Abandoned At A Green Day Concert, chapter 6
**The next morning**
"Awwwww! Look what we have here! Hey, Billie, come 'ere!!" I heard Tre screaming. It definitely wasn't something I had desired to wake up to. I tried to go back to sleep, burying my head in Mike's shoulder, but Tre was too loud.
Billie Joe came running in and started screaming, too. "Awww, wook at the cwute wittle wuvbirds, asweep in each other's awms! Awwww!!" He began bouncing up and down on the end of the bed, sending Mike and I flying a few feet into the air.
Mike and I both groaned and looked up when Billie stopped bouncing. "What time is it?" I asked.
"I'm hungry," Mike grumbled.
Billie grinned evilly and stared down at us. "If ya want to know the time, you should get up and look at the clock, you lazy bum," he said to me. "And if you wanted breakfast in bed you should've slept in the kitchen!" he said defiantly to Mike. He turned around and mooned us, and then jumped off the bed.
"Oh, look," I said to Mike, "It's the moon! I guess that means it's time to go to bed again!" Tre and Mike snickered, and I snuggled back up next to Mike and proceeded to try falling asleep again.
Mike looked at the clock next to him, and he said, "No, we have to get up. It's already 11:30, and we still have to get showers. Plus, I'd like to take you somewhere today. We have to stay here and set up almost all day tomorrow, so we won't be able to be out much." I groaned and sat up. Billie and Tre walked out of the room without any questions for us about last night.
"You take your shower first, and then once we're both ready I'll take you to get some new clothes," Mike said. He threw me a clean shirt, which surprisingly looked like it would fit me. "It's one of Billie's, I guess he left it here for you. All of mine or Tre's would've been too big in one way or the other."
I took the clean shirt and my pants from the day before and went into the bathroom. I was going to have to wear my pants and underclothes from the day before, but I guess that would be fine. I didn't stink or anything. I wasn't one to usually get too sweaty at concerts.
When I got out of the shower, I realized something... My hair was going to be wavy when it dried, and I didn't have my straightener. If I don't straighten my hair, it looks awful. I couldn't have Mike see my hair like that, so once I was dressed I went and asked Tre if anyone there had one. Tre grinned with delight, and said, "Yes, actually I have one! My hair's the same way if I don't straighten it before I put it in a faux-hawk." He went and got the straightener and gave it to me. I went in Mike's room and dried my hair (Tre had also lent me his dryer), and then straightened it.
I was getting ready to put my eyeliner on, when Billie walked in. "Ooh! Ooh! Can I do your makeup?!" he asked excitedly.
"Sure..." I said, handing him the eyeliner.
"No...let me get mine," he said, running to get his. When he got back he explained that he didn't know how mine would hold up with how thick he does his, and he didn't want it running down my face if I started to sweat a little. He put it on me, making it look just like his.
Mike walked in while Billie was just getting done, and he laughed, "Dude, now she looks just like YOU!"
"You should be glad!" Billie giggled, "If she looks just like me, she's gotta be hot!" We all laughed, and Mike said he'd be ready to go in about ten minutes. I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush they gave me (it was new, dummy!) and put my shoes on.
Then Mike led me out to the car. "Hope no one is planning on going anywhere today," he said as he stuck the keys in the ignition. He hadn't told me where we were going, other than to get me some clothes. I didn't really care though, since I was with him. I knew he wouldn't take me to some old lady clothing store, so I just let him drive...
"Awwwww! Look what we have here! Hey, Billie, come 'ere!!" I heard Tre screaming. It definitely wasn't something I had desired to wake up to. I tried to go back to sleep, burying my head in Mike's shoulder, but Tre was too loud.
Billie Joe came running in and started screaming, too. "Awww, wook at the cwute wittle wuvbirds, asweep in each other's awms! Awwww!!" He began bouncing up and down on the end of the bed, sending Mike and I flying a few feet into the air.
Mike and I both groaned and looked up when Billie stopped bouncing. "What time is it?" I asked.
"I'm hungry," Mike grumbled.
Billie grinned evilly and stared down at us. "If ya want to know the time, you should get up and look at the clock, you lazy bum," he said to me. "And if you wanted breakfast in bed you should've slept in the kitchen!" he said defiantly to Mike. He turned around and mooned us, and then jumped off the bed.
"Oh, look," I said to Mike, "It's the moon! I guess that means it's time to go to bed again!" Tre and Mike snickered, and I snuggled back up next to Mike and proceeded to try falling asleep again.
Mike looked at the clock next to him, and he said, "No, we have to get up. It's already 11:30, and we still have to get showers. Plus, I'd like to take you somewhere today. We have to stay here and set up almost all day tomorrow, so we won't be able to be out much." I groaned and sat up. Billie and Tre walked out of the room without any questions for us about last night.
"You take your shower first, and then once we're both ready I'll take you to get some new clothes," Mike said. He threw me a clean shirt, which surprisingly looked like it would fit me. "It's one of Billie's, I guess he left it here for you. All of mine or Tre's would've been too big in one way or the other."
I took the clean shirt and my pants from the day before and went into the bathroom. I was going to have to wear my pants and underclothes from the day before, but I guess that would be fine. I didn't stink or anything. I wasn't one to usually get too sweaty at concerts.
When I got out of the shower, I realized something... My hair was going to be wavy when it dried, and I didn't have my straightener. If I don't straighten my hair, it looks awful. I couldn't have Mike see my hair like that, so once I was dressed I went and asked Tre if anyone there had one. Tre grinned with delight, and said, "Yes, actually I have one! My hair's the same way if I don't straighten it before I put it in a faux-hawk." He went and got the straightener and gave it to me. I went in Mike's room and dried my hair (Tre had also lent me his dryer), and then straightened it.
I was getting ready to put my eyeliner on, when Billie walked in. "Ooh! Ooh! Can I do your makeup?!" he asked excitedly.
"Sure..." I said, handing him the eyeliner.
"No...let me get mine," he said, running to get his. When he got back he explained that he didn't know how mine would hold up with how thick he does his, and he didn't want it running down my face if I started to sweat a little. He put it on me, making it look just like his.
Mike walked in while Billie was just getting done, and he laughed, "Dude, now she looks just like YOU!"
"You should be glad!" Billie giggled, "If she looks just like me, she's gotta be hot!" We all laughed, and Mike said he'd be ready to go in about ten minutes. I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush they gave me (it was new, dummy!) and put my shoes on.
Then Mike led me out to the car. "Hope no one is planning on going anywhere today," he said as he stuck the keys in the ignition. He hadn't told me where we were going, other than to get me some clothes. I didn't really care though, since I was with him. I knew he wouldn't take me to some old lady clothing store, so I just let him drive...
