Worry Rock, chapter 2
Well, we found Mike in this extremely sleazy bar. He had a bottle of whisky in his hand and he was grinning like madman, his hair and clothes all ruffled. He could only just concentrate on keeping himself on his bar stool. And we found him with Jade. The most annoying, richest blonde in the school - no, in the universe!
She had the most irritating, driveling voice ever and she couldn't go a sentence without saying 'like' atleast once. She was smirking down at Mike as she hitched up her jeans.
"Aw, you guys, like, came to find your little friend?" She mocked.
"Yes," Tre said simply. Then him, Billie, and I went over to Mike and got a hold of him.
When we tried to drag him out of the bar, he was annoyingly disobedient.
"Oh, let him, like, stay," said Jade. "He's having, like, fun."
"No he's, like, not. He's coming, like, home," Tre imitated Jade's voice as he grabbed a hold of Mike yet again.
"C'mon, Mikey boy. Let's get you home," I said, giving him a nudge.
"Why?!" Mike shouted in the voice of a five year old.
"Because you need to lie down now," I said firmly. Then, just to be awkward, Mike fell to the floor and lay down.
"I lie down here, Megan," he pouted.
"Mike, my name's Jazmine," I told him.
"Megan," Mike repeated.
"Oh, whatever. C'mon, let's just get you out of here, you jackass," I said, grabbing hold of his legs. Billie took his arms and we carried him all the way out of the Hayseed Mall and to his house.
Tre knocked on Mike's front door for us and his mom answered. She looked nice and smiley in her apron and baking gloves, but her warm smile soon dropped when she saw her son.
"Oh my God! What on earth have you been doing? Is my Michael...drunk?" She asked. We didn't know what to say.
We stood rooted to the spot, Mike now lying on the floor, grinning stupidly and then hiccupping.
"I knew something like this would happen! I knew it!" His mom said furiously, dragging Mike in. "You're all bad influences on my Michael! Stuck up brats, the lot of you!" And with that, she slammed the door in our innocent little faces.
"Sooo...who wants sodas?" Said Billie after a long silence.
"Sure, let's go," I said, shrugging, and we went back to the mall.
When we got to the mall, Tre decided he wanted to go to look at the teddies.
"Fine," I sighed. "You go see the freakin' teddy bears. C'mon, Billie, we'll go somewhere else. Meet us outside Hot Topic in fifteen, right, Tre?" And with that, I grabbed Billie by the wrist and hauled him off to some random clothes store.
"This looks like shit," said Billie, gazing at the bomber jackets and tight jeans.
"No, it's cool," I lied, walking around and flitting the little miniskirts and baby pink halter-tops about. Billie stared at me.
"What?" I said indignantly. Billie just sighed and shook his head. "What?!" I asked again, louder this time.
"Look at you!" Said Billie. I peered down at my worn black Rolling Stones t-shirt and dark blue jeans and black Converse.
"You seriously like this stuff?" Asked Billie, gesturing to the horrible store's clothes, hanging on the railings. I looked at him, opened my mouth to lie 'Yes' then I closed my mouth, shook my head and replied, "No."
We walked out, whilst the pretty blonde girl at the counter sniggered at me.
After ten minutes, we went and waited outside Hot Topic. Tre finally came running up after forty-five minutes with a huge grin spread all over his face.
"Guys! Guys! Guess what?!" He cried. I wrinkled my nose and shrugged.
"You...made out with a giant teddy?" I guessed.
"Well, yeah, that and somethin' else," said Tre.
"I...give up," I said. Tre did his girly giggle.
"I landed a date with Tabby!" He shrieked.
"Who?" Billie and me said simultaneously. Tre looked at us as if we were idiots. (Well, maybe Billie was).
"Tabby! Ya know? Tabby!" He said. Billie and me looked at each other helplessly. Tre sighed.
"The hot chick that works in HMV! She rocks!" He said.
"The one with all of that dark hair?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's her!" Tre said excitedly.
"Hmph! She said I was fat!" I said sulkily.
"She did?" Asked Tre.
"Well...no, but...She pointed out that the top button of my jeans was undone. That means that she was implying that I was fat because my jeans wouldn't fasten properly!" I told them.
"Your jeans wouldn't fasten properly because they were too small for you," said Tre. "Anyway, listen," he continued. "I just walked in there to buy some new CDs and when I was payin' for them, she made this joke. I forget what, anyway, that got us talkin', and then I asked her out, and she was all like, 'Really? Um . . . Yeah! That'd be awesome!" Tre sighed happily.
