Basketcase, chapter 9
"FUCK YES!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as soon as I walked in the door, "School is OUT!!" Billie walked around the corner rubbing his head, "For Fucks sake! What's going on?!" I laughed, "Just wake up? Hmmmm, 4:00, understandable." I tossed him a bottle of aspirin. I started heading toward my room and tripped over Tre in the living room. "Mph. Oh! My head!" He groaned. "Billie's got the aspirin and the coffee's in the pot." I stated, not feeling sorry for either of them. I walked silently into Mike's room, still asleep. Though I knew that he was the only one who hadn't gotten very drunk last night, he was their only ride home. I stepped over the mess and gently sat down next to him. I pushed his hair gently out of his eyes. 'He needs a hair cut' I thought to myself. "Wake up sleepy" I said gently. "No." he said firmly. "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "No." "Yes..... dammit" He groaned. "Ha! I got you!" I raised my hand in triumph. "There's coffee in the kitchen....." I lured. "So what, I'm going back to bed." he pulled the cover over his head. "Mike Dirnt! Did I just hear you refuse coffee?? Are you sick?" I playfully pulled the covers back and put my hand to his head. "Nope, get your lazy ass out of bed!" With that I walked out of the room and back down to the kitchen. I reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda.
I went into the living room and sat between Billie and Tre who were bickering over the remote. I stole it out of Tre's hands and they stopped arguing. I switched the channel to MTV. "Why?" Tre whined. "Because I said so." I replied and the video for "When I Come Around" started playing. "Ha. That's why." Billie groaned, "But you have us here!" "Yeah but you look hot in the video." I joked. "And we don't now?!" they both complained. "What are you talking about?" Mike asked walking into the room. "HE'S ALIVE!" I screamed. "My Ear!!" Tre yelled back. "COFFEE!" Mike exclaimed running into the kitchen. I laughed as he came back into the living room, downing the coffee where he stood. He set the cup down and lay down on all three of us. I looked at Billie and he nodded, I looked over at Tre and he did the same. "One, Two, Three." and we all stood up, simultaneously.
**Three Months Later**
I was running down a hall that never seemed to end, past millions of lockers. Why was I running? Suddenly someone came over some sort of intercom and said something I couldn't make out. Then Nirvana started playing...... 'What's going on?' I thought to myself as I kept running...... I woke up with someone shaking me. "Mike? What are you doing up this early?" I looked over at my alarm clock which was playing Nirvana, as I woke up to music every day. "It's like, not even 6:00."I looked back at Mike, he just looked at me with one of those 'Duh' looks. "Oh Shit!! First day of school!" I hopped out of bed and shoved Mike out of my room. I rummaged through my closet, trying desperately to decide what to wear. I chose a tight shirt that said "I'm with the drummer", but it had "I'm with" crossed out and over it "I am", with a plaid skirt and a studded belt hanging over it. I slipped on my black converse with blue colored all over them, to match my shirt and walked out of the room. I was immediately greeted by a Red Bull flying at my face. I caught it and downed it in two sips, then tossed it into a box back in my room. I stepped into the bathroom and applied a heavy amount of eyeliner. then pulled out Mike's bottle of hair gel and spiked the back of my newly cut hair, letting my bangs fall at the sides of my face. I stepped out and Mike whistled at me. "Wow! You look good. I know this sounds cheesy, and a bit father-like but, let me get my camera!" I laughed and blushed. I stood still looking innocent up until he reached "three" and snapped the shot. Then I pulled a messed up face. "Stop it! I may never see you like this again!" I stood still and took a few shots. "O.k. you have your pictures, let's go before I'm late!"
I arrived at my high school just on time. I walked in and put my stuff in my locker, and with some difficulty, found my class room. I took a seat next to a girl wearing a Green Day 'Kerplunk' shirt, and laughed to myself. I reached across my desk, offering my hand "I'm Chrystelle". The girl looked at me, read my shirt and smiled. She took my hand, "I'm Erin". "Nice shirt" I said to her. "Same to you. You like Green Day?" she asked. "Love 'em, even met them." I said, not telling her that they're my best friends in the whole world. "Lucky." she smile at me, as the teacher walked in. "Hello, my name is professor blah blah, blah blah blah blah." I tuned out my first period as Erin and I passed notes. The bell rang and we headed towards our lockers. Which happened to be next to each other. "Interesting!" I put up my books, seeing as we just got all of them. I pulled my math book out and headed towards Algebra. "This is interesting" I said as Erin headed for the same class. "Let me see your schedule." I compared our schedules. "This is cool, we have almost every class together, except, when you have Spanish, I have Latin, and I'm taking chem, when you go to advanced English." I told her as we stepped into math.
During our lunch period Erin and I decided to eat outside. We talked about music and the likes. During our last period we had homeroom, while the teacher gave us a long lecture Erin and I decided to pass notes. "Ms. Vreeland! You must think your little conversation is more important than my class so, I guess you wouldn't mind letting the rest of the class here it." the teacher yelled as he snapped the paper out of Erin's hands. He started reading, "So what is your favorite GD album? Oh I would have to say Dookie. Isn't Billie hot? Yeah! No duh!" he read aloud, skipping the curse words. "Am I really?" I heard a familiar voice say. "I looked up and saw Billie in the doorway. "Excuse me sir. I am having a class here." the teacher said rudely. "I'm very sorry but I need to take Chrystelle with me." he said, his face changing instantly to a worried face. "Your reason would be.....?" "Her brother was in a horrible car accident." I was confused for a moment, then I realized he must be talking about Mike, or Tre. 'Oh No!' I thought. "Very well, Ms....." "Dirnt," I filled him in, using Mike's last name, more fun to confuse them. "You are excused" I practically sprinted out of the class room. "What happened?! Who was it?!" I said frantically. "Whoa, hold on, no one was in a car accident" Billie said, trying not to laugh. "from what Mike said I couldn't wait to see your outfit." I slapped him across the face. "Jerk." I walked toward my locker. "Ow! You do look great by the way."
