"Is There A Gas Leak?", chapter 6
[b]Carl's POV<b/>
We sat there until 10. Then Lizzie started to stir. Now I could tell she was just asleep.
"Oh, thank god. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her." I said.
"Your welcome." Billie said with a smirk.
"Well, I should have known that was coming." I laughed, "I was hoping we could tell if she was asleep.
"Try waking her up." Billie suggested.
"Lizzie...Lizzie!" I hissed in her ear. And she started to sit up as I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Awww shit my head, did we get hammered?" Lindsey asked as she sat up. I grabbed her and started to hug her.
"Can't...Breathe... " She said.
"Sorry," I said.
"Ok first, what the hell happened and why in the hell am I naked, and then, why in the hell are you here?" she asked as she turned to Billie.
"You fell asleep and banged your head on the tub and you've been out for about 2 hours." I answered.
"And I'm here because I was talking about guitar stuff for tomorrow and I decided to stick around after I heard the whole story." Billie answered.
"The WHOLE story?" she screamed at me.
"Well what in the hell was I suppose to say? Oh yeah she just fell asleep for no apparent reason?" I screamed back.
"Well something like that you asshole!" Lizzie screamed.
"Will you to shut the fuck up!" Billie screamed at us. "First, this skipped the part on the paperwork that asked about past addictions or current. He said and eyed Lizzie, "We're pretty understanding ya know. Hell, our name means doing nothing but smoking pot all day! Second, it's only me that knows so you can't get that pissed at Carl, no one else has to know if your that ashamed of what happened, you were only 15." He told Lizzie.
"Well, how in the hell am I not supposed to be ashamed? It was night quill not anything like crack or heroin or speed! It's like kiddy drugs! How do you think that makes me feel? And I was 15! How punk do you think I'm suppose to feel?" She said and started to cry.
"Look, we can forget this whole night, but if you decide to quit come talk to me, I don't want to see your ass except at shows and that's it. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass off tour. Tre can manage; we use to be our own techs and our own roadies. Or, we could always find another one, it wouldn't be that hard to replace you." Billie said "But we want true fans because it makes a better tour. They know the music, and usually it means something to them. " And then he left.
"Why is it always me?" Lindsey screamed "And now I have a fucking God pissed at me how can my fucking life get any worse?"
"Lizzie, all you have to do I quit and come clean. I know this sounds sappy, but I'm always here for you. You know that." I said.
"Yeah, you are. I'm sorry I just... god I don't know what to say anymore." she told me.
"Tomorrow morning, you and me were suppose to go to Starbucks with Billie, Mike, Tre, Jason White. I don't think they wantyou to go now, but just go and tell it like it is. Come with me." I said.
I took her hand and grabbed the last of the night quill and we went to the bathroom and poured it all down the sink.
"Let's go get a shot or too and then some sleep without help. Just remember this never would have happened if you let me shower with you."
"Well, maybe I can thank you a little later for finding Me." she said and dropped the towel and went to get dressed.
"God I love her." I said and smiled to the remains of the night quill running down the sink. I didn't know what would happen tomorrow morning.
We sat there until 10. Then Lizzie started to stir. Now I could tell she was just asleep.
"Oh, thank god. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her." I said.
"Your welcome." Billie said with a smirk.
"Well, I should have known that was coming." I laughed, "I was hoping we could tell if she was asleep.
"Try waking her up." Billie suggested.
"Lizzie...Lizzie!" I hissed in her ear. And she started to sit up as I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Awww shit my head, did we get hammered?" Lindsey asked as she sat up. I grabbed her and started to hug her.
"Can't...Breathe... " She said.
"Sorry," I said.
"Ok first, what the hell happened and why in the hell am I naked, and then, why in the hell are you here?" she asked as she turned to Billie.
"You fell asleep and banged your head on the tub and you've been out for about 2 hours." I answered.
"And I'm here because I was talking about guitar stuff for tomorrow and I decided to stick around after I heard the whole story." Billie answered.
"The WHOLE story?" she screamed at me.
"Well what in the hell was I suppose to say? Oh yeah she just fell asleep for no apparent reason?" I screamed back.
"Well something like that you asshole!" Lizzie screamed.
"Will you to shut the fuck up!" Billie screamed at us. "First, this skipped the part on the paperwork that asked about past addictions or current. He said and eyed Lizzie, "We're pretty understanding ya know. Hell, our name means doing nothing but smoking pot all day! Second, it's only me that knows so you can't get that pissed at Carl, no one else has to know if your that ashamed of what happened, you were only 15." He told Lizzie.
"Well, how in the hell am I not supposed to be ashamed? It was night quill not anything like crack or heroin or speed! It's like kiddy drugs! How do you think that makes me feel? And I was 15! How punk do you think I'm suppose to feel?" She said and started to cry.
"Look, we can forget this whole night, but if you decide to quit come talk to me, I don't want to see your ass except at shows and that's it. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass off tour. Tre can manage; we use to be our own techs and our own roadies. Or, we could always find another one, it wouldn't be that hard to replace you." Billie said "But we want true fans because it makes a better tour. They know the music, and usually it means something to them. " And then he left.
"Why is it always me?" Lindsey screamed "And now I have a fucking God pissed at me how can my fucking life get any worse?"
"Lizzie, all you have to do I quit and come clean. I know this sounds sappy, but I'm always here for you. You know that." I said.
"Yeah, you are. I'm sorry I just... god I don't know what to say anymore." she told me.
"Tomorrow morning, you and me were suppose to go to Starbucks with Billie, Mike, Tre, Jason White. I don't think they wantyou to go now, but just go and tell it like it is. Come with me." I said.
I took her hand and grabbed the last of the night quill and we went to the bathroom and poured it all down the sink.
"Let's go get a shot or too and then some sleep without help. Just remember this never would have happened if you let me shower with you."
"Well, maybe I can thank you a little later for finding Me." she said and dropped the towel and went to get dressed.
"God I love her." I said and smiled to the remains of the night quill running down the sink. I didn't know what would happen tomorrow morning.
