My life with Green Day, chapter 1
Hey.
You have just stumbled across my story. This is a true life story. It all happened when I moved in with punk rocker band, Green Day. They told me I could stay as long as I wanted, so I did. It's been 6 years, and I'm not moving out anytime soon.
"Sam, get off your ass and help out in the kitchen," Mike said to me. I'll bribe him with coffee again.
"If you do the washing up for me I'll make you coffee every morning for the next week," I was sure this would work, it did last time. I put on a cute face.
"Sam, it's not going to work this time. Anyway I can make my own coffee, I do own my own café you know," Mike said back.
"No, I didn't know, Mike," I said sarcastically, and went into the kitchen and started doing the washing up. Billie Joe was doing the drying, well waiting for me so he could start the drying. I turned the radio on and Haha you're Dead by Green Day was playing. I put it on full blast and started doing the washing up. Billie turned it down a bit and changed radio stations; Roll On by the Living End was on.
"Why did you change radio stations? Not that there's anything wrong with Roll On," I said.
"I hate listening to myself, anyway that was a really crap version of Haha you're Dead that was on that radio station. In the middle I start coughing. We didn't realize that bit until it was on the radio," He said, and continued to dry the plates. I got out a tea towel and whipped him with it.
"I'll get you for that!" He said, and took a handful of bubbly water and dumped it on my hair. Aw, man I just got my hair all done! He's done it now!!
"I'll get you for that one, Billie!" I picked up the container of leftover spaghetti and tipped it over his head. Wow, I just wasted a whole container of spaghetti on his head. I laughed and ran up the stairs into my room and locked the door so he couldn't get me back. He was knocking on my door shouting "Sam get out here now so I can pour ice cream onto your head!" HAH! He thinks I'll just come prancing out like a little fairy and go "Of course Billie, pour it on my head" How wrong he is. I went into the bathroom that was in my room. I undressed myself, and went into the shower. I heard the door bang open in my room. Billie came in.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG GET OUT OF MY ROOM THIS INSTANCE!" I shouted as I quickly put the towel over my body, "You didn't see anything did you!?!"
"Holy shit I am so sorry Sam! And erm, no, I didn't see anything... "
"OUT! GET OUT!" I slammed the door in his face. My wet, brown hair brushed in my face as I smiled at Billie's dumbnosity... Wait, is dumbnosity a word? Oh well. I stepped back into the shower and washed my hair. The dishwashing liquid stunk; I shouldn't have put so much into the water when I was drying up. I got out and put my pajamas on (Tweety Pie boxers and an old Guns 'n' Roses shirt) Very fashionable... Well not really, it looked horrible together, but who cares? I'm going to sleep in them, not a fashion expedition. I walked downstairs to find Mike and Tre' having a thumb war (boys!) and Billie sitting watching America's funniest videos, he had an excited look on his face...
"Um... Billie I need to ask you something, in the kitchen... now, please," I walked in the kitchen. Billie followed.
"What did you see when you walked in?" I asked, straight to the point. That's me.
"Erm... well... Ok, I saw... I saw your top half... but only a glance. I looked away as soon as I saw them. I didn't stare, that's more tre like. "He laughed...
"Ok but don't go around saying "Guess what guys, I saw Sam's boobs" Ok? Billie, OK?" I said in my sternest voice.
"Yes Sam, I will be a good girl and not disturb anybodies thoughts with your boobs," He said like a little kid, wait! He knocked me!
"BILLIE!" I got the ice cream he was going to throw at me and put it on his head. "Payback."
I walked out, very proud of myself...
"What happened?" Mike asked, as Tre held Mikes thumb down, and counted to 3.
"I WIN! I WIN! SAM! I WON!" He did a few stupid bows, occasionally saying "thank you thank you, I know I am a world champion, thank you! Oh no need to throw your underwear on stage, ma'am"
"Tre, TRE!" I snapped him out of his stupidity and said "Tre, its thumb war... there isn't a world championship for thumb wars, ok?" Mike laughed. Billie walked in with chocolate ice cream in his hair. I walked up to him, dipped my finger into a bit of the ice cream on his head and ate it.
"Mmm, tastes good, ever thought about an ice cream shop Billie?" I said, smirking.
"Haha, you are so funny, Sam" He said and play punched me. I flicked him behind the ear, then he started tickling me.
"Billie, stop! Billie!! Hahahaha Billie!! Please... " I bit his arm.
"OUCH! Bitch!" he laughed and rubbed his head on Mike, so Mike ended up having chocolate ice cream on his favourite Ramones shirt.
"Aw, dude! Billie! That's my fave ramones shirt!!" He went upstairs to change into his black singlet.
"Tre?" Tre was doing the chicken dance. Weird? I think so...
"Don't wanna be a chicken, don't wanna be a duck, QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!" Guys are idiots.
"Ok, tre what's with the chicken dance all of a sudden?" Billie asked. At least somebody understood my point of view.
"Haha, it's so the new fashion!" He ran upstairs and 5 minutes later came out with a duck suit on...
"I'm going to bed..." I whispered the next bit to Mike," Video tape Tre for me tomorrow... I'm not in the mood for the chicken dance right now" We laughed and I walked up into my room. I closed my door and landed on my bed and slowly... fell... asleep...
