Hell's Angel, chapter 2
I was at some fancy-schmancy restaurant lying contentedly in my bar stool, drinking a martini that some dude sent to me across the bar. I looked at him, and nearly choked on my olive that I was just swallowed. Michael Ryan Pritchard, with Green Day & Co. were staring at me.
Everyone in their family was there, sisters, brothers, cousins and offspring. And they were all staring at me. Mike was the single one in the family and he was staring at me.
Did I mention that they were all staring at me?
I looked back at the bartender, who was pretty cute. He must have been 25.
"Sex on the Beach, please," I said.
He made it and gave it to me.
"Do you know who's staring at you?" he asked when he gave it.
"I think that's a little too obvious," I replied.
"I think that bass dude has a crush on you. He's staring at you non-stop," he said.
I gave a closer look at the bartender. He looked way too familiar to be in a bar, and come to think of it, he looked like someone who played guitar.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Jason-I mean umm... Brandon! Yeah, Brandon's my name," he said, mentally smacking himself.
"Suuurrre," I said sarcastically. I looked back at Mike and everyone.
"Can you please stop looking at me?" I asked, getting a little annoyed and pissed off. I downed my drink and set off to my car.
"Wait!" someone called.
I looked over my shoulder. Mike was running pretty fast towards me. "Yeah?" I asked.
"Can you sit with us? I mean, um, well you don't have to but, um, your really pretty and um, I like you, um," He rambled.
"Can you shut up?" I said.
He was quiet.
"Of course I'll sit with you. A cute man who sends a girl a martini always deserves to have something back," I said.
His face lit up and I walked back into the restaurant. When we walked in, I saw a flash of light coming from the bushes. I frowned, but when we got in everyone was talking and so when I sat down at the table all heads turned to me. I was getting quite nervous with all the stares.
"Umm... hi?" I said meekly.
"Who are you?" a voice called out.
I looked over and saw Joey Armstrong.
"Uh... my names Adriana Nicole Salazar, umm... I model part-time, umm... I can play the drums?" I said.
In the far corner, I saw Tre and Frankito giving each other high fives. Mike sensed that I was getting nervous so he took over for me.
"I asked her to have dinner with us," he said and smiled.
Everyone nodded and went back to eating. Mike and I were talking for about 15 minutes, when I saw another flash of light. I looked in the window and saw a man grin cheesily at me, and then take a picture.
"Mike? Umm... I think the paparazzi are here," I said.
He looked up in the window and swore. "Billie, Tre, look who joined us," he said and gestured at the window.
They looked up and both swore.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Not in front of Joey and Jakob!" Adrienne said.
"Mom, I hear you use those words when you're in the bedroom with Dad," Jakob said.
She blushed and did not say another word.
"Shit, shit, shit, JASON!" Billie hollered. Jason the bartender hurried over.
"I knew it!" I screamed.
He smiled meekly.
"Jason, get the back door open, and bring our cars in the back," Billie Joe said and tossed him the keys.
"Sure, no problemo," Jason replied and went in the back.
Everyone started getting up, finding their stuff and leaving in twos and threes to the back.
"Adriana?" someone called. I turned around. Mike was standing there.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
"My car's in the front, I wish I could come though," I said earnestly.
"Well, here's Billie's address and my number. Please come," he asked.
I smiled. "I'll try my best," I replied. He smiled, then took a step forward and placed a kiss on my cheek.
"Don't forget to come," he said and went into the back.
I just stood there with my mouth open, feeling so confused.
I stood there for 15 minutes, before realizing I was still there. By then, all the paparazzi had left, and I could get to my car. I punched in Billie Joe's address.
"All right, Mr. Mike Dirnt, we'll see where this goes," I muttered and drove to the party.
Everyone in their family was there, sisters, brothers, cousins and offspring. And they were all staring at me. Mike was the single one in the family and he was staring at me.
Did I mention that they were all staring at me?
I looked back at the bartender, who was pretty cute. He must have been 25.
"Sex on the Beach, please," I said.
He made it and gave it to me.
"Do you know who's staring at you?" he asked when he gave it.
"I think that's a little too obvious," I replied.
"I think that bass dude has a crush on you. He's staring at you non-stop," he said.
I gave a closer look at the bartender. He looked way too familiar to be in a bar, and come to think of it, he looked like someone who played guitar.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Jason-I mean umm... Brandon! Yeah, Brandon's my name," he said, mentally smacking himself.
"Suuurrre," I said sarcastically. I looked back at Mike and everyone.
"Can you please stop looking at me?" I asked, getting a little annoyed and pissed off. I downed my drink and set off to my car.
"Wait!" someone called.
I looked over my shoulder. Mike was running pretty fast towards me. "Yeah?" I asked.
"Can you sit with us? I mean, um, well you don't have to but, um, your really pretty and um, I like you, um," He rambled.
"Can you shut up?" I said.
He was quiet.
"Of course I'll sit with you. A cute man who sends a girl a martini always deserves to have something back," I said.
His face lit up and I walked back into the restaurant. When we walked in, I saw a flash of light coming from the bushes. I frowned, but when we got in everyone was talking and so when I sat down at the table all heads turned to me. I was getting quite nervous with all the stares.
"Umm... hi?" I said meekly.
"Who are you?" a voice called out.
I looked over and saw Joey Armstrong.
"Uh... my names Adriana Nicole Salazar, umm... I model part-time, umm... I can play the drums?" I said.
In the far corner, I saw Tre and Frankito giving each other high fives. Mike sensed that I was getting nervous so he took over for me.
"I asked her to have dinner with us," he said and smiled.
Everyone nodded and went back to eating. Mike and I were talking for about 15 minutes, when I saw another flash of light. I looked in the window and saw a man grin cheesily at me, and then take a picture.
"Mike? Umm... I think the paparazzi are here," I said.
He looked up in the window and swore. "Billie, Tre, look who joined us," he said and gestured at the window.
They looked up and both swore.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Not in front of Joey and Jakob!" Adrienne said.
"Mom, I hear you use those words when you're in the bedroom with Dad," Jakob said.
She blushed and did not say another word.
"Shit, shit, shit, JASON!" Billie hollered. Jason the bartender hurried over.
"I knew it!" I screamed.
He smiled meekly.
"Jason, get the back door open, and bring our cars in the back," Billie Joe said and tossed him the keys.
"Sure, no problemo," Jason replied and went in the back.
Everyone started getting up, finding their stuff and leaving in twos and threes to the back.
"Adriana?" someone called. I turned around. Mike was standing there.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
"My car's in the front, I wish I could come though," I said earnestly.
"Well, here's Billie's address and my number. Please come," he asked.
I smiled. "I'll try my best," I replied. He smiled, then took a step forward and placed a kiss on my cheek.
"Don't forget to come," he said and went into the back.
I just stood there with my mouth open, feeling so confused.
I stood there for 15 minutes, before realizing I was still there. By then, all the paparazzi had left, and I could get to my car. I punched in Billie Joe's address.
"All right, Mr. Mike Dirnt, we'll see where this goes," I muttered and drove to the party.
