Too fucked to be in love, chapter 1
Donna's pointofview:
I fiddled with Travis's lip piercing. Should I stay or should I go? I giggled as I thought. He bonked like a drummer. Wait he is a drummer. Oh no hes waking up, I'd better piss off. I pulled on my underware and my torn jeans and one of his shirts. It was cold and he has plenty of shirts. Who cares. I slammed the door as I left and i heard him jump. I slid down the railings of the stairs and as I got to the exit I walked past the resteruant and saw Travis. He had woken and realised I was gone and he was standing there only in his boxers. I hid behind a potplant trying not to expload from laughter. The coast was finally clear and I walked out the front door to my charger.
Alex's pointofview:
"Where the fucks Donna?" I asked Hope in a more pissed off voice then Id ment.
"I saw her leave one of those parties with Travis something or other. Hes a drummer from some band." Hope smiled knowing what I was thinking.
"She screwed him" we both said.
"Damn strait" Donna said making a dancey entrance. I burst out laughing. "What?"
"SEX HAIR!!" I said still in histericks about her mop of blonde and purple hair that had been tangled into a mop of messy knots. Hope walked over to Donna and smelled her hair.
"Gross! You really need to wash that." She laughed.
"I see you scored another t-shirt" I joked.
"Ahuh."
"So how was he?" Hope questioned.
"Meh." This was a common answer. She had bonked every guy in his band. "The others didnt compare" She smiled.
"Ok u user lets practice." I pulled my guitar strap over my sholder and turned on my amp. As did hope and Donna picked up her drum sticks.
Billie Joe's pointofview:
We're about to start a new tour. Hmmmm theres an all chick band on the bill. never heard of them. Wheres Mike. He was suposed to be at practice and hour ago. Oh here he is.
"Hey dipshit." Tré smiled at Mike. Mike looked over at Tré and then headed for the couch.
"Cafine" Mike said groggyly. I got up to make him one. "I need hot chicks."
"Theres an all chick band on this tour and theyr pretty hot." I lied just to make Mike feel better. They were probly as ugly as a hat full of arseholes. Oh well.
I fiddled with Travis's lip piercing. Should I stay or should I go? I giggled as I thought. He bonked like a drummer. Wait he is a drummer. Oh no hes waking up, I'd better piss off. I pulled on my underware and my torn jeans and one of his shirts. It was cold and he has plenty of shirts. Who cares. I slammed the door as I left and i heard him jump. I slid down the railings of the stairs and as I got to the exit I walked past the resteruant and saw Travis. He had woken and realised I was gone and he was standing there only in his boxers. I hid behind a potplant trying not to expload from laughter. The coast was finally clear and I walked out the front door to my charger.
Alex's pointofview:
"Where the fucks Donna?" I asked Hope in a more pissed off voice then Id ment.
"I saw her leave one of those parties with Travis something or other. Hes a drummer from some band." Hope smiled knowing what I was thinking.
"She screwed him" we both said.
"Damn strait" Donna said making a dancey entrance. I burst out laughing. "What?"
"SEX HAIR!!" I said still in histericks about her mop of blonde and purple hair that had been tangled into a mop of messy knots. Hope walked over to Donna and smelled her hair.
"Gross! You really need to wash that." She laughed.
"I see you scored another t-shirt" I joked.
"Ahuh."
"So how was he?" Hope questioned.
"Meh." This was a common answer. She had bonked every guy in his band. "The others didnt compare" She smiled.
"Ok u user lets practice." I pulled my guitar strap over my sholder and turned on my amp. As did hope and Donna picked up her drum sticks.
Billie Joe's pointofview:
We're about to start a new tour. Hmmmm theres an all chick band on the bill. never heard of them. Wheres Mike. He was suposed to be at practice and hour ago. Oh here he is.
"Hey dipshit." Tré smiled at Mike. Mike looked over at Tré and then headed for the couch.
"Cafine" Mike said groggyly. I got up to make him one. "I need hot chicks."
"Theres an all chick band on this tour and theyr pretty hot." I lied just to make Mike feel better. They were probly as ugly as a hat full of arseholes. Oh well.
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