You have just stumbled across my story. This is a true life story. It all happened when I moved in with punk rocker band, Green Day. They told me I could stay as long as I wanted, so I did. It's been 6 years, and I'm not moving out anytime soon.
"Sam, get off your ass and help out in the kitchen," Mike said to me. I'll bribe him with coffee again.
"If you do the washing up for me I'll make you coffee every morning for the next week," I was sure this would work, it did last time. I put on a cute face.
"Sam, it's not going to work this time. Anyway I can make my own coffee, I do own my own café you know," Mike said back.
"No, I didn't know, Mike," I said sarcastically, and went into the kitchen and started doing the washing up. Billie Joe was doing the drying, well waiting for me so he could start the drying. I turned the radio on and Haha you're Dead by Green Day was playing. I put it on full blast and started doing the washing up. Billie turned it down a bit and changed radio stations; Roll On by the Living End was on.
"Why did you change radio stations? Not that there's anything wrong with Roll On," I said.
"I hate listening to myself, anyway that was a really crap version of Haha you're Dead that was on that radio station. In the middle I start coughing. We didn't realize that bit until it was on the radio," He said, and continued to dry the plates. I got out a tea towel and whipped him with it.
"I'll get you for that!" He said, and took a handful of bubbly water and dumped it on my hair. Aw, man I just got my hair all done! He's done it now!!
"I'll get you for that one, Billie!" I picked up the container of leftover spaghetti and tipped it over his head. Wow, I just wasted a whole container of spaghetti on his head. I laughed and ran up the stairs into my room and locked the door so he couldn't get me back. He was knocking on my door shouting "Sam get out here now so I can pour ice cream onto your head!" HAH! He thinks I'll just come prancing out like a little fairy and go "Of course Billie, pour it on my head" How wrong he is. I went into the bathroom that was in my room. I undressed myself, and went into the shower. I heard the door bang open in my room. Billie came in.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG GET OUT OF MY ROOM THIS INSTANCE!" I shouted as I quickly put the towel over my body, "You didn't see anything did you!?!"
"Holy shit I am so sorry Sam! And erm, no, I didn't see anything... "
"OUT! GET OUT!" I slammed the door in his face. My wet, brown hair brushed in my face as I smiled at Billie's dumbnosity... Wait, is dumbnosity a word? Oh well. I stepped back into the shower and washed my hair. The dishwashing liquid stunk; I shouldn't have put so much into the water when I was drying up. I got out and put my pajamas on (Tweety Pie boxers and an old Guns 'n' Roses shirt) Very fashionable... Well not really, it looked horrible together, but who cares? I'm going to sleep in them, not a fashion expedition. I walked downstairs to find Mike and Tre' having a thumb war (boys!) and Billie sitting watching America's funniest videos, he had an excited look on his face...
"Um... Billie I need to ask you something, in the kitchen... now, please," I walked in the kitchen. Billie followed.
"What did you see when you walked in?" I asked, straight to the point. That's me.
"Erm... well... Ok, I saw... I saw your top half... but only a glance. I looked away as soon as I saw them. I didn't stare, that's more tre like. "He laughed...
"Ok but don't go around saying "Guess what guys, I saw Sam's boobs" Ok? Billie, OK?" I said in my sternest voice.
"Yes Sam, I will be a good girl and not disturb anybodies thoughts with your boobs," He said like a little kid, wait! He knocked me!
"BILLIE!" I got the ice cream he was going to throw at me and put it on his head. "Payback."
I walked out, very proud of myself...
"What happened?" Mike asked, as Tre held Mikes thumb down, and counted to 3.
"I WIN! I WIN! SAM! I WON!" He did a few stupid bows, occasionally saying "thank you thank you, I know I am a world champion, thank you! Oh no need to throw your underwear on stage, ma'am"
"Tre, TRE!" I snapped him out of his stupidity and said "Tre, its thumb war... there isn't a world championship for thumb wars, ok?" Mike laughed. Billie walked in with chocolate ice cream in his hair. I walked up to him, dipped my finger into a bit of the ice cream on his head and ate it.
"Mmm, tastes good, ever thought about an ice cream shop Billie?" I said, smirking.
"Haha, you are so funny, Sam" He said and play punched me. I flicked him behind the ear, then he started tickling me.
"Billie, stop! Billie!! Hahahaha Billie!! Please... " I bit his arm.
"OUCH! Bitch!" he laughed and rubbed his head on Mike, so Mike ended up having chocolate ice cream on his favourite Ramones shirt.
"Aw, dude! Billie! That's my fave ramones shirt!!" He went upstairs to change into his black singlet.
"Tre?" Tre was doing the chicken dance. Weird? I think so...
"Don't wanna be a chicken, don't wanna be a duck, QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!" Guys are idiots.
"Ok, tre what's with the chicken dance all of a sudden?" Billie asked. At least somebody understood my point of view.
"Haha, it's so the new fashion!" He ran upstairs and 5 minutes later came out with a duck suit on...
"I'm going to bed..." I whispered the next bit to Mike," Video tape Tre for me tomorrow... I'm not in the mood for the chicken dance right now" We laughed and I walked up into my room. I closed my door and landed on my bed and slowly... fell... asleep...
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