Dreams come true, chapter 1
My life was so messed up. My parents were gone and I was alone, most of my friends left me, and now that I was addicted to marijuana, it wasn't going to get any easier. I entered my deserted house and closed the rotten door. I wouldn't be surprised it f the door fell off right about now. I walked on the creaky floor boards and took a joint from my pocket. I lit it up and took a long drag. God, why did I do this to myself? I knew it was killing my lungs, but yet, I still did it. I sat down on the floor with my legs spread. My ripped jeans were getting dirty from the floor. My tank top was in no better condition. The black fabric was wearing thin, and I didn't have much else. It was dirty and never been washed. Most of the time if I wasn't going out I'd just walk around in my bra, but most of the time I was out. I partied almost all night and did a lot of drinking. I also had a problem with drinking. A year ago I was perfectly fine but now I may as well be dead. Nobody cared about me anymore. The only ones, who cared where the guys, who I was out fucking with...and they only pretended to care. How I got money was my business and I wasn't about to share the experiences with anybody. I finished my joint and broke into hysterical laughter. I flopped down and stared at my hands. I never realized how interesting they really were. I traced the lines on one hand with my other. I dreamed of being big one day. I year ago I would be sitting around, listening to Green Day being blasted out and playing my guitar. Now I had no time for my guitar. I was too busy needing money. I still had all my Green Day CD's, but no player for them. My life was a living hell, and right now there was nothing I could do about it. I fell asleep soon after passing out. Little did I know that my wish of having a better life was about to come true.
"Sam, wake up." A voice said.
I groaned, thinking that it was some kind of affect from my joint.
"Sam, seriously baby girl, wake up." The voice said again.
I opened my eyes slowly to find I was in a house. It was the exact opposite of mine. I felt the cushy bed beneath me and almost freaked out. A large hand wrapped around me and rested on my stomach. I started to really freak out as hot breath collided with my neck and a warm chest hit my back. What the hell did I do last night? I blinked and pinched my arm beneath the covers. I bit my lip and turned around. I screamed, which caused the guy to scream.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he put his hands on the sides of my head and looked at me with concern.
"What did I do last night?" I asked.
"Nothing. You came home with me and we went to sleep. Don't you remember Billie's party for his kid?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
The guy gave me a suspicious look. I threw the covers off and ran out of the bedroom. I ran down the stairs and to the front door. As soon as I opened the door I was met by some guy.
"Hey Sam, how did you know I was here?" The guy asked.
I screamed some more and slammed the door shut. I ran back to the stairs but before I could go up I ran into the body of the guy I woke up with. I fell to the ground slightly dazed. The guy bent down and put his hand under my head to hold it up. I swear I saw birds flying around my head.
"Baby, are you okay, I'm sorry."
I mentally shook my head and looked around, trying not to panic. The guy at the door squatted down beside me after letting me in.
"Where am I?" I asked.
The guys exchanged weird looks.
"Wow, you must have really hit that floor hard." One of the guys said.
"Why the fuck am I with Green Day?" I asked as I stood up and moved away. "And what the fuck am I dressed in?"
"I'm you're fiancé, Frank, and this is Billie Joe." Frank said as he gave me an awkward look.
"Oh no, no, no, no, I don't have a fiancé, in fact I don't even have a boyfriend." I defended.
"Sam, did you take something you weren't supposed to?" Billie asked.
"Don't give me that look, I'm not insane." I said.
"You're acting insane." Frank said.
"No I'm not. I just refuse to accept the fact that my fiancé is Tre Cool from Green Day."
"I'm seriously confused here." Tre said.
"That makes two of us." I said.
"Nope, that makes three of us." Billie said.
"Stay out of this." I snapped.
Billie rolled his eyes.
"Looks like you're fiancé is PMSing again Tre." Billie said.
"No I'm not. I'm perfectly normal." I said.
"Than act normal." Tre said.
"This comes from the one who's a complete weirdo." I said.
"That hurt babe." Tre said.
"Stop calling me that."
"You love when I call you that."
"Call me by my name."
"Fine. Sam, you're extra bitchy today."
"Screw you."
Tre flipped me off and walked out the door, slamming it hard behind him. Billie sighed and followed his friend. I stood there, trapping my fingers on the counter. Sure I was a bitch but he deserved it...didn't he? Maybe I was wrong. Whatever, I had to find some things out. I rapped my knuckles on the counter. It was a habit of mine. I rapped once and sure enough I heard a clink. I did it again and another clink. I looked at my finger to see a silver band placed on my finger. Shit, he was right. He was my fiancé. How could my life take a complete turn in just 24 hours? Things were fucked up. I decided to confront the photo album lying out on the counter. I opened it up and looked inside. There was Tre and I at parties and after a show. What the fuck? We did know each other...or rather he knew me. I closed the book and looked down at my outfit. I had no idea what I was thinking when I wore this to bed. I had a black tank top that barely covered my breasts and small booty shorts. I ran upstairs and looked for some clothes. I found a T-shirt and some black pants. I went back downstairs and was bowled over by a dog. I fell to the ground with the Lab on my chest. Its tongue slobbered all over me. I pushed him off and looked at his tag.
