Am I Jinxed? Or Am I Just Stoned?, chapter 1
I sat down in an unfamiliar seat, pulling out my guitar and waiting for my sister to get here with our lunch. She plays the drums, and we were gonna do, well try to at least, do some Ramones songs. I pulled out my black Fender Stratocaster, which was covered in stickers.
Ok, so let me introduce myself. My name is Amy Joe, but everyone calls me AJ. I have an identical twin, Manny Jack that likes to be called MJ. She plays the drums, and I play the guitar. We had a band, before we moved here to Rodeo. We used to like in San Diego, but our parents got a divorce. We were adopted, but it still hurts. We have naturally jet black hair, only MJ dyed hers blonde with green and black streaks. My hair is short, in a boys' cut and black, with a little red, blue, or dark purple here and there. We both have deep hazel eyes, but mine are almost always hidden by my glasses. MJ wears contacts, because she plays sports, but I played football and my foster family made me drop out, so I had to get glasses. We are very, very, punk. And my glasses make me feel less punk. I am the younger twin, and I hate being in MJ's shadow. She is perfect, smart, and well, just loved by all guys. We still get along great though, and don't fight a lot.
Anyways, back to now.
"MJ! Over here," I said as loud as my quiet voice would permit. MJ looked around and found my small, shy, body huddled in a corner with my guitar, which I call Punk. Odd name, I know.
She walked over to me, drumsticks and pizza in hand. She handed me a slice, which I ate immediately. I hadn't had breakfast, and our foster mom had been too lazy to make dinner yesterday. After that, we started playing a song. I don't remember what it's called, since I hadn't seen my cds. They were still packed in boxes.
After that song, I started practicing a hard song by the Beatles; again, I still can't remember. I noticed a group of three boys who were staring at us, but didn't think much of it. Then, later when I reached a difficult part of the song, "I Wanna Be Sedated," the short boy with wavy brown hair came up behind me. He grabbed my hands, and placed them a certain way.
"That should help you. I play guitar too, I know how difficult it is being small with a big guitar."
His voice was beautiful. I loved it. I looked up at him, and saw his green eyes. He was looking at my hair, and then my eyes. We noticed we were staring at each other, and blushed.
I was banging on the school lunch table with my drumsticks when two of the three boys came up to me. The one that really caught my eye had these deep, blue eyes. He was doing "air drum" with his own pair of drumsticks. He looked so adorable, oblivious to his surroundings.
"Hi. I'm Mike, and this is Tre. He is hyper and a little perverted, so beware," the taller one said. He had blue eyes too, but they weren't as radiant as Tre's.
"Hi. I'm MJ, and that girl over there with the guitar is my twin AJ," I said, my reply distracted by Tre's falling into the trash bin. Mike ran to him as I followed, giggling slightly.
"Ok, Mike. How the fuck did I get in here?" Tre said, brushing a banana peel off his head.
"Well, you were playing your drums in your little world, and walked into the trash bin, in which you fell," Mike said matter-of-factly.
"So you play the drums?" Tre said, eyeing my sticks.
"Yea and my twin, AJ, plays the guitar."
"Is AJ a nickname?" Tre said, an evil smirk on his face. This, by the way, was absolutely adorable.
"Yea, her real name is Amy Joe, and mine is Manny Jack. Weird, I know."
"No, actually, my real name is Frank Edwin Wright. The third."
I laughed. "Ok, you win. That is a way weirder name."
"HEY!! My name is not weird. It's special." That made me laugh harder.
I had a feeling Tre and I would get along really well.
"Here, if you do this, it sounds more like the song," I said, placing the girl's hands on one of the frets.
"By the way, what's your name?" Her eyes were beautiful. The glasses kinda gave her that sexy librarian look. But in a punk version.
"Amy Joe. But call me AJ. I hate Amy Joe," she said.
"That's a pretty name," I said, biting my lip, unsure of what she would say.
"Thank you. Now, what is your name?" AJ said, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Billie Joe. I like my name, so please, don't call me BJ," I said, sarcasm creeping its way into my voice for the last few words.
