Too fucked to be in love, chapter 2
Hope's pointofview:
I love Donna sex hair. Infact I love all peoples sex hair. It kind of says 'I look like shit but you know that ive been gettin some! '. Oh no Its gunna be show time soon. The bands are shoiwing up. Better stop thinking about sex or I mihgt get horny. Cant play bass if I'm horny. Mmmm... Hot bands and crue. No bad bad Hope.
Mike's pointofview:
Damn I hate carrying things. This bass is so heavy. And this coffee really hasnt kicked in. Atleast we're here.
"Mike get your ass back down here. I cant carry all of this" yelled Tré from down the stairs.
"Yeah whatever you weak ass" I joked. On the way down I passed Billie Joe lugging his guitar and small amp up the narror stairwell. And then Tré carrying close to nothing. I got down to the bottom of the stairs and pulled out some more gear and heared a scream and loud thuds.
Tré's pointofview:
Chicks! Hot chicks. Hot band chicks. Hey heres one now.
"Here Ill give you a hand." She said. "I'm Hope."
"Uh yeah thanks. I'm Tré" I said nervously. She was a really hot chick. Nice body.
"Is the rest of your stuff downstairs?"
"Yeah"
"Ok Ill help."
"Wikid" I said trying not to sound too exited. This ment I could check out her arse on the way down. Hahaha. I walked behind her and stepped on one of my loose shoe laces and tripped bringing Hope and Billie Joe down with me. I knocked my head sevral times and then landed awkwardly, Arms stuck under Billie Joe'sknees and my face between Hopes boobs. Her arms were pinned under
Billie Joe'sback.
"Ahhhhh. What... The... Fuck..." She said stuggling. She was smothering me...
Billie Joe'spointofview:
"Ah shit what the hell... Tré? TRÉ!" Oh no I thought. "Tré's dead." Tré started to droole.
"No he's not" Said the girl Tré had his head burried in. "Uh can you get off my arms?"
"Oh shit yeah sorry" I apoligised to her as I had been sitting on her arms. She jumped up as soon as she was free and stumbled back onto the stairs and took a deep breath rubbing her head.
I love Donna sex hair. Infact I love all peoples sex hair. It kind of says 'I look like shit but you know that ive been gettin some! '. Oh no Its gunna be show time soon. The bands are shoiwing up. Better stop thinking about sex or I mihgt get horny. Cant play bass if I'm horny. Mmmm... Hot bands and crue. No bad bad Hope.
Mike's pointofview:
Damn I hate carrying things. This bass is so heavy. And this coffee really hasnt kicked in. Atleast we're here.
"Mike get your ass back down here. I cant carry all of this" yelled Tré from down the stairs.
"Yeah whatever you weak ass" I joked. On the way down I passed Billie Joe lugging his guitar and small amp up the narror stairwell. And then Tré carrying close to nothing. I got down to the bottom of the stairs and pulled out some more gear and heared a scream and loud thuds.
Tré's pointofview:
Chicks! Hot chicks. Hot band chicks. Hey heres one now.
"Here Ill give you a hand." She said. "I'm Hope."
"Uh yeah thanks. I'm Tré" I said nervously. She was a really hot chick. Nice body.
"Is the rest of your stuff downstairs?"
"Yeah"
"Ok Ill help."
"Wikid" I said trying not to sound too exited. This ment I could check out her arse on the way down. Hahaha. I walked behind her and stepped on one of my loose shoe laces and tripped bringing Hope and Billie Joe down with me. I knocked my head sevral times and then landed awkwardly, Arms stuck under Billie Joe'sknees and my face between Hopes boobs. Her arms were pinned under
Billie Joe'sback.
"Ahhhhh. What... The... Fuck..." She said stuggling. She was smothering me...
Billie Joe'spointofview:
"Ah shit what the hell... Tré? TRÉ!" Oh no I thought. "Tré's dead." Tré started to droole.
"No he's not" Said the girl Tré had his head burried in. "Uh can you get off my arms?"
"Oh shit yeah sorry" I apoligised to her as I had been sitting on her arms. She jumped up as soon as she was free and stumbled back onto the stairs and took a deep breath rubbing her head.
