Seeing Is Deceiving, chapter 3
SLAP MY KNEE AND CALL ME HONKY
Chapter 2
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"Ashley wake up." Michelle whispered into my ear, nudging my shoulder gently as she stood by the bed side. I mumbled something under my breath and shifted under my sheets. Michelle nudged my shoulder again, this time a little harder. "Ashley. Wake up." Her voice became a little louder as she continuously tried to wake me up from a pleasant dream.She took her hand off my shoulder and thought for a moment, then grinned slyly, bent back down and whispered, "Tre is here to see you. He wanted to wish you a happy F.O.D Bush day, and maybe give you a-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence. My eyes shot open and I bolted into a sitting position so fast that both mine and Michelle's heads collided, which sent me back holding the side of my eyebrow, and her holding her forehead. "Shit! Bad idea..." She groaned as I stayed silent, and sat back up, rubbing my eyebrow.
"So... Why wake me up?"
"CeeCee called saying you have band practice early."
"THIS early?"
"Yeah. I was pissed too. So, get up so that I can rest in peace."
"R.I.P.?"
"No! Not die! Just rest peacefully... WITHOUT being bothered."
"Heh. Okay!" I grinned and slid out of bed and shuffled to the closet once more, picking out a neon green shirt that says 'Princess By Dawn' on the front and has a picture of two drum sticks on both sides of the word 'Nash' in bold neon blue letters, a pair of faded gray denim jeans that looks the bottom has been ripped off, and a pair of black and green checkered Vans flats. I rushed to the mirror, fixed on my eyeliner, and some black lipstick, brushed my hair and teeth and rushed out saying farewell to Michelle, plopping on my 'I'm a drummer, bitch' black baseball looking hat.
***
I took the road by foot, seeing that my car was out of gas and I didn't have time to call Michelle and wait for her to come outside to drop off her car keys to me. I lived in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles, so in order to not get killed, I stayed close by the walls of the shops and restaurants than by the parking meters.
I stared at the concrete, thinking of what the band, the band I'm in, Princess By Dawn, might want to rehearse, and if Cee Cee called us to tell us we have another gig or not.
"On A Mission
I Made My Decision
To Lead A Path Of Self Destruction
A Slow Progression
Killing My Complexion
And It's Rotting Out My Teeth
I'm On A Roll
No Self Control
I'm Blowing Off Steam With Methamphetamine
Well Don't Know What I Want
And That's All That I've Got
And I'm Picking Scabs Off My Face..." I sung under my breath, bobbing my head a little.
"EXCUSE me miss!" A sort of high voice said before I heard the metal gate of an outdoor restaurant slam.
"Dude, don't try. She looks like she's freaking 19." Another voice was heard, a little deeper than the first.
"Listen to him!" Yet another voice rang out, even deeper than the last.
"Excuse me! Miss?" The first voice asked, pleaing for my attention. I turned around to come face to face with a man. At first, I only noticed the black beanie, large black sunglasses and stubble on his face, then leaned back a little, eyes wide and insane-surprised looking. The man rose a brow and smirked. "Hah. You look like me a little..."
"Uhm..." I raise a brow, confused. "Who are you? I didn't catch your name..."
"I'm sorry miss... Miss?"
"I'm Ashley, But call me Nash, sir. And you are?"
"Pleasure to meet you, Nash." Snickering was heard in the back from one of the other two voices. "I'm Tre Cool. I noti-" My eye twitched and I flinched away.
"C-Crap! Tre Cool, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cool! My, my. I'm a big fan of you!"
"Ah!" Tre grinned, took my hand and shook it. I squeaked, swooning over him like he was the hottest senior in the high school and I was trying to win him over.
"Hey, Tre!" The second voice called out after a few minutes and the same clanking of the slammed metal gate rang through my ears again. "If you play your cards right, you might get lucky!"
"Shut up, Billie! I wouldn't dare to hurt a creature as beautiful as Nash here!"
"Billie...Joe?" I snapped to Billie's casual looking expression upon his face. Billie Joe flinched back as my hand popped in front of him suddenly, with my grinning as wide as anyone could. "Hi I'm Nash!" I couldn't believe I met two people of Green Day, the band I've loved since Dookie.
"Billie, don't let her go insane on you! Remember the last time-" The third voice was cut off.
"OH MY GOD MIKEY!" I squealed and raced to the gate, stopping just before I went over to hold out my hand for him to shake.
