When Billie Crashed His Car, chapter 11
I was alone in the hotel room. I sent my bro back home because he was puking every second of the fucking day. I watched television when the phone rang suddenly.
"Aw, fuck! Who's calling now?" I stood up lazily to get the damn phone and answered it.
"Hey, shut the fuck up Tre! Huh? Aw, shit, sorry! Hey, Mel?" I heard Mike speaking in the phone.
"Yup, is me, Melanie."
"Billie! Control that fucking idiot! What?"
"It's me, MELANIE!" I yelled to the phone.
"Oh yeah, sure. Uhh, ok, hey come here so we can spend some time, alright?" he said. Then, suddenly I heard through the phone the sound of some dishes breaking. "Dammit! Go catch that moron, Billie!"
"Hm, Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"It's everything alright over there?"
"I guess so, Tre is destroying everything; he gets excited with hotel rooms--" But Mike didn't finish his sentence. Someone quitted him the phone.
"HEY MEL! ARE YOU COMING YES OR NOT?!" I distinguished Tre's voice shouting at the phone.
"HELL YEAH! BUT DON'T SHOUT AT ME YOU STUPID TRE! BYE! SEE YA LATER!" and I shut down the phone with my ear aching.
***
I was in the way to the band's hotel. I got inside just waiting for nothing to happen. I walked into the elevator and pushed the button with number four. An old woman looked at my piercing in my belly button.
"Hey, hi there!" I greeted with a pretended happiness to keep the old woman busy and not looking at my piercing.
"Good morning."
"So, are you staying here or visiting someone?" I tried to start a conversation.
"I'm staying here," she answered with a bad humour.
"I'm visiting."
"Who?"
"Room 456."
"God... "
"What?"
"That band of punks that destroy everything?"
"Green Day?"
"Yeah, yeah, that stupid band."
"They're not stupid! They're my friends, you know... "
"Uh, ok then."
We fell silent for a moment. Suddenly the elevator shook and got stuck.
"Fuck!" I shouted. The old woman stared at me horribly. "Uh, sorry for the f word. We just have to wait here."
"Unbelievable... I'm stuck with a punk in an elevator," the woman muttered with her teeth clenched.
"What the heck?!"
"Nothing you girl!"
"You asshole!"
I kicked the elevator's door; it started moving again and the door opened showing floor number four. I jumped out of it and for my surprise the woman also got out of it and followed me.
"You damn shit! Go away from me!" I yelled and ran away directly to the band's room.
"Aw, fuck! Who's calling now?" I stood up lazily to get the damn phone and answered it.
"Hey, shut the fuck up Tre! Huh? Aw, shit, sorry! Hey, Mel?" I heard Mike speaking in the phone.
"Yup, is me, Melanie."
"Billie! Control that fucking idiot! What?"
"It's me, MELANIE!" I yelled to the phone.
"Oh yeah, sure. Uhh, ok, hey come here so we can spend some time, alright?" he said. Then, suddenly I heard through the phone the sound of some dishes breaking. "Dammit! Go catch that moron, Billie!"
"Hm, Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"It's everything alright over there?"
"I guess so, Tre is destroying everything; he gets excited with hotel rooms--" But Mike didn't finish his sentence. Someone quitted him the phone.
"HEY MEL! ARE YOU COMING YES OR NOT?!" I distinguished Tre's voice shouting at the phone.
"HELL YEAH! BUT DON'T SHOUT AT ME YOU STUPID TRE! BYE! SEE YA LATER!" and I shut down the phone with my ear aching.
***
I was in the way to the band's hotel. I got inside just waiting for nothing to happen. I walked into the elevator and pushed the button with number four. An old woman looked at my piercing in my belly button.
"Hey, hi there!" I greeted with a pretended happiness to keep the old woman busy and not looking at my piercing.
"Good morning."
"So, are you staying here or visiting someone?" I tried to start a conversation.
"I'm staying here," she answered with a bad humour.
"I'm visiting."
"Who?"
"Room 456."
"God... "
"What?"
"That band of punks that destroy everything?"
"Green Day?"
"Yeah, yeah, that stupid band."
"They're not stupid! They're my friends, you know... "
"Uh, ok then."
We fell silent for a moment. Suddenly the elevator shook and got stuck.
"Fuck!" I shouted. The old woman stared at me horribly. "Uh, sorry for the f word. We just have to wait here."
"Unbelievable... I'm stuck with a punk in an elevator," the woman muttered with her teeth clenched.
"What the heck?!"
"Nothing you girl!"
"You asshole!"
I kicked the elevator's door; it started moving again and the door opened showing floor number four. I jumped out of it and for my surprise the woman also got out of it and followed me.
"You damn shit! Go away from me!" I yelled and ran away directly to the band's room.
