Something Or Other, chapter 2
Another day had passed. Six days counting until they claimed they had to leave. Wasn't that great? No. Six days was such a short time. Damn them for having dreams of becoming famous. Why did they have to go be such a good band, anyway? Now a good deal of the population knew them.
"I'm bored" Tre stated, for probably the millionth time in the last ten minutes, "What should we do?"
"I dunno" Billie muttered. He was hanging over the side of the couch, looking at everything upside-down. Damn, we really were bored... They wouldn't want to stay here much longer.
"Well... life isn't always interesting" I said, with a shrug, "Think anything's on tv?"
"Think we're on tv?" Tre asked, sitting bolt upright.
"I... wouldn't know..." Mike's voice said. Wait. Where was Mike, anyway? I reluctantly glanced around the room, but only saw Billie Joe and Tre. Hm. That didn't sound good. Well, at least he was in hearing range.
"Oh" Tre said, sounding disappointed, "I think it would've been cool to see ourselves on tv..."
I couldn't be bothered answering. "I'm gonna go grab a drink" I said, standing up and heading into the kitchen. I eyed the two men who were in my sight suspicously, "Don't do anything..."
I received two angelic grins, and grew reluctant to leave the room. Those looks just meant trouble. Slipping from the area, I scouted around for Mike for a moment, before grabbing a can of sprite from the fridge, and listened up for any crashes, or sounds that signalled chaos.
I was surprised when I re-entered the room to find everyone sitting exactly as they were before, except for Mike, who had taken my seat.
"That's the best seat in the house!" I said, frowning, "Get outta my seat! You were planning this!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was-- Wow, are you prone to arguing or something? You've been in every argument that's occurred here."
Mike gave a debating sort of shrug, muttering under his breath.
"Anyway, move from the seat, Dirnt!"
"NEVA!"
I narrowed my eyes, and sat down where I was (yes, on the floor) and began hatching a plan to get my seat back.
"Well, I still want something to do" Tre whined.
"Go outside and get mobbed."
"... I'll be fine in here doing nothing and being bored, but thanks anyway."
"OW!"
I glanced up to see that Billie had fallen off the couch. He rubbed the back of his head, with a sort of pained expression on his face. "It was fun while it lasted..." I heard him mutter.
I rolled my eyes. I wanted my seat back. Sitting on the floor isn't the most comfortable thing. I mean... you sit on the floor when you're little, but when you get older, you're not meant to sit on the floor. There's no teachers that force you to sit on the uncomfortable carpet.
"Psst" I whispered. Everyone looked at me. "Uh. Oops..."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "You suck at this, you realise. The seat's mine until we leave. BWAHAHA!"
Everyone stared at him.
"I've been bored after concerts" Mike said with a shrug, "So I developed evil laughter. Is that really such a crime?"
"I'm going to bed" I said, with a sigh, only to receive three skeptical looks.
"AT THREE IN THE AFTERNOON!?" they yelled in unison, with some pretty horrified expressions.
"Dare to be different" I said, with a shrug. I stood up to leave, but I heavy weight suddenly attached itself to my foot. I glanced down to see Tre.
"Let go" I said, rather calmly.
"NO! You can't go to bed this early!"
There was a few yells of agreement coming from Mike and Billie, before they charged forward in turn.
"You're gonna friggin' kill me!" I yelled, trying my best to escape, but that's hard when you've got a person attached to your foot.
"You'll never get away!" Billie yelled, latching onto my other foot.
"Fine, fine" I said, turning around, extremely slowly, and attempting to get to my chair.
"THE CHAIR!" screamed Mike, and he dove toward it, only to land on it, and make it fall down. "Whoops... Oh well."
"God damnit, everyone trying to steal my friggin' chair..." I muttered under my breath, "Let go of my ankles, I'll go sit down, promise..."
Haha, I'm a compulsive liar. As soon as they let go, I darted away.
"She's getting away!"
"No! She's breaking under the bed's vibes!"
"Save her! But, I'll stay here in the chair, thanks..."
"MIKE."
Mike just shrugged. "I'll take this chance to turn it up the right way..." Damnit, he was obsessed with that chair...
His two friends darted after me, as I leapt up the stairs, two at a time, and ran into my room, slamming the door behind me.
There was a series of shouts from outside. "You can't stay in there forever! You can't sleep that long!"
"Well, what's the point in living?" I said, dramatically.
"You've taken this to a whole new level."
"Suicide is bad" I heard Tre say matter-of-factly.
"I know." And with that I let go of the door handle, and the two toppled inside.
"I win!" I laughed, stepping over the two, and running back downstairs.