"HOLY shit! Okay Uhm...you, need to take a chill pill..." He calmly said, and shook my hand, staying at his table. Tre snickered and Billie smirked at me ad how excited I was.
"Oh, sorry." I stood straight and took a deep breath. "I had a donut and a mug of coffee before I left my place..."
"We forgive you." The three said in unison. Tre stepped up tapped my shoulder. "How old are you?" He asked.
"I'm about 24." I smiled. Tre grinned like he was plotting something. "You're much more prettier than the other 24s that I've seen." I smiled and said a thank you. While Tre continued to compliment and flirt with me, while my phone, which had dropped on the ground while I darted to Mike, rang a few times before Billie picked it up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this you, Nash?"
"No, this is Billie Joe on her phone." There was silence before there was giggling heard of the other line.
"Hello Billie! I'm CeeCee, Nash's friend. You and the others, if they want, are invited to our band practice!"
"Band? Hey, what's it called?"
"Princess By Dawn!"
"Green Day tribute?"
"No sir, my cousin started it, and came up with the name. We're all big Green Day fans."
"I see, well, I'll tell the guys and Nash that you called and ask them about us visiting."
"Thank you!"
"No problem... Okay... Buh bye." He hung up after saying goodbye, and walked to Tre. "Tre! Stop flirting, we're going over to Nash and her friends' band practice!"
"You are?!" I squeaked, popping out from behind Tre, who turned to him with a smile that said 'Perfect way to get to her heart.'
"What's the band called?" Tre asked me.
"Princess by Dawn!" Both me and Billie said, me smiling and Billie smirking. Mike popped his head up.
"Band practice? What do you play, Miss Nash?" Mike asked.
"I play the drums. I have been since I was 10." I answered, smiling proudly.
"Ooh REALLY." Tre grinned, finding even more things in common between him and me. "So you've been playing for about 14 years?"
I smiled. "Yes sir! The band I'm in is the band I've been in for 10 years, since I was 14."
"Come on Tre, Mike, Nash, we'd better start heading towards your friends place."
"Okay! I smiled and ran ahead, snatching my phone from Billie's hand. Tre smiled and caught up with me, know Mike to be dragging along next to Billie.
Chapter 2
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"Ashley wake up." Michelle whispered into my ear, nudging my shoulder gently as she stood by the bed side. I mumbled something under my breath and shifted under my sheets. Michelle nudged my shoulder again, this time a little harder. "Ashley. Wake up." Her voice became a little louder as she continuously tried to wake me up from a pleasant dream.She took her hand off my shoulder and thought for a moment, then grinned slyly, bent back down and whispered, "Tre is here to see you. He wanted to wish you a happy F.O.D Bush day, and maybe give you a-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence. My eyes shot open and I bolted into a sitting position so fast that both mine and Michelle's heads collided, which sent me back holding the side of my eyebrow, and her holding her forehead. "Shit! Bad idea..." She groaned as I stayed silent, and sat back up, rubbing my eyebrow.
"So... Why wake me up?"
"CeeCee called saying you have band practice early."
"THIS early?"
"Yeah. I was pissed too. So, get up so that I can rest in peace."
"R.I.P.?"
"No! Not die! Just rest peacefully... WITHOUT being bothered."
"Heh. Okay!" I grinned and slid out of bed and shuffled to the closet once more, picking out a neon green shirt that says 'Princess By Dawn' on the front and has a picture of two drum sticks on both sides of the word 'Nash' in bold neon blue letters, a pair of faded gray denim jeans that looks the bottom has been ripped off, and a pair of black and green checkered Vans flats. I rushed to the mirror, fixed on my eyeliner, and some black lipstick, brushed my hair and teeth and rushed out saying farewell to Michelle, plopping on my 'I'm a drummer, bitch' black baseball looking hat.
***
I took the road by foot, seeing that my car was out of gas and I didn't have time to call Michelle and wait for her to come outside to drop off her car keys to me. I lived in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles, so in order to not get killed, I stayed close by the walls of the shops and restaurants than by the parking meters.
I stared at the concrete, thinking of what the band, the band I'm in, Princess By Dawn, might want to rehearse, and if Cee Cee called us to tell us we have another gig or not.
