finally get there it was mid afternoon and we were all stiff and tired.
"Remind me never to go on a bus again." I told Pam.
We called a taxi and decided just to go randomly walking around the mall until concert time (We were already in our clothes and stuff for the concert.) We went to about 3 different places but barely bought any thing. We were saving to buy overpriced merchandise at the concert.
When it was about six o'clock we called a taxi and it took us to GM Place.
We waited outside for about half an hour before the concert started. The same thing as last time happened but this time My Chemical Romance opened. When they left the techies came out again and the concert started the same way. I felt the old fluttery feelings when Billie Joe walked out as I did a few months before. Suddenly some guy shoved me over to get to the stage, which caused me to knock into some bitch, and then she punched me square in the jaw. "FUCK!" I yelled, "You stupid bitch!"
I lunged at her and we both fell to the floor and I broke her nose. Jessie pulled me off of her and I looked up to see security making their way over.
"Run." I told them so we all made our ways away from the side of the stage and right to the middle. We were right in front of Billie Joe and I noticed him glance down at us for a second before jumping back over to the microphone and singing.
By the end of the concert we were so exhausted. We were slowly making our way out when some guy ran by and grabbed my wallet that had all of our money in it.
"Shit!" I yelled. I would have chased him but he was out of sight. We got shoved out of the building in the crowd and were forced to the side. I almost broke down as I watched the people walk out.
"Fuck, guys. What the fuck are we going to do? We can't sleep outside on the streets of Vancouver over night. We would be killed in a minute! Fuck, fuck, FUCK."
I folded my legs underneath me and sat on the pavement. Pam and Jessie sat down too.
"We will figure something out. We could go to a random person's house and see if they would let us stay." Jessie suggested.
"One problem. All the houses are too far away except apartments, plus I don't think anyone would be willing." "Oh, this sucks. It's like stupid people steal our money. You had enough money to go to the concert so why steal our money?"
"Because they are dumb asses."
We sat there for a while talking about what we were going to do as the final cars drove out. About twenty minutes later when everyone was gone a big black bus drove out from the fenced off area behind the arena. We didn't pay much attention until we heard a voice call out, "Hey. You girls, shouldn't you be going home or something?" We all looked up to see Mike leaning out the window.
"Hey, are you guys ok?" I didn't know what to say.
"Hello?" He looked kind of annoyed and ducked back in and a second later the door opened and he walked out.
"I asked if you guys are ok." He said, walking over to us.
"We are fine." Jessie replied.
"Yeah, just fucking peachy."
"Well, why aren't you guys going home or to a hotel?"
"Because we just want to hang out." I said sarcastically.
"Mike, get the fuck back in here, just leave them!" Someone called from the bus.
"Fuck, I'll be there in a minute, Tré!" He turned back to us, "You know, I recognize you guys from somewhere." "Really, that's good for fucking you."
"Ok, what's your problem?" He asked, then a look of realization came to his face, "Holy shit, you are those chicks from last time we were here!"
"No, shit Sherlock." Pam laughed. "Well, why the fuck are you guys out here, you are only thirteen right?"
"I am fourteen now, Pam is turning fourteen in May and Jessie just turned thirteen a couple months ago."
"Oh, cool. So, where are you staying?"
"Right here."
"Huh?"
"We got robbed and we have no place to stay." Jessie admitted.
"You're bullshitting, right?"
We all shook our heads, no.
"Well, fuck. You guys can't stay on the streets over night. That's fucking insane. I'm sure Billie and Tré won't mind you guys staying in the bus with us tonight."
"Really?" Jessie smiled.
"Yeah."
"Ok, fine." We all got up and followed Mike to the bus.
"Hey guys." He said as he hopped in. Billie and Tré stared at us.
"You remember them, right?" He asked them.
"Uh."
"From last years concert here."
"Oh, shit. Pam, Jessie and Trista, right?" Billie laughed.
"Yeah." I replied.
"How cool is that. I told you we'd see you around." He laughed.
"Yeah."
We all stood silently for a second.
"Well sit down."
We sat down on the comfy padding of the bus seats, "Nice place." I laughed looking around.
"Yeah. It's good and big. Great for all the traveling we do. I like it more than hotels, some times." Billie laughed. I glanced at him just to see his smile. God I loved that smile. I turned my attention to Mike again.
