How Can I Love You Back, If You Killed My Life?, chapter 2
*At the front of the Concert Building*
"Got your tickets, and Backstage Passes?" Mother asked, gosh she's already annoying the fuck out of me.
"Yeah, Mother, right here." I told her politely, pointing at the tix and BSP's in my left hand. OMFG, is that, naw it can't be. OMG it IS!!! Jimmy Pop Ali is walking OVER to US! I'm gonna faint, ok, maybe not.
"So, you guys came for our concert cuz your true fans, or did you come to riot us, based on how "offensive" we are?" Jimmy Pop asked us, doing the "Qoute" thingys with his hands, grinning. Uh oh, my mom is day-dreaming. Shit. Ha, I kicked her,
"Mom. Hello?" I quitely said to her, from the corner of my mouth, fine,
"Yeah, I mean, were here for the show." I replyed for Mother. He chuckled.
"Did you two wanna come in through the back, since I see you have Backstage Passes?" He asked, staring at my moms tits. Perve. You can't blame him, he's stuck with guys 24/7.
"Oh, sure, that'd be dope. Ahem, right Emily?" My mom said nudging me, she was rosey cheeked. Damn, she's hella blushing.
"Right. Then what the hell are we waiting for?" I said pulling them behind me.
"Shit." Jimmy Pop said grinning.
"What?" I said wondering.
"You said 'What the hell are we waiting for?'. So I replyed shit." My mom laughed at that.
"Right, your as dumb as I thought." I told him playfully.
"Hey, are you two Green Day fans, by any fuckin chance?" Jimmy Pop asked us.
"Deffinatly, why?" Right then as I said that walking in the Back room, there stood Tre fucking Cool. What the fuck dude. Am I day-dreaming. I pinched myself. Fuck no. OMG OMG OMG, eh, if I should know, getting along with someone like Jimmy Pop, you know, the stupid types? It should be easy.
"And who are we?" Tre asked directly at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Emily, and this pathitic loser," I pointed to my mom, "Is my mom." Everyone laughed. Except my mom. Dammit, awkward silence, I fuckin hate them, with a passion.
"Shut up." Mother broke the silence. Ahhh, now she's smiling. I feel relieved. Wait. If Tre is here, then where the fuck is Mike Dirnt and Billie Joe? Eh, they're probably gonna show up sooner or later.
"Mother, go get a room, " she was making out with Jimmy Pop on the couch, they were headed to the bathroom, "ON second thought, stay the fuck in here!" I quickly said, so they wouldn't do you know what, in there. Outside, in the crowd, they were screaming, "I wanna fuck you like an animal". I wanna join. Right then Billie and Mike walked in, from the dirsction I heard them the audiance scream.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal!" Billie and Mike screamed one last time. God, can this day get any better?
"Well who do we have here?" Billie said gesturing his hand out to mine.
"Emily." I said, with a weird face, only cuz he's REALLY famous, and secondly, his breath smelled of raw fish, and beer.
"Sorry about that?" Mike said pulling a sympathitical face. I giggled. Who's hand is running up behind me, on my legs, dammit, whoever is grabbong my butt, is gonna get fucked up.
Story note : In this story, Green Day, did come out with American Idiot, but, since this is made up, they are 17. They only made 3 albums. A.I., Warning, and Kerplunk!. The Bloodhound Gang is younger too. But they, as in Evil Jared, Jimmy Pop, Willy the New Guy and D.J. Q Ball, are all 28. KK, thats it.
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I quickly turned around, it was Billie Joe, that nasty fuck. I slapped his hand off. He pouted, adorable, but he's drunk. Behind me I heard Mike and Tre, say things like "Ya Billie go!", or "Score", and then they giggled like little girls. Geeze grow up. Eh, gotta love 'em, cuz one time or another, you don't wanna get any older, cuz you might scared of what's gonna happen next.