"You know when I date a girl cause they're pretty hot?" He went on, "This is different. Tabby's hot and interesting. She listens to me, laughs at my crappy jokes, shows me new CDs, and cares about my opinions. She's so great! This is it, guys. I know it is. True love."
She had the most irritating, driveling voice ever and she couldn't go a sentence without saying 'like' atleast once. She was smirking down at Mike as she hitched up her jeans.
"Aw, you guys, like, came to find your little friend?" She mocked.
"Yes," Tre said simply. Then him, Billie, and I went over to Mike and got a hold of him.
When we tried to drag him out of the bar, he was annoyingly disobedient.
"Oh, let him, like, stay," said Jade. "He's having, like, fun."
"No he's, like, not. He's coming, like, home," Tre imitated Jade's voice as he grabbed a hold of Mike yet again.
"C'mon, Mikey boy. Let's get you home," I said, giving him a nudge.
"Why?!" Mike shouted in the voice of a five year old.
"Because you need to lie down now," I said firmly. Then, just to be awkward, Mike fell to the floor and lay down.
"I lie down here, Megan," he pouted.
"Mike, my name's Jazmine," I told him.
"Megan," Mike repeated.
"Oh, whatever. C'mon, let's just get you out of here, you jackass," I said, grabbing hold of his legs. Billie took his arms and we carried him all the way out of the Hayseed Mall and to his house.
Tre knocked on Mike's front door for us and his mom answered. She looked nice and smiley in her apron and baking gloves, but her warm smile soon dropped when she saw her son.
"Oh my God! What on earth have you been doing? Is my Michael...drunk?" She asked. We didn't know what to say.
We stood rooted to the spot, Mike now lying on the floor, grinning stupidly and then hiccupping.
"I knew something like this would happen! I knew it!" His mom said furiously, dragging Mike in. "You're all bad influences on my Michael! Stuck up brats, the lot of you!" And with that, she slammed the door in our innocent little faces.
"Sooo...who wants sodas?" Said Billie after a long silence.
"Sure, let's go," I said, shrugging, and we went back to the mall.
When we got to the mall, Tre decided he wanted to go to look at the teddies.
"Fine," I sighed. "You go see the freakin' teddy bears. C'mon, Billie, we'll go somewhere else. Meet us outside Hot Topic in fifteen, right, Tre?" And with that, I grabbed Billie by the wrist and hauled him off to some random clothes store.
"This looks like shit," said Billie, gazing at the bomber jackets and tight jeans.
"No, it's cool," I lied, walking around and flitting the little miniskirts and baby pink halter-tops about. Billie stared at me.
"What?" I said indignantly. Billie just sighed and shook his head. "What?!" I asked again, louder this time.
"Look at you!" Said Billie. I peered down at my worn black Rolling Stones t-shirt and dark blue jeans and black Converse.
"You seriously like this stuff?" Asked Billie, gesturing to the horrible store's clothes, hanging on the railings. I looked at him, opened my mouth to lie 'Yes' then I closed my mouth, shook my head and replied, "No."
We walked out, whilst the pretty blonde girl at the counter sniggered at me.
After ten minutes, we went and waited outside Hot Topic. Tre finally came running up after forty-five minutes with a huge grin spread all over his face.
"Guys! Guys! Guess what?!" He cried. I wrinkled my nose and shrugged.
"You...made out with a giant teddy?" I guessed.
"Well, yeah, that and somethin' else," said Tre.
"I...give up," I said. Tre did his girly giggle.
"I landed a date with Tabby!" He shrieked.
"Who?" Billie and me said simultaneously. Tre looked at us as if we were idiots. (Well, maybe Billie was).
"Tabby! Ya know? Tabby!" He said. Billie and me looked at each other helplessly. Tre sighed.
"The hot chick that works in HMV! She rocks!" He said.
"The one with all of that dark hair?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's her!" Tre said excitedly.
"Hmph! She said I was fat!" I said sulkily.
"She did?" Asked Tre.
"Well...no, but...She pointed out that the top button of my jeans was undone. That means that she was implying that I was fat because my jeans wouldn't fasten properly!" I told them.
"Your jeans wouldn't fasten properly because they were too small for you," said Tre. "Anyway, listen," he continued. "I just walked in there to buy some new CDs and when I was payin' for them, she made this joke. I forget what, anyway, that got us talkin', and then I asked her out, and she was all like, 'Really? Um . . . Yeah! That'd be awesome!" Tre sighed happily.
"You know when I date a girl cause they're pretty hot?" He went on, "This is different. Tabby's hot and interesting. She listens to me, laughs at my crappy jokes, shows me new CDs, and cares about my opinions. She's so great! This is it, guys. I know it is. True love."