"Daaaaaaamn... We just lost."
"I don't like losing."
"Neither.
"Yeah... so, let's go get some beer."
"Sounds good."
***
"I'm bored" Tre stated, for probably the millionth time in the last ten minutes, "What should we do?"
"I dunno" Billie muttered. He was hanging over the side of the couch, looking at everything upside-down. Damn, we really were bored... They wouldn't want to stay here much longer.
"Well... life isn't always interesting" I said, with a shrug, "Think anything's on tv?"
"Think we're on tv?" Tre asked, sitting bolt upright.
"I... wouldn't know..." Mike's voice said. Wait. Where was Mike, anyway? I reluctantly glanced around the room, but only saw Billie Joe and Tre. Hm. That didn't sound good. Well, at least he was in hearing range.
"Oh" Tre said, sounding disappointed, "I think it would've been cool to see ourselves on tv..."
I couldn't be bothered answering. "I'm gonna go grab a drink" I said, standing up and heading into the kitchen. I eyed the two men who were in my sight suspicously, "Don't do anything..."
I received two angelic grins, and grew reluctant to leave the room. Those looks just meant trouble. Slipping from the area, I scouted around for Mike for a moment, before grabbing a can of sprite from the fridge, and listened up for any crashes, or sounds that signalled chaos.
I was surprised when I re-entered the room to find everyone sitting exactly as they were before, except for Mike, who had taken my seat.
"That's the best seat in the house!" I said, frowning, "Get outta my seat! You were planning this!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was-- Wow, are you prone to arguing or something? You've been in every argument that's occurred here."
Mike gave a debating sort of shrug, muttering under his breath.
"Anyway, move from the seat, Dirnt!"
"NEVA!"
I narrowed my eyes, and sat down where I was (yes, on the floor) and began hatching a plan to get my seat back.
"Well, I still want something to do" Tre whined.
"Go outside and get mobbed."
"... I'll be fine in here doing nothing and being bored, but thanks anyway."
"OW!"
I glanced up to see that Billie had fallen off the couch. He rubbed the back of his head, with a sort of pained expression on his face. "It was fun while it lasted..." I heard him mutter.
I rolled my eyes. I wanted my seat back. Sitting on the floor isn't the most comfortable thing. I mean... you sit on the floor when you're little, but when you get older, you're not meant to sit on the floor. There's no teachers that force you to sit on the uncomfortable carpet.
"Psst" I whispered. Everyone looked at me. "Uh. Oops..."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "You suck at this, you realise. The seat's mine until we leave. BWAHAHA!"
Everyone stared at him.
"I've been bored after concerts" Mike said with a shrug, "So I developed evil laughter. Is that really such a crime?"
"I'm going to bed" I said, with a sigh, only to receive three skeptical looks.
"AT THREE IN THE AFTERNOON!?" they yelled in unison, with some pretty horrified expressions.
"Dare to be different" I said, with a shrug. I stood up to leave, but I heavy weight suddenly attached itself to my foot. I glanced down to see Tre.
"Let go" I said, rather calmly.
"NO! You can't go to bed this early!"
There was a few yells of agreement coming from Mike and Billie, before they charged forward in turn.
"You're gonna friggin' kill me!" I yelled, trying my best to escape, but that's hard when you've got a person attached to your foot.
"You'll never get away!" Billie yelled, latching onto my other foot.
"Fine, fine" I said, turning around, extremely slowly, and attempting to get to my chair.
"THE CHAIR!" screamed Mike, and he dove toward it, only to land on it, and make it fall down. "Whoops... Oh well."
"God damnit, everyone trying to steal my friggin' chair..." I muttered under my breath, "Let go of my ankles, I'll go sit down, promise..."
Haha, I'm a compulsive liar. As soon as they let go, I darted away.
"She's getting away!"
"No! She's breaking under the bed's vibes!"
"Save her! But, I'll stay here in the chair, thanks..."
"MIKE."
Mike just shrugged. "I'll take this chance to turn it up the right way..." Damnit, he was obsessed with that chair...
His two friends darted after me, as I leapt up the stairs, two at a time, and ran into my room, slamming the door behind me.
There was a series of shouts from outside. "You can't stay in there forever! You can't sleep that long!"
"Well, what's the point in living?" I said, dramatically.
"You've taken this to a whole new level."
"Suicide is bad" I heard Tre say matter-of-factly.
"I know." And with that I let go of the door handle, and the two toppled inside.
"I win!" I laughed, stepping over the two, and running back downstairs.
"Daaaaaaamn... We just lost."
"I don't like losing."
"Neither.
"Yeah... so, let's go get some beer."
"Sounds good."
***