"Thats fuckin disgusting." I said pointing to the two "love birds", as in Mother and Jimmy Pop, basically having sex on the floor. I quickly shut my eyes. Now, wait? Someone's kissing me. Hey as much as I hate it, it's warmth and oftness, really works to calm me down. I opened my eyes. There me and Billie fucking Joe, kissing. Eh, it was ok.
"Ha, look Mike, there's TWO sets of love birds." Obviously what Tre had said. But, I flipped them off, and started frenching Billie Joe. I gotta admit, he's good.
"Hey fuckturds, get on stage in 15." The manager said. Ha, he said fuckturds. I broke away from Billie. We kissed, like it seemed forever.
"So are you guys touring with the Bloodhound Gang?" I asked Green Day.
"Basically, yeah. But we just go on stage if they get kicked, or rioted off. Mostly so far, we got to play at all of the shows, cuz they got kicked off." Mike said, like it was no big deal. Where the fuck did my mom and Jimmy Pop go? Oh, my mom is now sitting next to me smiling. As for which, I'm cuddled with Billie. He's so cute.
"Ok, you lazy asses, get to the front off the crowd, and go out the stage enterance." Jimmy Pop said walking out of the bathroom, looking all nice and tidy. I love how he dresses, making fun of gangsters and shit, adding a twist of White Boy flavor to it.
"But then, we'd have to jump off stage?" I asked confused.
"Exactally." Someone said behind us, making me jump a little. Oh, it's Evil Jared. OMG, it's Evil Jared. YEAH XD
"Shit you scared the fuck outta me" I said a little bit jumpy.
"Alright guys, your up." The manager said, leading them out of the door. The crowd screamed so loud, I swear, it would broke windows. Hard bullet proof windows. I quickly pulled my mom by the arm, stopping her from talking with Tre.
"We need to see the show." I told her plainly.
"Right." She said back, throwing her left fist in the air. Green Day laughed at that. When Jimmy Pop say us just walking on the corner of the stage, he pointed to us, and ran. So now, he's got us by the arms, in front of, lets say?, about ONE FUCKING MILLION PEOPLE! We were blushing like there was no tomorrow.
"Got your tickets, and Backstage Passes?" Mother asked, gosh she's already annoying the fuck out of me.
"Yeah, Mother, right here." I told her politely, pointing at the tix and BSP's in my left hand. OMFG, is that, naw it can't be. OMG it IS!!! Jimmy Pop Ali is walking OVER to US! I'm gonna faint, ok, maybe not.
"So, you guys came for our concert cuz your true fans, or did you come to riot us, based on how "offensive" we are?" Jimmy Pop asked us, doing the "Qoute" thingys with his hands, grinning. Uh oh, my mom is day-dreaming. Shit. Ha, I kicked her,
"Mom. Hello?" I quitely said to her, from the corner of my mouth, fine,
"Yeah, I mean, were here for the show." I replyed for Mother. He chuckled.
"Did you two wanna come in through the back, since I see you have Backstage Passes?" He asked, staring at my moms tits. Perve. You can't blame him, he's stuck with guys 24/7.
"Oh, sure, that'd be dope. Ahem, right Emily?" My mom said nudging me, she was rosey cheeked. Damn, she's hella blushing.
"Right. Then what the hell are we waiting for?" I said pulling them behind me.
"Shit." Jimmy Pop said grinning.
"What?" I said wondering.
"You said 'What the hell are we waiting for?'. So I replyed shit." My mom laughed at that.
"Right, your as dumb as I thought." I told him playfully.
"Hey, are you two Green Day fans, by any fuckin chance?" Jimmy Pop asked us.
"Deffinatly, why?" Right then as I said that walking in the Back room, there stood Tre fucking Cool. What the fuck dude. Am I day-dreaming. I pinched myself. Fuck no. OMG OMG OMG, eh, if I should know, getting along with someone like Jimmy Pop, you know, the stupid types? It should be easy.
"And who are we?" Tre asked directly at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Emily, and this pathitic loser," I pointed to my mom, "Is my mom." Everyone laughed. Except my mom. Dammit, awkward silence, I fuckin hate them, with a passion.