I forced him to wait with me for school to end to I could talk to Erin. I heard the bell ring and looked toward the front doors. "Chrystelle?!!!"
I went into the living room and sat between Billie and Tre who were bickering over the remote. I stole it out of Tre's hands and they stopped arguing. I switched the channel to MTV. "Why?" Tre whined. "Because I said so." I replied and the video for "When I Come Around" started playing. "Ha. That's why." Billie groaned, "But you have us here!" "Yeah but you look hot in the video." I joked. "And we don't now?!" they both complained. "What are you talking about?" Mike asked walking into the room. "HE'S ALIVE!" I screamed. "My Ear!!" Tre yelled back. "COFFEE!" Mike exclaimed running into the kitchen. I laughed as he came back into the living room, downing the coffee where he stood. He set the cup down and lay down on all three of us. I looked at Billie and he nodded, I looked over at Tre and he did the same. "One, Two, Three." and we all stood up, simultaneously.
**Three Months Later**
I was running down a hall that never seemed to end, past millions of lockers. Why was I running? Suddenly someone came over some sort of intercom and said something I couldn't make out. Then Nirvana started playing...... 'What's going on?' I thought to myself as I kept running...... I woke up with someone shaking me. "Mike? What are you doing up this early?" I looked over at my alarm clock which was playing Nirvana, as I woke up to music every day. "It's like, not even 6:00."I looked back at Mike, he just looked at me with one of those 'Duh' looks. "Oh Shit!! First day of school!" I hopped out of bed and shoved Mike out of my room. I rummaged through my closet, trying desperately to decide what to wear. I chose a tight shirt that said "I'm with the drummer", but it had "I'm with" crossed out and over it "I am", with a plaid skirt and a studded belt hanging over it. I slipped on my black converse with blue colored all over them, to match my shirt and walked out of the room. I was immediately greeted by a Red Bull flying at my face. I caught it and downed it in two sips, then tossed it into a box back in my room. I stepped into the bathroom and applied a heavy amount of eyeliner. then pulled out Mike's bottle of hair gel and spiked the back of my newly cut hair, letting my bangs fall at the sides of my face. I stepped out and Mike whistled at me. "Wow! You look good. I know this sounds cheesy, and a bit father-like but, let me get my camera!" I laughed and blushed. I stood still looking innocent up until he reached "three" and snapped the shot. Then I pulled a messed up face. "Stop it! I may never see you like this again!" I stood still and took a few shots. "O.k. you have your pictures, let's go before I'm late!"
I arrived at my high school just on time. I walked in and put my stuff in my locker, and with some difficulty, found my class room. I took a seat next to a girl wearing a Green Day 'Kerplunk' shirt, and laughed to myself. I reached across my desk, offering my hand "I'm Chrystelle". The girl looked at me, read my shirt and smiled. She took my hand, "I'm Erin". "Nice shirt" I said to her. "Same to you. You like Green Day?" she asked. "Love 'em, even met them." I said, not telling her that they're my best friends in the whole world. "Lucky." she smile at me, as the teacher walked in. "Hello, my name is professor blah blah, blah blah blah blah." I tuned out my first period as Erin and I passed notes. The bell rang and we headed towards our lockers. Which happened to be next to each other. "Interesting!" I put up my books, seeing as we just got all of them. I pulled my math book out and headed towards Algebra. "This is interesting" I said as Erin headed for the same class. "Let me see your schedule." I compared our schedules. "This is cool, we have almost every class together, except, when you have Spanish, I have Latin, and I'm taking chem, when you go to advanced English." I told her as we stepped into math.
During our lunch period Erin and I decided to eat outside. We talked about music and the likes. During our last period we had homeroom, while the teacher gave us a long lecture Erin and I decided to pass notes. "Ms. Vreeland! You must think your little conversation is more important than my class so, I guess you wouldn't mind letting the rest of the class here it." the teacher yelled as he snapped the paper out of Erin's hands. He started reading, "So what is your favorite GD album? Oh I would have to say Dookie. Isn't Billie hot? Yeah! No duh!" he read aloud, skipping the curse words. "Am I really?" I heard a familiar voice say. "I looked up and saw Billie in the doorway. "Excuse me sir. I am having a class here." the teacher said rudely. "I'm very sorry but I need to take Chrystelle with me." he said, his face changing instantly to a worried face. "Your reason would be.....?" "Her brother was in a horrible car accident." I was confused for a moment, then I realized he must be talking about Mike, or Tre. 'Oh No!' I thought. "Very well, Ms....." "Dirnt," I filled him in, using Mike's last name, more fun to confuse them. "You are excused" I practically sprinted out of the class room. "What happened?! Who was it?!" I said frantically. "Whoa, hold on, no one was in a car accident" Billie said, trying not to laugh. "from what Mike said I couldn't wait to see your outfit." I slapped him across the face. "Jerk." I walked toward my locker. "Ow! You do look great by the way."
I forced him to wait with me for school to end to I could talk to Erin. I heard the bell ring and looked toward the front doors. "Chrystelle?!!!"
