Turtles. (Not a story about turtles), chapter 4
*Recap*
"You wanna come to the Gilman?" "Yeah sure."
*End of Recap*
As we were sitting at the bar at Gilman Street, Billie asked her quite possibly the stupidest question ever, "So, you're from England?"
"No, I'm from fucking Indonesia!" April said, dramatically.
"Sorry. That was obvious..."
"Talk about it."
"Well, why don't we all introduce ourselves to each other!" Tre said, happily.
"I kinda know you guys..." Mike said.
"No... I mean to April, dumbass!" Tre yelled awfully loudly, playfully hitting Mike on the head.
"Okaaay."
"I'll start. I'm Frank Wright, but that's pretty homosexual... So to you I'm Tre Cool... I'm from around here, I'm sexy as fuckkkk--but you can see that, I like girls-only nights! Anddd I play drums in Sweettt Childrennn!"
She giggled as Mike started, "I'm Mike Pritchard, but to you I'm Mike Dirnt, I'm also from around here, I play bass in Sweet Children and... pshht... You'll just see when you get to know me..."
She looked at Billie Joe, who was watching the Henessey on the other side of the bar. He looked up. "Oh... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, I... play guitar and sing for Sweet Children, I like... Pffff... Ice cream... And I hate school... But I do like girls-only nights... And boys-only nights with Tre! 'Cause I'm a homo!"
She obviously knew he was kidding, who do you think she is? Then she noticed all attention was on her. "Hi I'm April Waters... April Waters to you... I hate my stepdad and I think that my mother's too happy... I haven't any idea where my dad is... Andddd..... I'm from Oxford... Actually from Indonesia but I don't tell anyone that..."
Billie Joe smiled... Maybe she didn't hate her so much, after all.
When they all decided to leave, they all said their goodbyes and hugged... Billie Joe was last and he couldn't help but realize that his hug seemed wayyy stiffer than the other guys'...
***
April climbed the stairs to her room to find boxes... Boxes and boxes and boxes... She lied down on her bed and thought about everything... She liked Mike and Tre. But Billie Joe... She looked over to her closet. Billie Joe just couldn't stick... He seemed kinda hard to get used to.
This is side one
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
The songs you grow to like
Might not stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus
And here is your verse
She thought about it, Maybe I'll get used to him... But if I can't now, how will I ever?
She thought about it until she'd had enough and she stuck her Maximum Rock n' Roll NOFX CD in. They weren't huge... But they were good! She flipped it to number 4, 'Bang Gang'.
We don't care, cause we're in a gang
Parties that we go to end up in a bang
Look at us funny and we'll shoot you dead
While we're there, we'll fill 'em with lead...
She never really got bored... Just had nothing to do... There's a difference, when you're bored, you can't think of anything... When you have nothing to do, you just think about stuff...
"Why do I have to move, Rose?" I said to my friend, you guessed it--Rose!
"I already told you! You don't! You can come to my house! You can hide in that crawlspace you always want to go in! I'll flip you a pancake every morning--but you have to catch it!" I had known Rose forever. She was such an optimist and I wasn't.
"Whatever... You know we can't do that!"
"Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud! You're foiling my plans!"
"Well I'm sorry, baby-love!!!" I said as we continued acting like weird people... What? We are weird people.
My friends Holly and James looked at us. We're weird, we know... "April I'm so not looking forward to you leaving... Promise you'll come visit me all the time?... Or at least visit Rose." Holly said. Her and Rose were next-door neighbors... Lucky shits.
"Yeah... And I'm always at Holly's anyways!" James laughed. He was Hollys boyfriend. I looked at three of my friends... They were the last ones left with me at school, so I decided to take a good look at them. Rose had red hair and blue eyes. She was kind of a red-haired Naomi Watts... Except not as pretty, no offence. She wore the navy blue plaid school skirt way long and she only wore her white long-sleeved school polo shirt. Holly had blonde hair and blue eyes... She kind of looked like a Barbie doll, except with more eyeliner. She hiked up her skirt and wore a button-up shirt and the school vest. James just wore the typical guy clothes... Khaki pants and polo shirt. He had dirty blonde hair and aqua blue eyes... His teeth were fucked, but that's 'cause he's English. Then I looked at myself in the mirror beside me. I have light brown, stringy as hell hair, hazel green eyes. I wore my skirt at a normal length, but it looked short 'cause I was wearing the school polo shirt plus the school sweater. I was wearing long socks and black Converse. I was wearing green eyeliner on top with black under my eyes.
She finally stopped thinking and stuck a box in her closet... And another... And another and another and another, when suddenly, she couldn't stick a box in the right place. "Bullshit!" she yelled. She stomped down on it so it would stay. But the damn thing wouldn't bugde... She decided to question her smarts and check if anything was under it--which she hightly doubted... Fucking cheap-ass house... Shit, there's something... It was a tape recorder that had a beaten-up Post-It note that had Play me! scrawled onto it. April pressed play.
