When Billie Crashed His Car, chapter 9
'I'm now in the airplane, so relax Melanie' I kept thinking heavily. My mind was confused, just confused. I was sitting quietly, my hands shaking a little and with my bro sleeping at my right side. He left out a great snore and he woke up suddenly, scaring me.
"What the fuck?! Shit! Move moron!" I told Demian angrily.
"Uh? Oh yeah, I'm in the plane," he yawned making too much noise.
"Shut up."
He sighed before continuing. "Ok... But just cuz you're in a bad mood today."
"Me? Ha! I'm fine, Demian." I said raising an eyebrow and smiling.
"If you say so... "
***
"Ok Melanie today is the grand day," Demian said smiling widely.
"Hm? What?"
"Today is the grand day!" he repeated stupidly.
"What? Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you...or what?" I played a trick to him. I liked to treat him like a real idiot.
"No! I don't mean Oasis you fool!" (Ok, the 'today is gonna be... ' is a part of a song of Oasis, understand?)
We were in the hotel room, getting prepared for the concert. I was gonna use a tank top (I wanted to show my recently pierced belly button), black jeans and my pair of adorable Converse. Demian just looked ridiculous, a Green Day shirt, black jeans and Converse. I know they are a good combination but being worn by Demian...they looked really ridiculous.
I laughed the loudest I could. "You look...funny!"
"You too. And look at your make-up! It's too heavy."
"That's how I like it, any problem with that?"
"Nope."
"Ok, fine."
We stopped annoying each other for a while. He went to watch television and I rested in a couch.
"Two hours 'til I see again my Billie..." I whispered.
I couldn't stop smiling.
***
"Another shitty, normal concert," Tre muttered taking a drink from his beer. "I'm starting to get bored from too many concerts, guys..."
"Yeah, it's like...nothing important happens out there," said Mike being serious.
Billie, who was sitting in an old chair, thought the same. Life was getting more and more bored.
"Hey guys, all the bastards out there are waiting for you to start the concert so get your asses up!" an assistant shouted.
"Ok, here we go again," told Billie Joe to Mike and Tre.
***
"SEE? THERE'S GREEN DAY, DEMIAN!" I was shouting to my little bro. The people around me screamed even louder.
"YUP! I CAN SEE THEM NOW! HEY, THERE'S TRE!" he liked specially Tre; the drummer was as stupid as my bro.
"YOU HAVE NOW A FUCKING EXPERIENCE TO TELL MOM, DAD, OUR BIG BRO AND YOUR FRIENDS!" (Yup, we have a bigger brother.)
"I'M SO...FUCKING HAPPY!" he shouted.
But I was occupied looking at Billie. Then, his eyes met with mine and he smiled. I returned him the grin and he continued playing the guitar even better. But his green eyes stayed on my eyes the whole concert...
"What the fuck?! Shit! Move moron!" I told Demian angrily.
"Uh? Oh yeah, I'm in the plane," he yawned making too much noise.
"Shut up."
He sighed before continuing. "Ok... But just cuz you're in a bad mood today."
"Me? Ha! I'm fine, Demian." I said raising an eyebrow and smiling.
"If you say so... "
***
"Ok Melanie today is the grand day," Demian said smiling widely.
"Hm? What?"
"Today is the grand day!" he repeated stupidly.
"What? Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you...or what?" I played a trick to him. I liked to treat him like a real idiot.
"No! I don't mean Oasis you fool!" (Ok, the 'today is gonna be... ' is a part of a song of Oasis, understand?)
We were in the hotel room, getting prepared for the concert. I was gonna use a tank top (I wanted to show my recently pierced belly button), black jeans and my pair of adorable Converse. Demian just looked ridiculous, a Green Day shirt, black jeans and Converse. I know they are a good combination but being worn by Demian...they looked really ridiculous.
I laughed the loudest I could. "You look...funny!"
"You too. And look at your make-up! It's too heavy."
"That's how I like it, any problem with that?"
"Nope."
"Ok, fine."
We stopped annoying each other for a while. He went to watch television and I rested in a couch.
"Two hours 'til I see again my Billie..." I whispered.
I couldn't stop smiling.
***
"Another shitty, normal concert," Tre muttered taking a drink from his beer. "I'm starting to get bored from too many concerts, guys..."
"Yeah, it's like...nothing important happens out there," said Mike being serious.
Billie, who was sitting in an old chair, thought the same. Life was getting more and more bored.
"Hey guys, all the bastards out there are waiting for you to start the concert so get your asses up!" an assistant shouted.
"Ok, here we go again," told Billie Joe to Mike and Tre.
***
"SEE? THERE'S GREEN DAY, DEMIAN!" I was shouting to my little bro. The people around me screamed even louder.
"YUP! I CAN SEE THEM NOW! HEY, THERE'S TRE!" he liked specially Tre; the drummer was as stupid as my bro.
"YOU HAVE NOW A FUCKING EXPERIENCE TO TELL MOM, DAD, OUR BIG BRO AND YOUR FRIENDS!" (Yup, we have a bigger brother.)
"I'M SO...FUCKING HAPPY!" he shouted.
But I was occupied looking at Billie. Then, his eyes met with mine and he smiled. I returned him the grin and he continued playing the guitar even better. But his green eyes stayed on my eyes the whole concert...