"So, where do we sleep?"
"Well there are three bedrooms. You can all share one and two of us will sleep together while the other gets a room to himself. Or you can each sleep in the same room as one of us your choice."
"I choose to sleep one in each of your rooms!" Jessie announced.
"And you two are ok with this?"
"I'm fine with it."
"Yeah, me too." Pam agreed.
"Ok good, now who does every one want to sleep with... in a non-sexual way."
"I want TRÉ!" Jessie yelled. He laughed a bit. "And Pam?"
"Um, I don't know. Who do you want Tris?"
"I don't care."
"You guys pick." Pam suggested.
"Ok, Trista can come to my room and you can go with Mike." Billie said to Pam.
"Ok, then."
I felt funny, like all my dreams were coming true. I was going to sleep in the same room as Billie Joe!
"So, you guys have clothes and stuff?"
"Nah, I planned to sleep in my under shirt and my pants." I told him.
"Ok then. You guys too?" Jessie and Pam both nodded.
"Ok, then."
"You say ok a lot." I told him. He smirked.
"So, are you guys tired?"
"Are you shitting me? After that concert, who could be tired?" Jessie laughed.
"Yeah, you were awesome." Pam agreed.
"So, now what do we do?" I asked no one in particular.
"I don't know." Replied Pam as if we were the only people there; we often did that sometimes.
"I need a smoke." I said sitting up.
"No, BAD! No smoking for YOU!" Pam scolded.
"Meh."
"You smoke?" Billie asked me.
"Ish, kind of. Every once in a while."
"Well, that's not good, you're only thirteen."
"Fourteen." I corrected.
"It doesn't matter, it's bad for you."
"What do you care? You smoke too."
"So? I don't go around advertising that it is good for you. If anything I am trying to quit."
"What ever."
I sat back down beside Pam.
"Ok, then." Tré said, getting up, "I am getting some shots and you guys are having some whether you are alcohol people or not."
"Oh, yeah. Alcohol is so much better than nicotine."
Later on that night I had had two shots, Pam had one too but Jessie and Tré were still going. She was on her fourth.
"Shit, I don't feel so good."
"Well, why did you drink so much?" Pam laughed.
"'Cause I wanted to."
"I see."
"I think I am gonna head to bed." I said with a yawn.
"Me too." Pam agreed standing up.
We headed to the back of the bus and found the guys' rooms.
"Um, ok. Night, Pam." I said as I went in.
I lied on the floor and fell asleep almost instantly.
A while later I felt a presence and opened my eyes. I saw Billie Joe stumble over to the bed and sit down. I felt myself blushing and rolled over. I closed my eyes again but a second later I felt him nudging me awake.
"Trista, hey. Trista do you want the bed?"
"No." I replied groggily.
I turned over to see him. He was undoing his tie I smiled a bit.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well, turn around. I am getting changed." He laughed. I turned back around.
"So, when did you turn fourteen?"
"December 2nd."
"Cool."
"And you're a year older too. Thirty four now huh?"
"Yeah." He laughed, "Ok, I am decent."
I turned back around and smiled. He was wearing some blue boxers and no shirt.
"Oh, so decent." I joked.
"You don't seem to mind that much." He smirked.
I turned away to make sure he didn't notice me blushing.
"You guys are taking the bus back home then?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
I sighed and looked around for a second, "Where are you guys headed next?"
"Um, I think we are going to Seattle next."
"Oh, nice, that'll be fun."
He looked over at me, "You don't go places very often do you?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Just doesn't seem like you do."
We both fell silent and I sat there for a second before lying back down.
"Hey, Tré told me you liked me last time. Was it true?"
"Yeah, it was true, and it still is."
"PAM."
"What?"
"Don't spend anything."
"What?"
"DON'T SPEND ANY MONEY FOR THE NEXT MONTH."
"Why?"
"We are going to the newly scheduled concert, in Vancouver, on May twelfth."
"WHAT? They are going on tour again?"
"Yep."
"YAY! Oh my god we a-"
"Hand."
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"I can't wait."
"Neither can I. I have to go tell Jessie. See you later."
"Yeah."
"Bye."
I hung up and ran to tell my sister.