"Spike." I read off the identification.
The dog barked and ran off into another part of the house. I went into the kitchen and on the calendar was a big red circle. I looked at the date and read the writing. Wedding day. My eyes bulged out of my head and I fainted.
"Sam, wake up." A voice said.
I groaned, thinking that it was some kind of affect from my joint.
"Sam, seriously baby girl, wake up." The voice said again.
I opened my eyes slowly to find I was in a house. It was the exact opposite of mine. I felt the cushy bed beneath me and almost freaked out. A large hand wrapped around me and rested on my stomach. I started to really freak out as hot breath collided with my neck and a warm chest hit my back. What the hell did I do last night? I blinked and pinched my arm beneath the covers. I bit my lip and turned around. I screamed, which caused the guy to scream.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he put his hands on the sides of my head and looked at me with concern.
"What did I do last night?" I asked.
"Nothing. You came home with me and we went to sleep. Don't you remember Billie's party for his kid?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
The guy gave me a suspicious look. I threw the covers off and ran out of the bedroom. I ran down the stairs and to the front door. As soon as I opened the door I was met by some guy.
"Hey Sam, how did you know I was here?" The guy asked.
I screamed some more and slammed the door shut. I ran back to the stairs but before I could go up I ran into the body of the guy I woke up with. I fell to the ground slightly dazed. The guy bent down and put his hand under my head to hold it up. I swear I saw birds flying around my head.
"Baby, are you okay, I'm sorry."
I mentally shook my head and looked around, trying not to panic. The guy at the door squatted down beside me after letting me in.
"Where am I?" I asked.
The guys exchanged weird looks.
"Wow, you must have really hit that floor hard." One of the guys said.
"Why the fuck am I with Green Day?" I asked as I stood up and moved away. "And what the fuck am I dressed in?"
"I'm you're fiancé, Frank, and this is Billie Joe." Frank said as he gave me an awkward look.
"Oh no, no, no, no, I don't have a fiancé, in fact I don't even have a boyfriend." I defended.
"Sam, did you take something you weren't supposed to?" Billie asked.
"Don't give me that look, I'm not insane." I said.
"You're acting insane." Frank said.
"No I'm not. I just refuse to accept the fact that my fiancé is Tre Cool from Green Day."
"I'm seriously confused here." Tre said.
"That makes two of us." I said.
"Nope, that makes three of us." Billie said.
"Stay out of this." I snapped.
Billie rolled his eyes.
"Looks like you're fiancé is PMSing again Tre." Billie said.
"No I'm not. I'm perfectly normal." I said.
"Than act normal." Tre said.
"This comes from the one who's a complete weirdo." I said.
"That hurt babe." Tre said.
"Stop calling me that."
"You love when I call you that."
"Call me by my name."
"Fine. Sam, you're extra bitchy today."
"Screw you."
Tre flipped me off and walked out the door, slamming it hard behind him. Billie sighed and followed his friend. I stood there, trapping my fingers on the counter. Sure I was a bitch but he deserved it...didn't he? Maybe I was wrong. Whatever, I had to find some things out. I rapped my knuckles on the counter. It was a habit of mine. I rapped once and sure enough I heard a clink. I did it again and another clink. I looked at my finger to see a silver band placed on my finger. Shit, he was right. He was my fiancé. How could my life take a complete turn in just 24 hours? Things were fucked up. I decided to confront the photo album lying out on the counter. I opened it up and looked inside. There was Tre and I at parties and after a show. What the fuck? We did know each other...or rather he knew me. I closed the book and looked down at my outfit. I had no idea what I was thinking when I wore this to bed. I had a black tank top that barely covered my breasts and small booty shorts. I ran upstairs and looked for some clothes. I found a T-shirt and some black pants. I went back downstairs and was bowled over by a dog. I fell to the ground with the Lab on my chest. Its tongue slobbered all over me. I pushed him off and looked at his tag.
"Spike." I read off the identification.
The dog barked and ran off into another part of the house. I went into the kitchen and on the calendar was a big red circle. I looked at the date and read the writing. Wedding day. My eyes bulged out of my head and I fainted.
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