"Ok, BJ," she said, smiling a beautiful smile. Her hair fell into her eyes. For the first time, I realized that we would get along great. I also realized something else.
I had a crush on her.
And Tre was thinking the same thing about MJ.
Ok, so let me introduce myself. My name is Amy Joe, but everyone calls me AJ. I have an identical twin, Manny Jack that likes to be called MJ. She plays the drums, and I play the guitar. We had a band, before we moved here to Rodeo. We used to like in San Diego, but our parents got a divorce. We were adopted, but it still hurts. We have naturally jet black hair, only MJ dyed hers blonde with green and black streaks. My hair is short, in a boys' cut and black, with a little red, blue, or dark purple here and there. We both have deep hazel eyes, but mine are almost always hidden by my glasses. MJ wears contacts, because she plays sports, but I played football and my foster family made me drop out, so I had to get glasses. We are very, very, punk. And my glasses make me feel less punk. I am the younger twin, and I hate being in MJ's shadow. She is perfect, smart, and well, just loved by all guys. We still get along great though, and don't fight a lot.
Anyways, back to now.
"MJ! Over here," I said as loud as my quiet voice would permit. MJ looked around and found my small, shy, body huddled in a corner with my guitar, which I call Punk. Odd name, I know.
She walked over to me, drumsticks and pizza in hand. She handed me a slice, which I ate immediately. I hadn't had breakfast, and our foster mom had been too lazy to make dinner yesterday. After that, we started playing a song. I don't remember what it's called, since I hadn't seen my cds. They were still packed in boxes.
After that song, I started practicing a hard song by the Beatles; again, I still can't remember. I noticed a group of three boys who were staring at us, but didn't think much of it. Then, later when I reached a difficult part of the song, "I Wanna Be Sedated," the short boy with wavy brown hair came up behind me. He grabbed my hands, and placed them a certain way.
"That should help you. I play guitar too, I know how difficult it is being small with a big guitar."
His voice was beautiful. I loved it. I looked up at him, and saw his green eyes. He was looking at my hair, and then my eyes. We noticed we were staring at each other, and blushed.
I was banging on the school lunch table with my drumsticks when two of the three boys came up to me. The one that really caught my eye had these deep, blue eyes. He was doing "air drum" with his own pair of drumsticks. He looked so adorable, oblivious to his surroundings.
"Hi. I'm Mike, and this is Tre. He is hyper and a little perverted, so beware," the taller one said. He had blue eyes too, but they weren't as radiant as Tre's.
"Hi. I'm MJ, and that girl over there with the guitar is my twin AJ," I said, my reply distracted by Tre's falling into the trash bin. Mike ran to him as I followed, giggling slightly.
"Ok, Mike. How the fuck did I get in here?" Tre said, brushing a banana peel off his head.
"Well, you were playing your drums in your little world, and walked into the trash bin, in which you fell," Mike said matter-of-factly.
"So you play the drums?" Tre said, eyeing my sticks.
"Yea and my twin, AJ, plays the guitar."
"Is AJ a nickname?" Tre said, an evil smirk on his face. This, by the way, was absolutely adorable.
"Yea, her real name is Amy Joe, and mine is Manny Jack. Weird, I know."
"No, actually, my real name is Frank Edwin Wright. The third."
I laughed. "Ok, you win. That is a way weirder name."
"HEY!! My name is not weird. It's special." That made me laugh harder.
I had a feeling Tre and I would get along really well.
"Here, if you do this, it sounds more like the song," I said, placing the girl's hands on one of the frets.
"By the way, what's your name?" Her eyes were beautiful. The glasses kinda gave her that sexy librarian look. But in a punk version.
"Amy Joe. But call me AJ. I hate Amy Joe," she said.
"That's a pretty name," I said, biting my lip, unsure of what she would say.
"Thank you. Now, what is your name?" AJ said, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Billie Joe. I like my name, so please, don't call me BJ," I said, sarcasm creeping its way into my voice for the last few words.
"Ok, BJ," she said, smiling a beautiful smile. Her hair fell into her eyes. For the first time, I realized that we would get along great. I also realized something else.
I had a crush on her.
And Tre was thinking the same thing about MJ.
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