A Berkeley Story, chapter 27
Your friends turned to look at you as you silently walked through the room, and made your way to your room. You quietly closed the door, and slowly walked over to the windows, closed the blinds, and then fell face down into your pillow.
"It was a mistake to think that I could let anyone that close... again," you said to yourself. You then sat up, and reached out for your guitar. Sitting there in the dim light, you played a couple chords, and sang out the lyrics that came to mind: "So draw me inside your noteboook baby. And crumble up the page. The written letters burnt with the blood. They call it as I say..."
"Should I trust him... I mean I'm pissed as hell.. but I love him so much... don't I? I should believe him... but... I don't know... You know what? No fuck this I don't need him."
And, with that you shot up, thew on some different clothes, straightened your hair, and put some heavy eyeliner on. You roughly opened the door, so that it flung against the wall.
"Hey Stella, come with me," you said, not even caring that Joey was still there, and was now sitting on the couch.
She followed you as you quickly went down the stairs, outside, and towards the nearest bus stop.
"Dre, where are we goin?" She asked, slightly alarmed.
"... ever wanted to go to Gilman?"
"Uhhh.. yea... but it's not safe for me there... or really, even yo-"
"But you want to go don't you?"
"Yeah duh but we're gonna end up getting hu-"
"Well that's a chance I'm willing to take. If Joey can go fucking kiss another girl right in front of me, I don't need to take his fucking advice for anything."
"Okaayy..."
At that time, the bus showed up. You got on and rode in silence until you were near the Gilman. You got off, got in line, and paid the $5 to get in.
Once you were inside, you and Stella were both pretty amazed at the sight. It was the coolest thing you'd ever seen.
"Can't believe I was gonna let that jackass keep me away from here!" you screamed. There was a band already playing.
You were there for about an hour until you felt a hand on your shoulder followed by..
"My oh my, look what we have here... a couple Green Day chicks, do we?"
Oh Fuck.
"It was a mistake to think that I could let anyone that close... again," you said to yourself. You then sat up, and reached out for your guitar. Sitting there in the dim light, you played a couple chords, and sang out the lyrics that came to mind: "So draw me inside your noteboook baby. And crumble up the page. The written letters burnt with the blood. They call it as I say..."
"Should I trust him... I mean I'm pissed as hell.. but I love him so much... don't I? I should believe him... but... I don't know... You know what? No fuck this I don't need him."
And, with that you shot up, thew on some different clothes, straightened your hair, and put some heavy eyeliner on. You roughly opened the door, so that it flung against the wall.
"Hey Stella, come with me," you said, not even caring that Joey was still there, and was now sitting on the couch.
She followed you as you quickly went down the stairs, outside, and towards the nearest bus stop.
"Dre, where are we goin?" She asked, slightly alarmed.
"... ever wanted to go to Gilman?"
"Uhhh.. yea... but it's not safe for me there... or really, even yo-"
"But you want to go don't you?"
"Yeah duh but we're gonna end up getting hu-"
"Well that's a chance I'm willing to take. If Joey can go fucking kiss another girl right in front of me, I don't need to take his fucking advice for anything."
"Okaayy..."
At that time, the bus showed up. You got on and rode in silence until you were near the Gilman. You got off, got in line, and paid the $5 to get in.
Once you were inside, you and Stella were both pretty amazed at the sight. It was the coolest thing you'd ever seen.
"Can't believe I was gonna let that jackass keep me away from here!" you screamed. There was a band already playing.
You were there for about an hour until you felt a hand on your shoulder followed by..
"My oh my, look what we have here... a couple Green Day chicks, do we?"
Oh Fuck.
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