Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 2
I was awoken by a shout: "Dude, there's a girl on your bed...and why the hell are you on the sofa?"
I opened my eyes and was confronted with two big blue eyes.
Naturally, I screamed.
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"Quit it! You're both giving me a headache!" said a fairly tall guy, with brown/blond hair.
"What's going on? Why am I in this bed? Where am I? Who are you guys?"
At this point I had started to sob a little bit, and they were all looking confused. It was at this point that Billie Joe got up. Happy to see a (vaguely) familiar face, I leapt up and hugged him.
Laughing, he said: "Ok, ok...one question at a time!"
"Ok," I replied. "First question: what's going on?"
"Well, last night after that big fight with that freak, you fainted, so I brought you here." Said Billie Joe, putting his hands on his hips and looking quite smug at the fact that he was playing the hero.
"Oh God, Mark," I said, flopping back down onto the bed, overpowered by the memories of what happened the night before.
"Second question?" Asked Billie Joe, holding up two fingers.
"Why am I in this bed?"
"Ah, well, I was going to put you in another room, but it's all full up, so I couldn't. Also, once I'd put you on the bed you looked so damn peaceful, that I didn't really want to move you. And then you started to snore, and when I rolled you over, it got worse, so I decided against trying again." Said Billie Joe with a little laugh.
"Chump." I replied. "I do not snore." I picked up a pillow and threw it in the general direction of his voice.
"Third question: where am I?"
"Well, you are in a hotel, somewhere in California still. I think." He replied, rubbing his head.
"Final question; who are those guys? And for that matter, who are you?" I said, closing my eyes ready for the final blow, and rolling over so my face was embedded in the pillows.
"Well, I kinda thought you'd know that!" Said Billie Joe, "Judging by your bag and all...it has our symbols and stuff all over it. In fact, there's a rather dashing picture of us on the bottom right corner..." He said. I hear some rustling, so I guess he picked it up. "If you must know, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, the other weirdo is Tré Cool, and the vaguely normal one is Mike Dirnt. We're a band called Green Day." Billie Joe emphasised this last sentence.
"What?" I shouted. I rolled over and off the bed, smack onto the floor.
I opened my eyes and was confronted with two big blue eyes.
Naturally, I screamed.
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!"
"Quit it! You're both giving me a headache!" said a fairly tall guy, with brown/blond hair.
"What's going on? Why am I in this bed? Where am I? Who are you guys?"
At this point I had started to sob a little bit, and they were all looking confused. It was at this point that Billie Joe got up. Happy to see a (vaguely) familiar face, I leapt up and hugged him.
Laughing, he said: "Ok, ok...one question at a time!"
"Ok," I replied. "First question: what's going on?"
"Well, last night after that big fight with that freak, you fainted, so I brought you here." Said Billie Joe, putting his hands on his hips and looking quite smug at the fact that he was playing the hero.
"Oh God, Mark," I said, flopping back down onto the bed, overpowered by the memories of what happened the night before.
"Second question?" Asked Billie Joe, holding up two fingers.
"Why am I in this bed?"
"Ah, well, I was going to put you in another room, but it's all full up, so I couldn't. Also, once I'd put you on the bed you looked so damn peaceful, that I didn't really want to move you. And then you started to snore, and when I rolled you over, it got worse, so I decided against trying again." Said Billie Joe with a little laugh.
"Chump." I replied. "I do not snore." I picked up a pillow and threw it in the general direction of his voice.
"Third question: where am I?"
"Well, you are in a hotel, somewhere in California still. I think." He replied, rubbing his head.
"Final question; who are those guys? And for that matter, who are you?" I said, closing my eyes ready for the final blow, and rolling over so my face was embedded in the pillows.
"Well, I kinda thought you'd know that!" Said Billie Joe, "Judging by your bag and all...it has our symbols and stuff all over it. In fact, there's a rather dashing picture of us on the bottom right corner..." He said. I hear some rustling, so I guess he picked it up. "If you must know, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, the other weirdo is Tré Cool, and the vaguely normal one is Mike Dirnt. We're a band called Green Day." Billie Joe emphasised this last sentence.
"What?" I shouted. I rolled over and off the bed, smack onto the floor.