"On A Mission
I Made My Decision
To Lead A Path Of Self Destruction
A Slow Progression
Killing My Complexion
And It's Rotting Out My Teeth
I'm On A Roll
No Self Control
I'm Blowing Off Steam With Methamphetamine
Well Don't Know What I Want
And That's All That I've Got
And I'm Picking Scabs Off My Face..." I sung under my breath, bobbing my head a little.
"EXCUSE me miss!" A sort of high voice said before I heard the metal gate of an outdoor restaurant slam.
"Dude, don't try. She looks like she's freaking 19." Another voice was heard, a little deeper than the first.
"Listen to him!" Yet another voice rang out, even deeper than the last.
"Excuse me! Miss?" The first voice asked, pleaing for my attention. I turned around to come face to face with a man. At first, I only noticed the black beanie, large black sunglasses and stubble on his face, then leaned back a little, eyes wide and insane-surprised looking. The man rose a brow and smirked. "Hah. You look like me a little..."
"Uhm..." I raise a brow, confused. "Who are you? I didn't catch your name..."
"I'm sorry miss... Miss?"
"I'm Ashley, But call me Nash, sir. And you are?"
"Pleasure to meet you, Nash." Snickering was heard in the back from one of the other two voices. "I'm Tre Cool. I noti-" My eye twitched and I flinched away.
"C-Crap! Tre Cool, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cool! My, my. I'm a big fan of you!"
"Ah!" Tre grinned, took my hand and shook it. I squeaked, swooning over him like he was the hottest senior in the high school and I was trying to win him over.
"Hey, Tre!" The second voice called out after a few minutes and the same clanking of the slammed metal gate rang through my ears again. "If you play your cards right, you might get lucky!"
"Shut up, Billie! I wouldn't dare to hurt a creature as beautiful as Nash here!"
"Billie...Joe?" I snapped to Billie's casual looking expression upon his face. Billie Joe flinched back as my hand popped in front of him suddenly, with my grinning as wide as anyone could. "Hi I'm Nash!" I couldn't believe I met two people of Green Day, the band I've loved since Dookie.
"Billie, don't let her go insane on you! Remember the last time-" The third voice was cut off.
"OH MY GOD MIKEY!" I squealed and raced to the gate, stopping just before I went over to hold out my hand for him to shake.
"HOLY shit! Okay Uhm...you, need to take a chill pill..." He calmly said, and shook my hand, staying at his table. Tre snickered and Billie smirked at me ad how excited I was.
"Oh, sorry." I stood straight and took a deep breath. "I had a donut and a mug of coffee before I left my place..."
"We forgive you." The three said in unison. Tre stepped up tapped my shoulder. "How old are you?" He asked.
"I'm about 24." I smiled. Tre grinned like he was plotting something. "You're much more prettier than the other 24s that I've seen." I smiled and said a thank you. While Tre continued to compliment and flirt with me, while my phone, which had dropped on the ground while I darted to Mike, rang a few times before Billie picked it up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this you, Nash?"
"No, this is Billie Joe on her phone." There was silence before there was giggling heard of the other line.
"Hello Billie! I'm CeeCee, Nash's friend. You and the others, if they want, are invited to our band practice!"
"Band? Hey, what's it called?"
"Princess By Dawn!"
"Green Day tribute?"
"No sir, my cousin started it, and came up with the name. We're all big Green Day fans."
"I see, well, I'll tell the guys and Nash that you called and ask them about us visiting."
"Thank you!"
"No problem... Okay... Buh bye." He hung up after saying goodbye, and walked to Tre. "Tre! Stop flirting, we're going over to Nash and her friends' band practice!"
"You are?!" I squeaked, popping out from behind Tre, who turned to him with a smile that said 'Perfect way to get to her heart.'
"What's the band called?" Tre asked me.
"Princess by Dawn!" Both me and Billie said, me smiling and Billie smirking. Mike popped his head up.
"Band practice? What do you play, Miss Nash?" Mike asked.
"I play the drums. I have been since I was 10." I answered, smiling proudly.
"Ooh REALLY." Tre grinned, finding even more things in common between him and me. "So you've been playing for about 14 years?"
I smiled. "Yes sir! The band I'm in is the band I've been in for 10 years, since I was 14."
"Come on Tre, Mike, Nash, we'd better start heading towards your friends place."
"Okay! I smiled and ran ahead, snatching my phone from Billie's hand. Tre smiled and caught up with me, know Mike to be dragging along next to Billie.
