A Christmas I thought I'd want to forget, but not this one, they made this one the best, chapter 2
As I was sitting in my dad's beat-up chair, I heard a bunch of noise, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I got up and opened the door to see three guys out in the hall banging walls and yelling. One that looked kinda stupid had really cool hair! It was light brown-ish and gelled up towards the center of his head. He was acting really stupid, but it was amusing!
"Hey, it echos in here! Echo, echo, -cho -cho -o -o -o..." I heard the stupid one say.
"Very nice, Tre. Now find our apartment number," said one that was very tall, skinny, and muscular.
"Yeah, where is our apartment?" said the other one, who had black spiked hair that caught my eye immediately.
"Hey, do you know where room 376B is?" he looked at me and surprised me.
"Uhh-mm... uhh," I began to stutter. "What's the number?"
"376B."
I looked down the hall. Then I looked straight forward.
"There." I pointed right in front of me. "You're across from me."
"Sweet! Hi, neighbor!" The stupid one grabbed my hand and started to shake it so hard I thought he was trying to break my wrist or something. "I'm Tre!"
"I'm uhh... about to slap you if you don't stop shaking my hand."
I can't believe I just said that! They're gonna hate me now!
They all started to laugh.
"Yes! We have a neighbor with humor! Not like our other neighbors in the past, who hated us 'cause we turned our music up too high in the wee hours of the morning," said the tall, skinny one.
"Oh, wonderful," I said under my breath. None of them heard.
"I'm Mike, that's Billie Joe or..." Billie Joe cut him off.
"Or you can call me BJ or Billie or..."
"Yeah, I get it." I smiled.
"That's Tre, as you already know."
"Heh, yeah."
There was awkward silence for a moment, then Billie began to speak again.
"Umm... do you wanna crash with us tonight? Ya know, since it is Christmas Eve... and-uh you kinda look like you're spending it alone."
I paused. He had kinda ruined my plan. Because, well, I planned on committing suicide that night.
"I'd love to but... I'm uhh... busy... yeah, busy."
"Well, nice meeting ya!" said the stupid one, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in for a very tight hug. I thought my eyes were popping out of my head.
"Eegh... Tre... can't... air!"
"Tre! You're crushing her!" said Billie. Tre let me go.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it." Then he unlocked their apartment door and went in.
"Bye uhh... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," said Mike.
"Sydney."
"Bye, Sydney."
Then Mike went in. There Billie and I stood.
"Ya know, we'd really like it if you spent your Christmas Eve with us."
I could feel my eyes swelling with tears. I didn't want to ever think about Christmas, ever!
"I'm sorry, but I just can't!"
I ran down the hall and into the stairwell and down the stairs. I was outside, it was cold and snowing. New York City wasn't the best place to live either. I started running - faster, faster. I came to a bridge that almost no cars went over. It was in a part of the city that hardly anyone knew about.
There I stood, in the icy weather. I climbed on the railing of the bridge and stood there, studying the cold waters that were right under my feet. I put one foot out, then let my body and gravity do its part...
Then all of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me back. I flew back and the person caught her. I zipped around to see Billie.
"What are you doing?!"
"Please! Why didn't you just let me die?!" I began to plead. "Why didn't you just let me die - I don't wanna live anymore! Why did you come here?!"
Tears streaming down my face, I had no strength to even stand up. Billie was having trouble trying to get my legs stable. Finally he picked me up and started to carry me.
"Why, you bastard!? Put me down!" She couldn't bare to live her life anymore.
"Why!? Why you ask!?" Billie said in a loud and hurt-inflicted voice. "Because for the five minutes I've known you, I don't want to see you dead - that's the last thing I want to happen to you."
"Billie..." I said, sniffling. "You don't know me though..."
"Yeah, but... you look like too much fun to let go..."
My eyes were red and my nose too. My face was stained with tears. I smiled, then rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me back to my apartment.
"Hey, it echos in here! Echo, echo, -cho -cho -o -o -o..." I heard the stupid one say.
"Very nice, Tre. Now find our apartment number," said one that was very tall, skinny, and muscular.
"Yeah, where is our apartment?" said the other one, who had black spiked hair that caught my eye immediately.
"Hey, do you know where room 376B is?" he looked at me and surprised me.
"Uhh-mm... uhh," I began to stutter. "What's the number?"
"376B."
I looked down the hall. Then I looked straight forward.
"There." I pointed right in front of me. "You're across from me."
"Sweet! Hi, neighbor!" The stupid one grabbed my hand and started to shake it so hard I thought he was trying to break my wrist or something. "I'm Tre!"
"I'm uhh... about to slap you if you don't stop shaking my hand."
I can't believe I just said that! They're gonna hate me now!
They all started to laugh.
"Yes! We have a neighbor with humor! Not like our other neighbors in the past, who hated us 'cause we turned our music up too high in the wee hours of the morning," said the tall, skinny one.
"Oh, wonderful," I said under my breath. None of them heard.
"I'm Mike, that's Billie Joe or..." Billie Joe cut him off.
"Or you can call me BJ or Billie or..."
"Yeah, I get it." I smiled.
"That's Tre, as you already know."
"Heh, yeah."
There was awkward silence for a moment, then Billie began to speak again.
"Umm... do you wanna crash with us tonight? Ya know, since it is Christmas Eve... and-uh you kinda look like you're spending it alone."
I paused. He had kinda ruined my plan. Because, well, I planned on committing suicide that night.
"I'd love to but... I'm uhh... busy... yeah, busy."
"Well, nice meeting ya!" said the stupid one, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in for a very tight hug. I thought my eyes were popping out of my head.
"Eegh... Tre... can't... air!"
"Tre! You're crushing her!" said Billie. Tre let me go.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it." Then he unlocked their apartment door and went in.
"Bye uhh... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," said Mike.
"Sydney."
"Bye, Sydney."
Then Mike went in. There Billie and I stood.
"Ya know, we'd really like it if you spent your Christmas Eve with us."
I could feel my eyes swelling with tears. I didn't want to ever think about Christmas, ever!
"I'm sorry, but I just can't!"
I ran down the hall and into the stairwell and down the stairs. I was outside, it was cold and snowing. New York City wasn't the best place to live either. I started running - faster, faster. I came to a bridge that almost no cars went over. It was in a part of the city that hardly anyone knew about.
There I stood, in the icy weather. I climbed on the railing of the bridge and stood there, studying the cold waters that were right under my feet. I put one foot out, then let my body and gravity do its part...
Then all of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me back. I flew back and the person caught her. I zipped around to see Billie.
"What are you doing?!"
"Please! Why didn't you just let me die?!" I began to plead. "Why didn't you just let me die - I don't wanna live anymore! Why did you come here?!"
Tears streaming down my face, I had no strength to even stand up. Billie was having trouble trying to get my legs stable. Finally he picked me up and started to carry me.
"Why, you bastard!? Put me down!" She couldn't bare to live her life anymore.
"Why!? Why you ask!?" Billie said in a loud and hurt-inflicted voice. "Because for the five minutes I've known you, I don't want to see you dead - that's the last thing I want to happen to you."
"Billie..." I said, sniffling. "You don't know me though..."
"Yeah, but... you look like too much fun to let go..."
My eyes were red and my nose too. My face was stained with tears. I smiled, then rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me back to my apartment.
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