Best Year Of My Life (2), chapter 2
Chapter Two- Loved
"You Guys! You're totally drunk!"
"We're not totally trunk!" Me, Tré and Billie rebelled. We've only had a couple!"
"A couple too many!" Mike scolded seriously. I then did something I'd never thought I'd do. Sure, I'd fantasized about it with the guys but never, obviously, done it-I kissed Mike. I could hear giggles and shouts of 'I WANT ONE!' behind me. This was scary. "Thorry... .." My voice trailed, "You were being an old fogey!"
"Sorry..." he said in a quiet voice.
"Great... now pour another Cheech and bring 'em on!" Tré screamed.
"Tré Cool!" I scolded playfully. A song randomly popped into my head, like a mind jukebox. It was Paradise City, by Guns'n'Roses.
"Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green on the girls are pretty," I sang. Billie, Tré and Mike joined in swaying. Hey! Mike was drunk! That was funny! I just hoped he wouldn't be doing any squatting. I laughed hysterically. They looked at me and I shouted "GARLIC BREAD!". They laughed and I again pouted... "
"Everyone likes Garlic Bread, Bitch!"
"So Grapes...what music do you like?"
I was surprised Billie could even string together a sentence, as he was so rat-arsed. 'Um... KANYE WEST, EMINEM AND G-UNIT..INNIT!" They looked at me in disbelief.. "I joking! The Ramones, Operation Ivy, The Clash... and that band... um..begins with G..GREEN DAY!" Breathing a sigh of relief, Billie looked at me and cocked his head.
"I like you Kid... Play more music!"
"OKIE! I'll surprise you this times!
Since we'd just been singing Guns'n'Roses, I chose Sweet Child O Mine to play. Playing the first few chords, Billie cocked his head again. "What now?" I sighed.
"Nuttin! You just look funny when I tilt my head, you sidewards! Hehe!" I tried it. It was funny!
"HA!"I realised... I was laughing with Billie Joe Armstrong. I felt the blood drain from my face. I didn't feel like laughing now.
"Jesus! What's up?!" Billie asked, concern showing. I heard a shout of 'THE SKY!" from behind me... Tré Cool!
"Nothing I just need to sit down.." I gulped..I knew what was 'up'... I was having a panic attack.
"Jesus Christ...what the hell am I doing here?!"
"Calm Down Grace!"
"You're telling to calm down?! I'm in the same room as my heroes...and you're telling me to goddamn calm down?!"
"BREATHE!"
"I AM!!!" I took a breath in and slowly exhaled. I seemed to calm down considerably.
"Sorry, I shouted Billie...it just freaks me out when I have attacks.."
"Its ok..I shout when I get them. Don't worry!" he smiled as if to say I'll protect you. I gave him a hig and wished I'd never have to leave...
Oh, but I did. My mom called. Great. In for another beating of 'Uncle' Evan. He was my moms boyfriend and you could tell he didn't want an eighteen year old punk around the house. Everytime I played Green Day, I got a slap with his belt. He hated them, but that was the only thing I didn't care about. It was my house. I'd play whatever I want. An abusive alcoholic wasn't going to stop me from playing what I wanted. He didn't care for my drums either. Whenever I'd have a particular bad patch of abuse, I'd beat my drums to death. My Ludwig was my saviour. I'd often pretend it was Evan's head... it helps =D.
Tré text me last night. He told me he wanted to meet up again. Argh! What the hell was I gonna do? Mom'd let me, happily. It was Evan that was the problem. I'd just sneak out and go to Tim Hortons, where he'd asked me to go. I'll do it...I swear!
"You Guys! You're totally drunk!"
"We're not totally trunk!" Me, Tré and Billie rebelled. We've only had a couple!"
"A couple too many!" Mike scolded seriously. I then did something I'd never thought I'd do. Sure, I'd fantasized about it with the guys but never, obviously, done it-I kissed Mike. I could hear giggles and shouts of 'I WANT ONE!' behind me. This was scary. "Thorry... .." My voice trailed, "You were being an old fogey!"
"Sorry..." he said in a quiet voice.
"Great... now pour another Cheech and bring 'em on!" Tré screamed.
"Tré Cool!" I scolded playfully. A song randomly popped into my head, like a mind jukebox. It was Paradise City, by Guns'n'Roses.
"Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green on the girls are pretty," I sang. Billie, Tré and Mike joined in swaying. Hey! Mike was drunk! That was funny! I just hoped he wouldn't be doing any squatting. I laughed hysterically. They looked at me and I shouted "GARLIC BREAD!". They laughed and I again pouted... "
"Everyone likes Garlic Bread, Bitch!"
"So Grapes...what music do you like?"
I was surprised Billie could even string together a sentence, as he was so rat-arsed. 'Um... KANYE WEST, EMINEM AND G-UNIT..INNIT!" They looked at me in disbelief.. "I joking! The Ramones, Operation Ivy, The Clash... and that band... um..begins with G..GREEN DAY!" Breathing a sigh of relief, Billie looked at me and cocked his head.
"I like you Kid... Play more music!"
"OKIE! I'll surprise you this times!
Since we'd just been singing Guns'n'Roses, I chose Sweet Child O Mine to play. Playing the first few chords, Billie cocked his head again. "What now?" I sighed.
"Nuttin! You just look funny when I tilt my head, you sidewards! Hehe!" I tried it. It was funny!
"HA!"I realised... I was laughing with Billie Joe Armstrong. I felt the blood drain from my face. I didn't feel like laughing now.
"Jesus! What's up?!" Billie asked, concern showing. I heard a shout of 'THE SKY!" from behind me... Tré Cool!
"Nothing I just need to sit down.." I gulped..I knew what was 'up'... I was having a panic attack.
"Jesus Christ...what the hell am I doing here?!"
"Calm Down Grace!"
"You're telling to calm down?! I'm in the same room as my heroes...and you're telling me to goddamn calm down?!"
"BREATHE!"
"I AM!!!" I took a breath in and slowly exhaled. I seemed to calm down considerably.
"Sorry, I shouted Billie...it just freaks me out when I have attacks.."
"Its ok..I shout when I get them. Don't worry!" he smiled as if to say I'll protect you. I gave him a hig and wished I'd never have to leave...
Oh, but I did. My mom called. Great. In for another beating of 'Uncle' Evan. He was my moms boyfriend and you could tell he didn't want an eighteen year old punk around the house. Everytime I played Green Day, I got a slap with his belt. He hated them, but that was the only thing I didn't care about. It was my house. I'd play whatever I want. An abusive alcoholic wasn't going to stop me from playing what I wanted. He didn't care for my drums either. Whenever I'd have a particular bad patch of abuse, I'd beat my drums to death. My Ludwig was my saviour. I'd often pretend it was Evan's head... it helps =D.
Tré text me last night. He told me he wanted to meet up again. Argh! What the hell was I gonna do? Mom'd let me, happily. It was Evan that was the problem. I'd just sneak out and go to Tim Hortons, where he'd asked me to go. I'll do it...I swear!
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