"Hi, I'm June Summers," the tape started. What?...
"You wanna come to the Gilman?" "Yeah sure."
*End of Recap*
As we were sitting at the bar at Gilman Street, Billie asked her quite possibly the stupidest question ever, "So, you're from England?"
"No, I'm from fucking Indonesia!" April said, dramatically.
"Sorry. That was obvious..."
"Talk about it."
"Well, why don't we all introduce ourselves to each other!" Tre said, happily.
"I kinda know you guys..." Mike said.
"No... I mean to April, dumbass!" Tre yelled awfully loudly, playfully hitting Mike on the head.
"Okaaay."
"I'll start. I'm Frank Wright, but that's pretty homosexual... So to you I'm Tre Cool... I'm from around here, I'm sexy as fuckkkk--but you can see that, I like girls-only nights! Anddd I play drums in Sweettt Childrennn!"
She giggled as Mike started, "I'm Mike Pritchard, but to you I'm Mike Dirnt, I'm also from around here, I play bass in Sweet Children and... pshht... You'll just see when you get to know me..."
She looked at Billie Joe, who was watching the Henessey on the other side of the bar. He looked up. "Oh... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, I... play guitar and sing for Sweet Children, I like... Pffff... Ice cream... And I hate school... But I do like girls-only nights... And boys-only nights with Tre! 'Cause I'm a homo!"
She obviously knew he was kidding, who do you think she is? Then she noticed all attention was on her. "Hi I'm April Waters... April Waters to you... I hate my stepdad and I think that my mother's too happy... I haven't any idea where my dad is... Andddd..... I'm from Oxford... Actually from Indonesia but I don't tell anyone that..."
Billie Joe smiled... Maybe she didn't hate her so much, after all.
When they all decided to leave, they all said their goodbyes and hugged... Billie Joe was last and he couldn't help but realize that his hug seemed wayyy stiffer than the other guys'...
***
April climbed the stairs to her room to find boxes... Boxes and boxes and boxes... She lied down on her bed and thought about everything... She liked Mike and Tre. But Billie Joe... She looked over to her closet. Billie Joe just couldn't stick... He seemed kinda hard to get used to.
This is side one
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
The songs you grow to like
Might not stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus
And here is your verse
She thought about it, Maybe I'll get used to him... But if I can't now, how will I ever?
She thought about it until she'd had enough and she stuck her Maximum Rock n' Roll NOFX CD in. They weren't huge... But they were good! She flipped it to number 4, 'Bang Gang'.
We don't care, cause we're in a gang
Parties that we go to end up in a bang
Look at us funny and we'll shoot you dead
While we're there, we'll fill 'em with lead...
She never really got bored... Just had nothing to do... There's a difference, when you're bored, you can't think of anything... When you have nothing to do, you just think about stuff...
"Why do I have to move, Rose?" I said to my friend, you guessed it--Rose!
"I already told you! You don't! You can come to my house! You can hide in that crawlspace you always want to go in! I'll flip you a pancake every morning--but you have to catch it!" I had known Rose forever. She was such an optimist and I wasn't.
"Whatever... You know we can't do that!"
"Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud! You're foiling my plans!"
"Well I'm sorry, baby-love!!!" I said as we continued acting like weird people... What? We are weird people.
My friends Holly and James looked at us. We're weird, we know... "April I'm so not looking forward to you leaving... Promise you'll come visit me all the time?... Or at least visit Rose." Holly said. Her and Rose were next-door neighbors... Lucky shits.
"Yeah... And I'm always at Holly's anyways!" James laughed. He was Hollys boyfriend. I looked at three of my friends... They were the last ones left with me at school, so I decided to take a good look at them. Rose had red hair and blue eyes. She was kind of a red-haired Naomi Watts... Except not as pretty, no offence. She wore the navy blue plaid school skirt way long and she only wore her white long-sleeved school polo shirt. Holly had blonde hair and blue eyes... She kind of looked like a Barbie doll, except with more eyeliner. She hiked up her skirt and wore a button-up shirt and the school vest. James just wore the typical guy clothes... Khaki pants and polo shirt. He had dirty blonde hair and aqua blue eyes... His teeth were fucked, but that's 'cause he's English. Then I looked at myself in the mirror beside me. I have light brown, stringy as hell hair, hazel green eyes. I wore my skirt at a normal length, but it looked short 'cause I was wearing the school polo shirt plus the school sweater. I was wearing long socks and black Converse. I was wearing green eyeliner on top with black under my eyes.
She finally stopped thinking and stuck a box in her closet... And another... And another and another and another, when suddenly, she couldn't stick a box in the right place. "Bullshit!" she yelled. She stomped down on it so it would stay. But the damn thing wouldn't bugde... She decided to question her smarts and check if anything was under it--which she hightly doubted... Fucking cheap-ass house... Shit, there's something... It was a tape recorder that had a beaten-up Post-It note that had Play me! scrawled onto it. April pressed play.
"Hi, I'm June Summers," the tape started. What?...
