We're not the ones meant to follow, chapter 3

I watched from the sidelines as Green Day played. After the show, Tre suggested we go out and 'get drunk', and we agreed. After about 3 or 4 beers I was already getting the symptoms of being drunk, so I stopped drinking, so I could drive. Tre and Krys got up and danced like maniacs, bumping into other dancers and not caring.

"Um... " I heard behind me. "Maegan?" I turned around and there was Billie Joe. "Oh... hey... " I said sheepishly. "Maegen do you want to dance with me?" he said so quickly that it sounded like, "Mayenwangodanme?" I laughed and said sure. We danced for awhile, then we were knocked over by Tre and Krys. Meanwhile, Jamisin and Mike were in deep conversation. "Mike... I really... really like you," I heard Jami say as I walked towards them. They almost were kissing when I started laughing.

"Dude... M... you scared me," she said, clutching her heart. Mike turned away, shaking with suppressed laughter. "Let's leave before Tre and Kryssi kill anyone else... KRYSTIN ELLE BEASELY! TRE COOL! THERE'S MORE BEER IN THE HOTEL!" I said loudly. They came to us and we left for the hotel.

Once there we went to our separate rooms, and I fell asleep dreaming of the next night's events.

The next night's events were ten times better then the previous night's. We got to play four more songs, and the fans loved us more.

"Can I hear you SHOUT Portland?" I said into the mic. The people screamed really loud and went crazy. "YEAH! That's what I am talking about! We're the Punx, and here's our first hit, 'Crazy'!" I strummed out the notes with such force that the strings broke. Oh well...

Later, after the show, we hung out backstage. "Ugh you three smell like shit... " I said, pinching my nose. "Gee and you smell like flowers, too... " Tre said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and punched his arm. I yawned. "Let's go home, I'm fucking tired... " I said. We went back to the tour buses and slept there. "I love you Mike... " I heard Jamisin say when she thought we weren't listening. I heard her moaning and shot straight up. "JAMI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FUCKING MIKE DIRNT?!" I said loudly. I flicked on the light and looked in her direction. She had pulled up the covers to cover her and Mike. "Sorry... " I said, laughing. I turned the light off. "You two can go back to your fucking, you know... "

The next morning I glanced over at Jamisin and Mike, who were cuddled up. It looked so cute. I nearly tripped over Tre and Krys, who were tangled together with a sheet and lying on the ground. "Damn," I said to myself. "Everyone's in love 'cept me. And Mari, but Mari has a boyfriend." I wished that somehow Billie Joe and I could hook up, even though I wasn't a teenie bopper. Speaking of Billie Joe, he came walking out of the sleeping area towards the front where I was. He came over and sat next to me. "What's up?" he asked. I hid a smile and said "nothing much." I asked why, and he said, "No reason... Maegandoyouwanseemoovwitme?" I laughed and said, "Only if you slow down!"

We went to the movie theater and saw a random movie. It turned out to be really good but I didn't remember the name. After that we went out to a shitty restraunt where all of the food was soaked with water, and then headed back for the concert.
"SEATTLE!" I screamed into the mic. "ARE YOU READY TO SEE GREEN DAY?" I heard the many shrieks and claps and whoops and laughs. "I am Maegan, that's Krys, that's Mari, and that's... whatserface... Jamisin, but call her Jami. And we make The Punx!" I went into a hardcore song that required much handwork on the frets. By the end of that song alone my hands burned. After the entire concert, Billie Joe announced that we were going to the Milton Keynes Bowl. We all screamed in excitement.

Two weeks later, we had arrived in England to perform. The Punx was right before Green Day and we played about 20 songs. After that, in between bands, Billie Joe asked me out. Right when I was about to say yes, Green Day had to go onstage.
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