State of Mind, chapter 7
As we were walking home there was an awkward silence between the both of us. I hated awkward silences, they just seemed to me that I was in trouble, or I had done something wrong, so I decided to strike up a conversation with Ollie before we lost contact completely.
"So Ollie, how do you think you would sum up today?" I asked. It was the most stupid question I thought I could have asked anyone. I am so stupid.
"Same old usual day, you go to work, you come back from work and then do it all over again the next day" Ollie said.
"That's exactly how I feel about school." I stated.
"Really, so I guess you aren't a big fan of it huh?" Ollie asked.
"No, I can't say I am." I answered.
"But im sure I might go to college or something like that, I cant work for the rest of my life, I want to have some kind of goal, like explore the world or become a musician." I said hoping my dreams would come true.
"Well if you put your mind to it I'm sure it will come true, just never give up." Ollie said glancing at me hoping I was listening to what she was saying. I listen very carefully to what she was saying, Ollie was all I had, if I lost Ollie then my life would crash.
We finally made it home, it was 4 o'clock. I took a shower and went to my room and played my guitar. I played every song I could think of until I heard a knock on the door. I glanced over at my clock to see what the time was, it was 4:30. I got up quick and opened the door to see who it was.
"Good afternoon." a cheerful Billie Joe said looking at me with a huge smile glued across his face.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked him curiously.
"Well im happy to say that I passed my math test!" Billie yelled out.
"That's great, but how?" I asked him even more curiously.
"Well the guy sitting across from me is a geek, so I copied off him." Billie said happily.
"Well what happens if this so called 'geek' got all the answers wrong?" I asked looking over at Billie who seemed to have it all figured out.
"Well the thing about that is the fact that the chance of him writing the wrong answer down is very slim, and the fact that there is more chance of me passing that test by copying from his test then making up answers to things I have no clue about. Don't get me wrong I liked math, but then along came algebra and was just like, whoa whoa whoa whoa, slow down there' I hate it now." Billie continued
"Well I wouldn't blame you." I said.
"Hey, you still coming tonight?" Billie Joe asked. How could I say no, it sounded like a lot of fun, and I couldn't exactly say no now, could I?
"Well duh, I'm pretty excited." I say back to him.
"Awesome." he says looking over at my guitar.
"Hey can I have a look at your guitar?" he asks
"Yeah sure, go for it. Why?" I questioned him, what was so special about it?
"Ohh, I've never played a left handed guitar before, they are really retarded you know?" He said. I couldn't believe he thought the left-handed world was so retarded.
"Hey, my guitar ain't retarded, its you, all you right handers are, not us." I stated as a bit of a joke.
"Well come on, why are there so many right handed people in the world and so little left handers?" He asked
"Well, umm. I know, because all of the right handers made the left-handers write right handed!" I said which I believed was a true fact, although I doubt it was.
"Ohh, really, that still doesn't explain it." Billie laughed.
"Well it's a pretty good excuse to me. Anyways, do you know how hard it is to grow up in a right handed world when you are left-handed, probably not? You smudge your writing if you use an ink pen. Most of the toilet paper rolls are placed on the right hand side, most of the things you see today are right handed, and don't even get me started about scissors!" I said a bit angrily.
All I could see was Billie Joe looking at me in confusion. He started laughing a bit and then announced,
"I farted!"
I don't think we stopped laughing for a while.
We watched T.V. for a couple of hours before we decided to get ready. I went up to my room and put on some pants that were old and had holes in them and then put on my spiky belt. I shoved on a Misfits t-shirt after that and put on eye liner. I was practically ready. So I went to the T.V. room and watched T.V. while waiting for Billie. What was taking him so long, by the way he's going you'd think he was a girl trapped in a mans body!
"Sorry I took so long, I'm ready now." I hear Billie Joe as he enters the room.
"You sure, because by the way you were going I thought you were a girl for a second there. Not even I take that long to dress myself!" I said. I looked over at the clock and it was 6:30.
"Ooh, I forgot to tell you that we are gonna get a lift with Mike and Trè, so we are gonna have to walk to Tre house." He said looking over at me.
"Ok then, I will make it this time without complaining!" I said. I couldn't be stuffed walking. It wasn't that far, just three blocks away actually. I better take my asthma pump with me, he said something about moshing. The last time I was in a mosh pit I didn't have such a good time, I felt like I could pass out, I could hardly breath, I started gasping for air so I reached into my pockets and got out my pump and inhaled some. I felt better but I never wanted to leave the house without my asthma pump again.
We walked outside into the cold night, the streets were pitch black, you could only see each other by the glow of street lights. We walked on the cemented blocks until we reached Très house. They were waiting outside all ready to go.
"What took you guys so long?" Mike asked.
"Well you can ask Billie Joe over here about that." I said smiling.
"Billie?" Mike and Trè said in unison.
"I was getting ready, that's all." he said.
"You must be the only person that I know who takes THAT long to get ready." Trè yelled stumbling around.
"Ehh, I like to look good." Billie said.
We were walking over to the bus stops which apparently would take us strait to Gilman Street. Billie and Mike were walking in front of me while I was walking next to Trè.
"Hey, I just want to say that I'm sorry about the other day, when I was a bit forward with you, I had a bit to drink." Trè said apologetically.
"Nah! Don't worry about it. I thought it was funny" I said to him.
I couldn't help staring into his crystal eyes, I could easily get lost in them. Weirdly enough he started to stare back into mine. Our eyes were connected, until we got interrupted by Billie and Mike.
"Hey guys there's the bus, come on, if we don't run we will miss it." Billie yelled at us all. We ran around the corner and under the bus shelter. I think we had made it .The bus pulled up and we hopped on. We sat together until we reached Gilman.
