This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 1
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*okay, in this story, I changed my age...same with my friend, Briana. We're both 26. so um...please...ENJOY!*
-October 20th/Airport in Columbus, Ohio-
"Mam, please, get off the plane. You apparently don't have a ticket--"
"Listen, I'm being honest with you! The idiot who checked for tickets, kept mine!" I exclaimed, pissed as ever.
"Please, exit this plane, or I'll call security--"
"Fuck security!" snickers came from behind.
"Mam--"
"This fucking mam has a name you know," I scolded, "Her name is Erin. Now say it with me: Errrinnn."
"Okay, Erin, keep your swearing to a minimum--"
"Minimum my ass!"
"SECURI--"
"You call security I'm going to fucking hurt you," I stared the woman down.
"Is that a threat?"
"Well, duh," I rolled my eyes.
"SECUR--"
"Shut it, blondie!" I commanded, "Ask the dumbass who check for tickets if he has mine, FUCK!"
More snickers came from behind.
"It doesn't seem like he's the dumbass here," she folded her arms across her chest.
"How do you mean?" I questioned menacingly.
"He's not the one who dyed his hair green."
"Fucking racist," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"It's my choice to how I look. Now, ask the fucking asshole about my ticket!"
"That's it. SECUR--"
"Lady, listen to her. I apparently witnessed the so called fucking asshole keep her ticket," a familiar, high-pitched voice cut in.
I turned toward where the voice came from, sighing in relief, "Thank y--"
This can not be possible. That's not them. It can't be. I'm just dreaming. Yesh, this is all just a dream That's exactly what it is. The members of Green Day are definately not in front of me.
I pulled my hand up and smacked the side of my face in a swift motion.
"Ow, dammit," I winced in pain.
Oh shit. This isn't a dream.
"Is that some sort of greeting from around here, because people seem to be doing it a lot?" the same, high-pitched voice said.
"Y-you're T-Tre C-Cool..." I stammered.
"Riight," he smiled, "And these are my friends: William Joeseph and Iksvanurglesnuff."
"Moving on..." the lady cut in," I guess I'll let you go. You lucked out. Now just...sit down." She walked down the aisle of the plane.
"You know...staring isn't very nice," Tre commented.
Snap out of it!
I smacked the same side of my face, again.
"Is hitting yourself a hobby for you?" he inquired.
"You're T-Tre C-Cool," I stuttered again, shock still overwhelming me.
"Yes, I know. Thanks for the spiffy comment, though."
"You're my fucking idol..."
"Oh, really? So you've had someone try the Bullwinkle on you--"
"I don't think that's what she meant, Tre," Mike cut in.
"Shut up, Iksvanurglesnuff! No one asked you!" Tre scolded, "Wait a second...you're that girl who played the drums for Knowledge at out concert in Dayton a couple nights ago."
"Tre, dude, you're right," Billie muttered.
"No shit. I'm always right," Tre stated, "Erin...you're name's....Erin...right?"
"That's me!" I smiled.
"Alright...Erin, come hither and sit down," he gestured to the empty seat next to him, "Questions must be answered."
"Okay..." I trailed off as I practically hopped over to Tre and sat down.
"Now, how old are you?" he asked.
"26..."
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Hours passed as the long, boring plane ride continued to California. Mike and Billie were fast asleep, I was playing around with sharpies, and Tre was staring out the window.
"Roll roll roll a joint. Twist it at the ends!" he began to sing randomly, "Light it up and take a puff and pass it to your friends!"
"Nice one," I commented, taking off one of my Green Day Converse, "Could you do me a favor?"
Tre turned to face me, then looked down at the shoe firmly grasped in my hand, along with a sharpie.
"How obsessed with us are you?" he inquired.
"Very," I stated, "Ask any of my friends. But, anyway, could you please sign my Converse?"
"I dunno," Tre shrugged, "Could I?"
I sighed, "Will you sign my Converse?"
"Sure! Anything for an obsessed fan!" he snatched my shoe and black sharpie from my hand. "Let's see...To Erin: I'd write more, but there's not much room. Lots of slashy love, Tre."
"Thanks," I said, taking back the contents he had and slipped my shoe back on.
"No problem," Tre smiled.
I returned the grin before a woman's voice began speaking over the intercom, "Please, everyone gather your items. This flight should be landing in the next thirty minutes. Thank you!"
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Billie, Mike, Tre, and I exited the hectic airport. They waited for their ride, and I called for a taxi.
I got off my cell phone and leaned against the wall, pretty dazed. I was too out there to realize Tre came up to me.
"Hey, uh, it was nice...meeting you," he said.
"Vise versa," I chuckled.
"Well, um...since you live in Oakland now, um...here's my number," Tre handed me a small slip of paper," Like, if you wanna get together sometime...just call."
"Don't worry, I will," I stated.
A black limo drove up to where Billie and Mike were standing.
"Well, there's out ride. I guess I'll talk to you later?" he scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Bye," Tre waved before before stepping into the limo and shutting the door.
When the long, black car was out of sight, I quickly pulled out my cell phone again and went straight to the Contacts List.
Elizabeth...Kara...Kelsie...Vicky...hazah! Here it is...
The slight rings went on for about ten seconds before someone picked up on the other end, "Hello?"