***
May came around and everyone was stoked again. We had been able to get the tickets, but not VIP this time. We were also taking the bus because our mom didn't want to come. On the day of the concert we got up early, Pam had slept over, and our mom drove us to the bus place. After saying our good byes, we got on the bus and headed out. I instantly fell asleep.
I opened my eyes groggily to see Pam and Jessie were asleep. I sat up and looked around; we were in some rocky place. God, not even close. I opened my book and started reading for a while to pass the time.
When we did finally get there it was mid afternoon and we were all stiff and tired.
"Remind me never to go on a bus again." I told Pam.
We called a taxi and decided just to go randomly walking around the mall until concert time (We were already in our clothes and stuff for the concert.) We went to about 3 different places but barely bought any thing. We were saving to buy overpriced merchandise at the concert.
When it was about six o'clock we called a taxi and it took us to GM Place.
We waited outside for about half an hour before the concert started. The same thing as last time happened but this time My Chemical Romance opened. When they left the techies came out again and the concert started the same way. I felt the old fluttery feelings when Billie Joe walked out as I did a few months before. Suddenly some guy shoved me over to get to the stage, which caused me to knock into some bitch, and then she punched me square in the jaw. "FUCK!" I yelled, "You stupid bitch!"
I lunged at her and we both fell to the floor and I broke her nose. Jessie pulled me off of her and I looked up to see security making their way over.
"Run." I told them so we all made our ways away from the side of the stage and right to the middle. We were right in front of Billie Joe and I noticed him glance down at us for a second before jumping back over to the microphone and singing.
By the end of the concert we were so exhausted. We were slowly making our way out when some guy ran by and grabbed my wallet that had all of our money in it.
"Shit!" I yelled. I would have chased him but he was out of sight. We got shoved out of the building in the crowd and were forced to the side. I almost broke down as I watched the people walk out.
"Fuck, guys. What the fuck are we going to do? We can't sleep outside on the streets of Vancouver over night. We would be killed in a minute! Fuck, fuck, FUCK."
I folded my legs underneath me and sat on the pavement. Pam and Jessie sat down too.
"We will figure something out. We could go to a random person's house and see if they would let us stay." Jessie suggested.
"One problem. All the houses are too far away except apartments, plus I don't think anyone would be willing." "Oh, this sucks. It's like stupid people steal our money. You had enough money to go to the concert so why steal our money?"
"Because they are dumb asses."
We sat there for a while talking about what we were going to do as the final cars drove out. About twenty minutes later when everyone was gone a big black bus drove out from the fenced off area behind the arena. We didn't pay much attention until we heard a voice call out, "Hey. You girls, shouldn't you be going home or something?" We all looked up to see Mike leaning out the window.
"Hey, are you guys ok?" I didn't know what to say.
"Hello?" He looked kind of annoyed and ducked back in and a second later the door opened and he walked out.
"I asked if you guys are ok." He said, walking over to us.
"We are fine." Jessie replied.
"Yeah, just fucking peachy."
"Well, why aren't you guys going home or to a hotel?"
"Because we just want to hang out." I said sarcastically.
"Mike, get the fuck back in here, just leave them!" Someone called from the bus.
"Fuck, I'll be there in a minute, Tré!" He turned back to us, "You know, I recognize you guys from somewhere." "Really, that's good for fucking you."
"Ok, what's your problem?" He asked, then a look of realization came to his face, "Holy shit, you are those chicks from last time we were here!"
"No, shit Sherlock." Pam laughed. "Well, why the fuck are you guys out here, you are only thirteen right?"
"I am fourteen now, Pam is turning fourteen in May and Jessie just turned thirteen a couple months ago."
"Oh, cool. So, where are you staying?"
"Right here."
"Huh?"
"We got robbed and we have no place to stay." Jessie admitted.
"You're bullshitting, right?"
We all shook our heads, no.
"Well, fuck. You guys can't stay on the streets over night. That's fucking insane. I'm sure Billie and Tré won't mind you guys staying in the bus with us tonight."
"Really?" Jessie smiled.
"Yeah."
"Ok, fine." We all got up and followed Mike to the bus.
"Hey guys." He said as he hopped in. Billie and Tré stared at us.
"You remember them, right?" He asked them.
