Sorry About That..., chapter 1

Note: I'll switch points of view...so yeah. Don't get confused or somthing.

- Abby -

"We met a while ago" I say.

"It's not really a big deal...but people are freaking out over us. And no, I'm not going to tell you the story" I quickly add.

The reporter sighs and looks at me, turning off the tape she is using as notes. She glares at me and pokes my chest.

"YOU don't understand. This isn't about you not wanting to say things. This is about you and Billie Joe. YOu rote a song about him and he's started hanging out with you more. So your going to fucking tell the story. Okay?" she hits record on the tape again.

I sigh and she asks again.

"So what's going on between you and Billie Joe?"

I roll my eyes and she glares at me. It's getting to the point where I think she'll shank me. So I start my story.

-No One-

Abby jumped off stage and laughed as her band mate Travis slipped and fell offf stage. A couple of girls ran up and helped him up. She jumps over to the bar where Sam is already seated. He drums his hands on the table and smiles at her.

"So, nice show eh?"

She smiles at him.

"Yeah. But you fucked it up"

He fakes being hurt and puts a hand to his forehead, exagerating a swoon. She giggles and Travis joins them. He slaps Sam on the back and smiles.

"Nice job on drums screw up"

Sam punches his arm and gets up.

"I'll just be in the bathroom crying!"

He sits down again and orders beers for everyone.

"Nice show you guys" says a voice behind them.

They turn.

"Holy fuck..."