Just One More Day, chapter 3
The bus was smaller than I expected, it had no beds, no kitchen and no bathroom. Mike was already settled in his seat next to Tre who was flicking through a magazine. I sat in the seat across from him, and waited until he put his magazine away.
'Tre?' I said
'Yeah?'
'Umm....the bus is a bit small isn't it?'
'It's only taking us to the airport,'He exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My eyes widened.
'The airport?!' I croaked nervously
'Oh Soph, I completely forgot you'd never flown before! Listen...you'll be fine, there absoutely nothing to worry about.' He smiled, pushing my brown hair away from my face. I nodded and lent back in my seat with my feet curled up underneath me, Billie Joe gave me a comforting hug as he sat next to me.
'Tre's right' He told me looking me in the eyes 'You'll have us anyway, we'll look out for you.'
The journey was a blur, I can't really remember much of it. The guys chatted amongst themsleves. I sat pretending to be engrossed in my magazine, but silently worrying. Tre was right, I had never been out of the country, let alone flown across the atlantic. Was I scared? Hell yes.
I slept most of the flight, trying to forget where I was. I let out a much needed sigh of relief as we landed and I felt a hand grab mine and squeeze it encouragingly.
'That wasn't too bad was it?' Asked Billie Joe
'Lets just say, I won't want to be doing it again for a while,' I replied as he realeased my hand and laughed softly. We stopped for the guys to sign autographs for random fans on our way to the hotel, which I didn't mind about, it actually seemed a bit strange. I'd never really realised the scale of Green Day's fame until about a month ago, I was totally oblivious till then. The guy's haven't change at all, their still the same people I met at one of my mother's dinner parties. We were 7, my mum has insisted that I came along with her, I sat all by myself on the bench at the end of the garden whilst my mother socalised with everyone. I remember Tre, Mike and Billie Joe coming to ask me to play with them and as they say, the rest is history, we've been inseparable every since.
The hotel was very nice, not what I'm use too, the look on my face as we entered the room was a tell tale sign of this. The guys were laughing at me.
'You like it Soph?' joked Mike, I nodded my head and took the drink he was offering me.
'I'm exhausted....'I yawned laying on the couch.
'It's almost midnight, we should probably get some shut eye, it's been a long day,' commented Billie Joe.
'I can't be bothered to move...'mumbled Tre from his postion on the couch
'Me neither....'I muttered.
'I'll get the covers off the bed and we can sleep on the couch again,' said Mike who was the only one left standing. I felt covers being put over my body, but I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes.
'Is she ok?'said Billie Joe's voice
'She was in a bad state when I found her, she seems to be coping well' whispered Tre.
'But then again, she's never been one to show her feelings' thats was Mike's voice, they obviously thought I was asleep
'I care about her you know, a alot, I hate seeing her getting hurt,' came Billie Joe voice again.
'I know you do, but we should get some sleep now, night.' Tre answered
'Yeah, night Tre, night Mike
'Tre?' I said
'Yeah?'
'Umm....the bus is a bit small isn't it?'
'It's only taking us to the airport,'He exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My eyes widened.
'The airport?!' I croaked nervously
'Oh Soph, I completely forgot you'd never flown before! Listen...you'll be fine, there absoutely nothing to worry about.' He smiled, pushing my brown hair away from my face. I nodded and lent back in my seat with my feet curled up underneath me, Billie Joe gave me a comforting hug as he sat next to me.
'Tre's right' He told me looking me in the eyes 'You'll have us anyway, we'll look out for you.'
The journey was a blur, I can't really remember much of it. The guys chatted amongst themsleves. I sat pretending to be engrossed in my magazine, but silently worrying. Tre was right, I had never been out of the country, let alone flown across the atlantic. Was I scared? Hell yes.
I slept most of the flight, trying to forget where I was. I let out a much needed sigh of relief as we landed and I felt a hand grab mine and squeeze it encouragingly.
'That wasn't too bad was it?' Asked Billie Joe
'Lets just say, I won't want to be doing it again for a while,' I replied as he realeased my hand and laughed softly. We stopped for the guys to sign autographs for random fans on our way to the hotel, which I didn't mind about, it actually seemed a bit strange. I'd never really realised the scale of Green Day's fame until about a month ago, I was totally oblivious till then. The guy's haven't change at all, their still the same people I met at one of my mother's dinner parties. We were 7, my mum has insisted that I came along with her, I sat all by myself on the bench at the end of the garden whilst my mother socalised with everyone. I remember Tre, Mike and Billie Joe coming to ask me to play with them and as they say, the rest is history, we've been inseparable every since.
The hotel was very nice, not what I'm use too, the look on my face as we entered the room was a tell tale sign of this. The guys were laughing at me.
'You like it Soph?' joked Mike, I nodded my head and took the drink he was offering me.
'I'm exhausted....'I yawned laying on the couch.
'It's almost midnight, we should probably get some shut eye, it's been a long day,' commented Billie Joe.
'I can't be bothered to move...'mumbled Tre from his postion on the couch
'Me neither....'I muttered.
'I'll get the covers off the bed and we can sleep on the couch again,' said Mike who was the only one left standing. I felt covers being put over my body, but I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes.
'Is she ok?'said Billie Joe's voice
'She was in a bad state when I found her, she seems to be coping well' whispered Tre.
'But then again, she's never been one to show her feelings' thats was Mike's voice, they obviously thought I was asleep
'I care about her you know, a alot, I hate seeing her getting hurt,' came Billie Joe voice again.
'I know you do, but we should get some sleep now, night.' Tre answered
'Yeah, night Tre, night Mike