"Uh."
"From last years concert here."
"Oh, shit. Pam, Jessie and Trista, right?" Billie laughed.
"Yeah." I replied.
"How cool is that. I told you we'd see you around." He laughed.
"Yeah."
We all stood silently for a second.
"Well sit down."
We sat down on the comfy padding of the bus seats, "Nice place." I laughed looking around.
"Yeah. It's good and big. Great for all the traveling we do. I like it more than hotels, some times." Billie laughed. I glanced at him just to see his smile. God I loved that smile. I turned my attention to Mike again.
"So, where do we sleep?"
"Well there are three bedrooms. You can all share one and two of us will sleep together while the other gets a room to himself. Or you can each sleep in the same room as one of us your choice."
"I choose to sleep one in each of your rooms!" Jessie announced.
"And you two are ok with this?"
"I'm fine with it."
"Yeah, me too." Pam agreed.
"Ok good, now who does every one want to sleep with... in a non-sexual way."
"I want TRÉ!" Jessie yelled. He laughed a bit. "And Pam?"
"Um, I don't know. Who do you want Tris?"
"I don't care."
"You guys pick." Pam suggested.
"Ok, Trista can come to my room and you can go with Mike." Billie said to Pam.
"Ok, then."
I felt funny, like all my dreams were coming true. I was going to sleep in the same room as Billie Joe!
"So, you guys have clothes and stuff?"
"Nah, I planned to sleep in my under shirt and my pants." I told him.
"Ok then. You guys too?" Jessie and Pam both nodded.
"Ok, then."
"You say ok a lot." I told him. He smirked.
"So, are you guys tired?"
"Are you shitting me? After that concert, who could be tired?" Jessie laughed.
"Yeah, you were awesome." Pam agreed.
"So, now what do we do?" I asked no one in particular.
"I don't know." Replied Pam as if we were the only people there; we often did that sometimes.
"I need a smoke." I said sitting up.
"No, BAD! No smoking for YOU!" Pam scolded.
"Meh."
"You smoke?" Billie asked me.
"Ish, kind of. Every once in a while."
"Well, that's not good, you're only thirteen."
"Fourteen." I corrected.
"It doesn't matter, it's bad for you."
"What do you care? You smoke too."
"So? I don't go around advertising that it is good for you. If anything I am trying to quit."
"What ever."
I sat back down beside Pam.
"Ok, then." Tré said, getting up, "I am getting some shots and you guys are having some whether you are alcohol people or not."
"Oh, yeah. Alcohol is so much better than nicotine."
Later on that night I had had two shots, Pam had one too but Jessie and Tré were still going. She was on her fourth.
"Shit, I don't feel so good."
"Well, why did you drink so much?" Pam laughed.
"'Cause I wanted to."
"I see."
"I think I am gonna head to bed." I said with a yawn.
"Me too." Pam agreed standing up.
We headed to the back of the bus and found the guys' rooms.
"Um, ok. Night, Pam." I said as I went in.
I lied on the floor and fell asleep almost instantly.
A while later I felt a presence and opened my eyes. I saw Billie Joe stumble over to the bed and sit down. I felt myself blushing and rolled over. I closed my eyes again but a second later I felt him nudging me awake.
"Trista, hey. Trista do you want the bed?"
"No." I replied groggily.
I turned over to see him. He was undoing his tie I smiled a bit.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well, turn around. I am getting changed." He laughed. I turned back around.
"So, when did you turn fourteen?"
"December 2nd."
"Cool."
"And you're a year older too. Thirty four now huh?"
"Yeah." He laughed, "Ok, I am decent."
I turned back around and smiled. He was wearing some blue boxers and no shirt.
"Oh, so decent." I joked.
"You don't seem to mind that much." He smirked.
I turned away to make sure he didn't notice me blushing.
"You guys are taking the bus back home then?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
I sighed and looked around for a second, "Where are you guys headed next?"
"Um, I think we are going to Seattle next."
"Oh, nice, that'll be fun."
He looked over at me, "You don't go places very often do you?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Just doesn't seem like you do."
We both fell silent and I sat there for a second before lying back down.
"Hey, Tré told me you liked me last time. Was it true?"
"Yeah, it was true, and it still is."
