My American Idiots, chapter 1
[u]Note From The Author!!!![/u] Hey Dudes and Dudettes! Hey I realise you may be just a little minced that I re-submitted all this junk, but my account frogged up, and now I have to re-submit all my stories, please bear with me!!
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"And this," said Mrs. Armstrong as she opened a door along the hallway. "Is your room."
"Nice," breathed Jessica as she surveyed a cozy room with a medium-sized bed, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers with a large mirror in it. She was on an exchange program in America for eighteen months and Jess would be glad of school on dry land for a while.
"This is awesome, thanks Mrs. Armstrong," she said.
"Please call me Ollie, dear," Mrs. Armstrong told Jessica. "Mrs. Armstrong makes me feel old."
"Okay, Ollie," Jessica smiled.
"Now, if you need anything at night, my room is at the end of the hall. If I'm on nightshift at work, Billie Joe's room is the next door down," Ollie explained. "He'll help you out, won't you, Billie," Ollie turned to her youngest child.
"Of course, mom," he replied, running a hand through his tangled, jet black hair. "I'm not that heartless."
"Hmm," said Ollie, not completely convinced. "Well if he won't help you, Mike will. Ah, speak of the devil. Hello Mike."
"Hey," said Mike to Ollie as he walked into Jessica's room and dodged her box of books. To Jessica he said, "Hi, I'm Mike Dirnt, I live here too."
"Hi Mike Dirnt. I'm Jessica Murray, but just call me Jess or Jessi," she replied with a smile, shaking a lock of her chocolaty hair out of her blue eyes. "Wanna help me out with a couple of these boxes, please?"
"Sure," he smiled back, picking up the box he dodged. "You wanna give us a hand Billie?" Mike just caught Billie Joe's retreating back.
"Damn, okay, if it makes you happy," he replied with a look of comical disgust. He came over and picked up the box of cds and Jess's CD player. He picked it up the wrong way, and it went all over her new bed. "Oh, shit," he cursed. Luckily Ollie had just left them to it. "Sorry Jess, hey, nice cd player. What cds do you have?"
"It's ok," She said moving her chrome and red CD player and stacking up the cds. "Let's see, which ones did I bring?" she called out the names as she picked them up. "Ok, we have here, Good Charlotte, Limp Bizkit, Blink 182, Simple Plan, several mixes of various artists and, oh yeah, I'd forgotten about this one, my belly dancing mix."
"Belly dancing?" asked a guy with reddish-blond hair and blue eyes circled with thin eyeliner. "Who belly dances?"
"Hey Trè," said Mike and Billie Joe.
"This is Jess, she's gonna be living with us for the next year and a half," explained Billie. "She's the belly dancer."
"Oh, okay," Trè replied with a cheeky grin as he came into Jess's new room. "I thought you'd taken it up Billie."
"Hey!" Billie Joe yelled, while Mike, Trè and Jess laughed.
"I really don't know if I want to picture him in one of those outfits though, Trè. Flowing skirts, an itty-bitty bra and all that jewelry...." Jess wolf whistled, and laughed.
"I think I'm gonna like this girl," Trè grinned happily. "At least she has a sense of humour." Billie picked up one of Jess's sandshoes and threw it at Trè. It hit him in the stomach.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she yelled. Billie Joe had the decency to look mildly ashamed.
"We're only..." he started.
"Those shoes are from Italy!" she said with a fake frown, cutting him off. She waited a few seconds for it to sink in, and then laughed with Mike and Trè.
"You know what Trè?" asked Mike smiling.
"What?" asked Trè, rubbing his stomach.
"I think I'm gonna like her too."
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"And this," said Mrs. Armstrong as she opened a door along the hallway. "Is your room."
"Nice," breathed Jessica as she surveyed a cozy room with a medium-sized bed, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers with a large mirror in it. She was on an exchange program in America for eighteen months and Jess would be glad of school on dry land for a while.
"This is awesome, thanks Mrs. Armstrong," she said.
"Please call me Ollie, dear," Mrs. Armstrong told Jessica. "Mrs. Armstrong makes me feel old."
"Okay, Ollie," Jessica smiled.
"Now, if you need anything at night, my room is at the end of the hall. If I'm on nightshift at work, Billie Joe's room is the next door down," Ollie explained. "He'll help you out, won't you, Billie," Ollie turned to her youngest child.
"Of course, mom," he replied, running a hand through his tangled, jet black hair. "I'm not that heartless."
"Hmm," said Ollie, not completely convinced. "Well if he won't help you, Mike will. Ah, speak of the devil. Hello Mike."
"Hey," said Mike to Ollie as he walked into Jessica's room and dodged her box of books. To Jessica he said, "Hi, I'm Mike Dirnt, I live here too."
"Hi Mike Dirnt. I'm Jessica Murray, but just call me Jess or Jessi," she replied with a smile, shaking a lock of her chocolaty hair out of her blue eyes. "Wanna help me out with a couple of these boxes, please?"
"Sure," he smiled back, picking up the box he dodged. "You wanna give us a hand Billie?" Mike just caught Billie Joe's retreating back.
"Damn, okay, if it makes you happy," he replied with a look of comical disgust. He came over and picked up the box of cds and Jess's CD player. He picked it up the wrong way, and it went all over her new bed. "Oh, shit," he cursed. Luckily Ollie had just left them to it. "Sorry Jess, hey, nice cd player. What cds do you have?"
"It's ok," She said moving her chrome and red CD player and stacking up the cds. "Let's see, which ones did I bring?" she called out the names as she picked them up. "Ok, we have here, Good Charlotte, Limp Bizkit, Blink 182, Simple Plan, several mixes of various artists and, oh yeah, I'd forgotten about this one, my belly dancing mix."
"Belly dancing?" asked a guy with reddish-blond hair and blue eyes circled with thin eyeliner. "Who belly dances?"
"Hey Trè," said Mike and Billie Joe.
"This is Jess, she's gonna be living with us for the next year and a half," explained Billie. "She's the belly dancer."
"Oh, okay," Trè replied with a cheeky grin as he came into Jess's new room. "I thought you'd taken it up Billie."
"Hey!" Billie Joe yelled, while Mike, Trè and Jess laughed.
"I really don't know if I want to picture him in one of those outfits though, Trè. Flowing skirts, an itty-bitty bra and all that jewelry...." Jess wolf whistled, and laughed.
"I think I'm gonna like this girl," Trè grinned happily. "At least she has a sense of humour." Billie picked up one of Jess's sandshoes and threw it at Trè. It hit him in the stomach.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she yelled. Billie Joe had the decency to look mildly ashamed.
"We're only..." he started.
"Those shoes are from Italy!" she said with a fake frown, cutting him off. She waited a few seconds for it to sink in, and then laughed with Mike and Trè.
"You know what Trè?" asked Mike smiling.
"What?" asked Trè, rubbing his stomach.
"I think I'm gonna like her too."
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