Wasted Youth, chapter 2
I woke up at 10:47 am the next morning. After stumbling out of bed, and brushing my teeth, I reached down to pull my shirt off from the night before. I had been too tired to do so when we got back to the hotel. As I pulled the shirt up to my face, I smelt alcohol on my shirt.
"Oh my God was I drunk?" I asked myself aloud. I remember everything, from Green Day performing, to meeting Tom Delonge. I took my shower, dressed, fixed myself up to look almost half-way decent. I walked into the "kitchen" of the suite, to find Mal already up and dressed, since she had somehow summoned enough energy to take a shower last night.
"Did I drink last night?" I asked her.
"No, but Billie was. I could smell it on him. I was wondering if you noticed."
"So that explains the almost-kiss. Yeah that was so weird. And awkward and unexpected. And I don't feel well." I darted off to the bathroom, and vomited. After cleaning myself back up, I came back to the kitchen.
"Billie doesn't seem like a nice character to me. I don't know why. I studied him over and over, but I couldn't seem to find anything nice about him, aside from his looks," Mal told me in a matter-of-factly way.
"Well lets think why... hmm... he was DRUNK???" I shouted.
"Calm down! What the hell's wrong with you?" she snapped back defensively. I stood there for a moment, studying her.
"I don't know."
"Whatever."
We stood there for a moment in silence, until I broke it.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump on you like that."
" 'ts okay."
I looked at the glowing alarm clock. It read 11:17 am.
"Umm, we'd probably better get going," I said.
"Why?" Mal asked. "We don't have to be at Geffen until noon, and it's only a forty-five minute drive."
"Well, I want to pick something up from a music store," I replied.
"What?"
"A Green Day CD," I responded.
"Oooh. Which one?" she asked.
"I don't know, how many could there be?" I asked.
"Umm, there's at least three, I think."
"Okay, well then, if there's a song on there I think I know, then I'll get it. And if there's not one, then I'll get one anyway. I just want to know what their songs that they didn't perform are like," I said.
"Then can we go?" Mal asked impatiently. "Geez, what's wrong with her?" I thought to myself. I snagged the keys to the rental car off the counter, and headed for the door.
After finding and pulling into a music store (I can't remember the name, because the events have become so blurred in my mind), I left Mal in the car and went inside. I walked over to the "G" section and began searching.
"Goo Goo Dolls, Good Charlotte, Green Day! Eureka!" I snatched the first CD I saw and went to the register. I paid for the CD and walked out to the car.
"What'd ya get?" Mal asked. I sat down, put the key in the ignition, buckled up, started the car, and opened the bag.
"American Idiot."
"Ooohh."
"Yeah." I looked at the clock. It read 11:49 pm. We had just enough time to make it to Geffen before noon.
I drove for a while, but eventually my thoughts drifted from driving and the radio to Billie and his emerald eyes. So many thoughts ran through my head. I drove past Geffen, turned around, passed it again, turned around, and finally pulled in. A security guard stopped me. I rolled down my window.
"Can I help you?" he asked me.
"Umm, yes, Tom Delonge asked me to meet him at the studio today at noon." I looked at the clock. It was 12:03pm.
"Can I have your names?" he asked us.
"I'm Elizabeth Cameron, and she's Mallory Deen."
"Pull on in, Mr. Delonge gave me that information and told me to let you in." I drove around and pulled in, turned off the car, and just as I stepped out, I heard a loud yell.
"WELCOME TO GEFFEN!!" I whirled around to see Trè. Wearing a huge grin, he began jumping up and down. "There's something seriously wrong with him," I thought to myself. Trè started walking seductively toward the building. I, fearing for his sanity, followed him, as Mal stood looking at his butt. She eventually followed us in. We passed several closed doors with many names on removable labels attached to them. We finally came to one that read "Blink-182." Trè opened the door.
"Welcome to the palace of wonders," he said. Mal and I walked in, entranced by the equipment. I saw Travis playing a game on a computer, Tom and Mark arm-wrestling with Mike as a referee, but there was no sign of Billie.
"Hey Elizabeth!" Mike called out, but with out removing his eyes from the match. "Hey Mal!"
"Hi," we called back in unison. Travis, Tom, and Mark also called out a welcome. Mal went over to watch Travis and see if she could help him.
