When Billie Crashed His Car, chapter 10
"The concert was fucking awesome!" Demian said as we were walking out of the place. We walked slowly just looking at the other punks and their strange haircuts. "God! I totally forgot about the backstage passes! Get going, Melanie!" He ran away the fastest he could; I followed him closely. We went to the backstage door and a corpulent guy opened it.
"What do you want kids?" he asked crossing his big arms. He called us kids?! HA!
"We came to see Green Day, ok?" we showed our backstage passes and the guy let us pass. "Thank you," I thanked him sarcastically.
My bro and I explored the place for a while. We were about to turn around and continue walking as Tre, yup the only one Tre, ran between us and then stopped. He looked at me with big eyes, recognizing me. He suddenly hugged me so I returned him the hug. Demian had a puzzle look on his face. It was supposed we were meeting Green Day, not hugging them.
"Mel! How had you been?! Fuck! Look how much you had grown!" he almost shouted.
"Well, Tre, a long time has passed!"
"Billie is gonna be so glad of seeing you again!" Tre said. I eyed him and pointing with my head to my little bro. "Oh, yeah, and Mike also," he added quickly.
"So... Are you gonna stand up there or get your ass moving to show us the way?" I hurried him as Tre smiled.
"Oh... yeah, right!"
Demian was now walking closely to me, he was shaking. "Hey, Melanie, why does Tre knows your name? Why do Billie and Mike want to see you... again?" he asked scared. He was very nervous.
"Long story, mate," I answered and fell quiet for a moment.
Tre stopped in front of an ugly metal door and opened it. Yup, there was Mike, drinking his usual coffee. Billie Joe sat on a chair writing something down on a notebook. He lifted his head and looked at me. He smiled to me and continued working on whatever he was doing, I returned him the grin.
"Mel?! Melanie?!" Mike asked with wide eyes.
"Yup, Mike," I nodded.
He ran to me and wrapped me into his arms. My little bro just looked at me.
"Hey, and who's the little fella over here?" Mike said. Demian took two steps.
"Oh, yeah, this is my little bro, Demian. Demian he is Mike, duh!" I presented them.
"Yeah, hi!" Mike greeted him and Demian just waved his hand.
"Uh... He's a little bit nervous. Don't mind him," Mike smiled softly and then I turned to Billie. "Hey Billie, what's up, huh?"
Billie stopped writing for a while. "Nah, nothing new, you know. You look precious!" I flushed, "So do you wanna spend some time with us? Like last time?" he wondered, wishing that I told him yes.
"Hell yeah!" I accepted.
"Melanie," my bros always tell me by the complete name instead of saying Mel, "I'm feeling bad." Demian's face was pale and green so I made a quick decision.
"Gotta go guys. My bro is feeling bad. When are we gonna meet?"
"We'll call you, don't worry, Mel," Tre told me closing an eye.
I left the building to take Demian to the hotel.
"C'mon Demian, lets go before you puke here."
But in half the way my words were a truth. Demian puked on my black Converse.
"Dammit! Shit! Fuck! Idiot! Moron!"
"What do you want kids?" he asked crossing his big arms. He called us kids?! HA!
"We came to see Green Day, ok?" we showed our backstage passes and the guy let us pass. "Thank you," I thanked him sarcastically.
My bro and I explored the place for a while. We were about to turn around and continue walking as Tre, yup the only one Tre, ran between us and then stopped. He looked at me with big eyes, recognizing me. He suddenly hugged me so I returned him the hug. Demian had a puzzle look on his face. It was supposed we were meeting Green Day, not hugging them.
"Mel! How had you been?! Fuck! Look how much you had grown!" he almost shouted.
"Well, Tre, a long time has passed!"
"Billie is gonna be so glad of seeing you again!" Tre said. I eyed him and pointing with my head to my little bro. "Oh, yeah, and Mike also," he added quickly.
"So... Are you gonna stand up there or get your ass moving to show us the way?" I hurried him as Tre smiled.
"Oh... yeah, right!"
Demian was now walking closely to me, he was shaking. "Hey, Melanie, why does Tre knows your name? Why do Billie and Mike want to see you... again?" he asked scared. He was very nervous.
"Long story, mate," I answered and fell quiet for a moment.
Tre stopped in front of an ugly metal door and opened it. Yup, there was Mike, drinking his usual coffee. Billie Joe sat on a chair writing something down on a notebook. He lifted his head and looked at me. He smiled to me and continued working on whatever he was doing, I returned him the grin.
"Mel?! Melanie?!" Mike asked with wide eyes.
"Yup, Mike," I nodded.
He ran to me and wrapped me into his arms. My little bro just looked at me.
"Hey, and who's the little fella over here?" Mike said. Demian took two steps.
"Oh, yeah, this is my little bro, Demian. Demian he is Mike, duh!" I presented them.
"Yeah, hi!" Mike greeted him and Demian just waved his hand.
"Uh... He's a little bit nervous. Don't mind him," Mike smiled softly and then I turned to Billie. "Hey Billie, what's up, huh?"
Billie stopped writing for a while. "Nah, nothing new, you know. You look precious!" I flushed, "So do you wanna spend some time with us? Like last time?" he wondered, wishing that I told him yes.
"Hell yeah!" I accepted.
"Melanie," my bros always tell me by the complete name instead of saying Mel, "I'm feeling bad." Demian's face was pale and green so I made a quick decision.
"Gotta go guys. My bro is feeling bad. When are we gonna meet?"
"We'll call you, don't worry, Mel," Tre told me closing an eye.
I left the building to take Demian to the hotel.
"C'mon Demian, lets go before you puke here."
But in half the way my words were a truth. Demian puked on my black Converse.
"Dammit! Shit! Fuck! Idiot! Moron!"