"Bri, you won't believe what just happened..."
-October 20th/Airport in Columbus, Ohio-
"Mam, please, get off the plane. You apparently don't have a ticket--"
"Listen, I'm being honest with you! The idiot who checked for tickets, kept mine!" I exclaimed, pissed as ever.
"Please, exit this plane, or I'll call security--"
"Fuck security!" snickers came from behind.
"Mam--"
"This fucking mam has a name you know," I scolded, "Her name is Erin. Now say it with me: Errrinnn."
"Okay, Erin, keep your swearing to a minimum--"
"Minimum my ass!"
"SECURI--"
"You call security I'm going to fucking hurt you," I stared the woman down.
"Is that a threat?"
"Well, duh," I rolled my eyes.
"SECUR--"
"Shut it, blondie!" I commanded, "Ask the dumbass who check for tickets if he has mine, FUCK!"
More snickers came from behind.
"It doesn't seem like he's the dumbass here," she folded her arms across her chest.
"How do you mean?" I questioned menacingly.
"He's not the one who dyed his hair green."
"Fucking racist," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"It's my choice to how I look. Now, ask the fucking asshole about my ticket!"
"That's it. SECUR--"
"Lady, listen to her. I apparently witnessed the so called fucking asshole keep her ticket," a familiar, high-pitched voice cut in.
I turned toward where the voice came from, sighing in relief, "Thank y--"
This can not be possible. That's not them. It can't be. I'm just dreaming. Yesh, this is all just a dream That's exactly what it is. The members of Green Day are definately not in front of me.
I pulled my hand up and smacked the side of my face in a swift motion.
"Ow, dammit," I winced in pain.
Oh shit. This isn't a dream.
"Is that some sort of greeting from around here, because people seem to be doing it a lot?" the same, high-pitched voice said.
"Y-you're T-Tre C-Cool..." I stammered.
"Riight," he smiled, "And these are my friends: William Joeseph and Iksvanurglesnuff."
"Moving on..." the lady cut in," I guess I'll let you go. You lucked out. Now just...sit down." She walked down the aisle of the plane.
"You know...staring isn't very nice," Tre commented.
Snap out of it!
I smacked the same side of my face, again.
"Is hitting yourself a hobby for you?" he inquired.
"You're T-Tre C-Cool," I stuttered again, shock still overwhelming me.
"Yes, I know. Thanks for the spiffy comment, though."
"You're my fucking idol..."
"Oh, really? So you've had someone try the Bullwinkle on you--"
"I don't think that's what she meant, Tre," Mike cut in.
"Shut up, Iksvanurglesnuff! No one asked you!" Tre scolded, "Wait a second...you're that girl who played the drums for Knowledge at out concert in Dayton a couple nights ago."
"Tre, dude, you're right," Billie muttered.
"No shit. I'm always right," Tre stated, "Erin...you're name's....Erin...right?"
"That's me!" I smiled.
"Alright...Erin, come hither and sit down," he gestured to the empty seat next to him, "Questions must be answered."
"Okay..." I trailed off as I practically hopped over to Tre and sat down.
"Now, how old are you?" he asked.
"26..."
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Hours passed as the long, boring plane ride continued to California. Mike and Billie were fast asleep, I was playing around with sharpies, and Tre was staring out the window.
"Roll roll roll a joint. Twist it at the ends!" he began to sing randomly, "Light it up and take a puff and pass it to your friends!"
"Nice one," I commented, taking off one of my Green Day Converse, "Could you do me a favor?"
Tre turned to face me, then looked down at the shoe firmly grasped in my hand, along with a sharpie.
"How obsessed with us are you?" he inquired.
"Very," I stated, "Ask any of my friends. But, anyway, could you please sign my Converse?"
"I dunno," Tre shrugged, "Could I?"
I sighed, "Will you sign my Converse?"
"Sure! Anything for an obsessed fan!" he snatched my shoe and black sharpie from my hand. "Let's see...To Erin: I'd write more, but there's not much room. Lots of slashy love, Tre."
"Thanks," I said, taking back the contents he had and slipped my shoe back on.
"No problem," Tre smiled.
I returned the grin before a woman's voice began speaking over the intercom, "Please, everyone gather your items. This flight should be landing in the next thirty minutes. Thank you!"
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Billie, Mike, Tre, and I exited the hectic airport. They waited for their ride, and I called for a taxi.
I got off my cell phone and leaned against the wall, pretty dazed. I was too out there to realize Tre came up to me.
"Hey, uh, it was nice...meeting you," he said.
"Vise versa," I chuckled.
"Well, um...since you live in Oakland now, um...here's my number," Tre handed me a small slip of paper," Like, if you wanna get together sometime...just call."
"Don't worry, I will," I stated.
A black limo drove up to where Billie and Mike were standing.
"Well, there's out ride. I guess I'll talk to you later?" he scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Bye," Tre waved before before stepping into the limo and shutting the door.
When the long, black car was out of sight, I quickly pulled out my cell phone again and went straight to the Contacts List.
Elizabeth...Kara...Kelsie...Vicky...hazah! Here it is...
The slight rings went on for about ten seconds before someone picked up on the other end, "Hello?"
"Bri, you won't believe what just happened..."
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