"Shut up." Mother broke the silence. Ahhh, now she's smiling. I feel relieved. Wait. If Tre is here, then where the fuck is Mike Dirnt and Billie Joe? Eh, they're probably gonna show up sooner or later.
"Mother, go get a room, " she was making out with Jimmy Pop on the couch, they were headed to the bathroom, "ON second thought, stay the fuck in here!" I quickly said, so they wouldn't do you know what, in there. Outside, in the crowd, they were screaming, "I wanna fuck you like an animal". I wanna join. Right then Billie and Mike walked in, from the dirsction I heard them the audiance scream.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal!" Billie and Mike screamed one last time. God, can this day get any better?
"Well who do we have here?" Billie said gesturing his hand out to mine.
"Emily." I said, with a weird face, only cuz he's REALLY famous, and secondly, his breath smelled of raw fish, and beer.
"Sorry about that?" Mike said pulling a sympathitical face. I giggled. Who's hand is running up behind me, on my legs, dammit, whoever is grabbong my butt, is gonna get fucked up.
Story note : In this story, Green Day, did come out with American Idiot, but, since this is made up, they are 17. They only made 3 albums. A.I., Warning, and Kerplunk!. The Bloodhound Gang is younger too. But they, as in Evil Jared, Jimmy Pop, Willy the New Guy and D.J. Q Ball, are all 28. KK, thats it.
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I quickly turned around, it was Billie Joe, that nasty fuck. I slapped his hand off. He pouted, adorable, but he's drunk. Behind me I heard Mike and Tre, say things like "Ya Billie go!", or "Score", and then they giggled like little girls. Geeze grow up. Eh, gotta love 'em, cuz one time or another, you don't wanna get any older, cuz you might scared of what's gonna happen next.
"Thats fuckin disgusting." I said pointing to the two "love birds", as in Mother and Jimmy Pop, basically having sex on the floor. I quickly shut my eyes. Now, wait? Someone's kissing me. Hey as much as I hate it, it's warmth and oftness, really works to calm me down. I opened my eyes. There me and Billie fucking Joe, kissing. Eh, it was ok.
"Ha, look Mike, there's TWO sets of love birds." Obviously what Tre had said. But, I flipped them off, and started frenching Billie Joe. I gotta admit, he's good.
"Hey fuckturds, get on stage in 15." The manager said. Ha, he said fuckturds. I broke away from Billie. We kissed, like it seemed forever.
"So are you guys touring with the Bloodhound Gang?" I asked Green Day.
"Basically, yeah. But we just go on stage if they get kicked, or rioted off. Mostly so far, we got to play at all of the shows, cuz they got kicked off." Mike said, like it was no big deal. Where the fuck did my mom and Jimmy Pop go? Oh, my mom is now sitting next to me smiling. As for which, I'm cuddled with Billie. He's so cute.
"Ok, you lazy asses, get to the front off the crowd, and go out the stage enterance." Jimmy Pop said walking out of the bathroom, looking all nice and tidy. I love how he dresses, making fun of gangsters and shit, adding a twist of White Boy flavor to it.
"But then, we'd have to jump off stage?" I asked confused.
"Exactally." Someone said behind us, making me jump a little. Oh, it's Evil Jared. OMG, it's Evil Jared. YEAH XD
"Shit you scared the fuck outta me" I said a little bit jumpy.
"Alright guys, your up." The manager said, leading them out of the door. The crowd screamed so loud, I swear, it would broke windows. Hard bullet proof windows. I quickly pulled my mom by the arm, stopping her from talking with Tre.
"We need to see the show." I told her plainly.
"Right." She said back, throwing her left fist in the air. Green Day laughed at that. When Jimmy Pop say us just walking on the corner of the stage, he pointed to us, and ran. So now, he's got us by the arms, in front of, lets say?, about ONE FUCKING MILLION PEOPLE! We were blushing like there was no tomorrow.