"Hello," came a voice from behind me. I turned around and was facing Billie. "Come outside, I need to talk to you." He opened the door, and I followed him into the hallway, and then out into the sunlight. He turned to face me, but the face I was expecting to see wasn't as friendly as I anticipated.
"Oh my God was I drunk?" I asked myself aloud. I remember everything, from Green Day performing, to meeting Tom Delonge. I took my shower, dressed, fixed myself up to look almost half-way decent. I walked into the "kitchen" of the suite, to find Mal already up and dressed, since she had somehow summoned enough energy to take a shower last night.
"Did I drink last night?" I asked her.
"No, but Billie was. I could smell it on him. I was wondering if you noticed."
"So that explains the almost-kiss. Yeah that was so weird. And awkward and unexpected. And I don't feel well." I darted off to the bathroom, and vomited. After cleaning myself back up, I came back to the kitchen.
"Billie doesn't seem like a nice character to me. I don't know why. I studied him over and over, but I couldn't seem to find anything nice about him, aside from his looks," Mal told me in a matter-of-factly way.
"Well lets think why... hmm... he was DRUNK???" I shouted.
"Calm down! What the hell's wrong with you?" she snapped back defensively. I stood there for a moment, studying her.
"I don't know."
"Whatever."
We stood there for a moment in silence, until I broke it.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump on you like that."
" 'ts okay."
I looked at the glowing alarm clock. It read 11:17 am.
"Umm, we'd probably better get going," I said.
"Why?" Mal asked. "We don't have to be at Geffen until noon, and it's only a forty-five minute drive."
"Well, I want to pick something up from a music store," I replied.
"What?"
"A Green Day CD," I responded.
"Oooh. Which one?" she asked.
"I don't know, how many could there be?" I asked.
"Umm, there's at least three, I think."
"Okay, well then, if there's a song on there I think I know, then I'll get it. And if there's not one, then I'll get one anyway. I just want to know what their songs that they didn't perform are like," I said.
"Then can we go?" Mal asked impatiently. "Geez, what's wrong with her?" I thought to myself. I snagged the keys to the rental car off the counter, and headed for the door.
After finding and pulling into a music store (I can't remember the name, because the events have become so blurred in my mind), I left Mal in the car and went inside. I walked over to the "G" section and began searching.
"Goo Goo Dolls, Good Charlotte, Green Day! Eureka!" I snatched the first CD I saw and went to the register. I paid for the CD and walked out to the car.
"What'd ya get?" Mal asked. I sat down, put the key in the ignition, buckled up, started the car, and opened the bag.
"American Idiot."
"Ooohh."
"Yeah." I looked at the clock. It read 11:49 pm. We had just enough time to make it to Geffen before noon.
I drove for a while, but eventually my thoughts drifted from driving and the radio to Billie and his emerald eyes. So many thoughts ran through my head. I drove past Geffen, turned around, passed it again, turned around, and finally pulled in. A security guard stopped me. I rolled down my window.
"Can I help you?" he asked me.
"Umm, yes, Tom Delonge asked me to meet him at the studio today at noon." I looked at the clock. It was 12:03pm.
"Can I have your names?" he asked us.
"I'm Elizabeth Cameron, and she's Mallory Deen."
"Pull on in, Mr. Delonge gave me that information and told me to let you in." I drove around and pulled in, turned off the car, and just as I stepped out, I heard a loud yell.
"WELCOME TO GEFFEN!!" I whirled around to see Trè. Wearing a huge grin, he began jumping up and down. "There's something seriously wrong with him," I thought to myself. Trè started walking seductively toward the building. I, fearing for his sanity, followed him, as Mal stood looking at his butt. She eventually followed us in. We passed several closed doors with many names on removable labels attached to them. We finally came to one that read "Blink-182." Trè opened the door.
"Welcome to the palace of wonders," he said. Mal and I walked in, entranced by the equipment. I saw Travis playing a game on a computer, Tom and Mark arm-wrestling with Mike as a referee, but there was no sign of Billie.
"Hey Elizabeth!" Mike called out, but with out removing his eyes from the match. "Hey Mal!"
"Hi," we called back in unison. Travis, Tom, and Mark also called out a welcome. Mal went over to watch Travis and see if she could help him.
"Hello," came a voice from behind me. I turned around and was facing Billie. "Come outside, I need to talk to you." He opened the door, and I followed him into the hallway, and then out into the sunlight. He turned to face me, but the face I was expecting to see wasn't as friendly as I anticipated.
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