Where Will We All Go When It's Too Late, chapter 8
I sat in their bus, and I couldn't stop smiling. Whatever I saw outside, whatever anyone said, whatever I thought of I couldn't stop laughing or smiling.
"You're overly happy," grinned Mike.
"I guess you are too."
"Well, it's just amazing..." I laughed. "A week ago, less than a week ago, I was stuck with a dangerous dad... and three rock stars picked me up, took me with them, and now they're letting me live in a room in one of their houses... I should really write a book."
Tré laughed.
"You really should. People would be satisfied. That's what they want to read about."
"And be ready for interviews, Lindsay, that's what it's gonna take," smiled Billie, while he drummed his fingers on his knees.
They had offered me a room in Tré's house. His kids Ramona and Frankito had approved me to live there. I wouldn't disturb them much of course since I'd hang in my room mostly.
And of course I wanted to live there.
"You're overly happy," grinned Mike.
"I guess you are too."
"Well, it's just amazing..." I laughed. "A week ago, less than a week ago, I was stuck with a dangerous dad... and three rock stars picked me up, took me with them, and now they're letting me live in a room in one of their houses... I should really write a book."
Tré laughed.
"You really should. People would be satisfied. That's what they want to read about."
"And be ready for interviews, Lindsay, that's what it's gonna take," smiled Billie, while he drummed his fingers on his knees.
They had offered me a room in Tré's house. His kids Ramona and Frankito had approved me to live there. I wouldn't disturb them much of course since I'd hang in my room mostly.
And of course I wanted to live there.