Everyone sat quiet in the bus. I hated it. We all kinda just looked at each other, not speaking a word. Why were we being quiet? Is there some kind of law that people aren't allowed to talk to other people when they're on a bus? It was just a thing that everyone does. I don't know why though.
Then I started thinking about Trè, and what had happened right before when our eyes locked. Why was Trè on my mind? Yes he was pretty good looking. Ok maybe not, he was hot. But why would he go for me? I think it was just a spur of the moment, nothing for me to worry about. He's probably already got a girlfriend anyways.
The bus finally came to a stop around these run down factories. We jumped out and the bus left.
"Okay." Billie started as he took the lead. Everyone followed as before, Mike walking with Billie Joe leaving Trè and me behind.
"And now if you walk around the corner there should be a bunch of people lining up." Billie turned the corner and what he said was true.
I looked over at the line. There were so many different people. Goths, Punks, Rockabillys, Old school rockers, metal heads and out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw a hippy.
"Oooh, looks like were gonna have fun tonight guys!" Trè said in a funny voice while doing a little jig. I looked over to him and laughed. I looked through the small crowd of people to see them wearing Misfits shirts, buckles on their boots, big chains and a lot of scary looking people I thought id never meet in my whole life.
We lined up and payed our $2 entry fee. I walked through the double doors and went in. I could see some band setting up to play while people were making their way over to the front of the stage to get good spots.
"C'mon Isabel. You better get in quick before the good spots get taken." Mike said while taking my hand and leading me over to the far front. Billie and Trè followed.
"So Mike, do you know who's playing first?" I asked keeping my balance while being squashed by people.
"As a matter of fact I do. They're called Operation Ivy. They're a really cool band." Mike said while pointing his finger to them. As I looked around I could see Billie and Trè. I jumped up in the air to see if they were further back but no.
"Hey Mike, where's Billie and Trè?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Mike looked behind me and then over his shoulder. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I wouldn't have a clue." Mike said with a curious look on his face.
A couple of minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Where have you two been?" Asked Billie. Ahh, they've come back.
"We haven't moved. Where have you been?" Mike asked Billie.
"Well me and Trè here were just getting some drinks and then you two were gone" Billie said stumbling and getting squashed.
"Well you've found us now." I said. I looked back over to the band that was playing. They had all of their shit together and looked as if they were just about to start playing. They got into their positions.
"Good evening East Bay, I'm Jesse and we are Operation Ivy and by the time were done with you all, you're gonna scream for more!" the lead singer yelled into the microphone.
As we stood back they ripped into a song and from then on all I can remember was getting pushed about. I felt crowd surfer's crash on top of me and I fell down face first. I couldn't move, I took a deep breath and looked above. Someone fell on top of me. I turned to my side and they fell off. Then out of nowhere I felt two arms grabbing me around my waist and pick me up. I turned around and saw Trè behind me, with his hand around me and taking me out of the mosh pit. We kept walking until we got out. He walked me over to a table and got out a chair for me and himself.
"Shit, Isabel you're bleeding." He said pointing to my forehead. I picked up my hand and ran my fingers down it, I looked back at my fingers and they were covered in blood.
"Fuck!" I said to myself.
"Follow me." Trè said. So I got up and followed him. He grabbed my hand and led me into a room, well it was more like a kitchen, and it had an oven, a sink, a fridge and a couch. He led me over to the couch and then made his way over to a cupboard. From there he got out a tissue box and some band aids. He came back to the couch and sat down.
"Next time remind me not to take you into a mosh pit." He said while wiping my face with a damp towel.
"Don't worry, you don't have to remind me, I don't think I'll be going into one of those for a long time." I said. We both started laughing as Trè handed me a tissue to stop my bleeding nose. He placed a band aid over my forehead. "
So what else have I done to myself?" I asked feeling stupid. I could feel myself shaking; my body was still in shock.
"Well you have a scratch along your cheeks, and you have a bloody nose, and you are bleeding right there." Trè said pointing to my forehead.
"Ouch!" I said. I went over to the mirror. I looked a mess. My hair was all over the place and I had bits of blood under my nose. I took my hair out of my pony tail and fixed it again and I washed my face with some cold water.
"Hey pretty cool, I have a red band aid on my head." I stated laughing a bit.
"Yeah, I thought you might have liked red instead of the skin coloured ones. Those ones give me the shits!" Trè said. We both giggled a bit.
The air was cold and it was piercing my throat. I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket with me. All of a sudden my airwaves were closing in, and I was stumbling around like a drunken man. I started breathing heavily and pacing around the room really slowly.
"Whoa shit. Are you ok?" Trè panicked watching my fall to the ground.
"I can't breath." I said while gasping for mouthfuls of air.
I was having an asthma attack. I reached into my pocket praying I hadn't lost my asthma pump in the pit. I felt something round; it was my pump, thank god! I looked over at Trè who looked scared, he was going pale...
"Isabel! What's going on?" Trè yelled in shock.
I grabbed my pump out and inhaled it. I repeated it 3 times. Then I sat down and I curled up on the couch. I grabbed Trè's jacket that was lying next to me and started breathing and inhaling into it, the warm air it throughout the jacket faintly helped my airwaves expand and my breathing pattern that I had once lost a few minutes ago had come back and I was breathing again.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes. Lying down on the couch I put my hands over my eyes and felt two warm hands make their way around me.
"Here, wear this, you're freezing!" Trè said as he grabbed his jacket I had used to breathe through.
"Thanks" I said putting the jacket over me.
"What happened? Do you have asthma or something?" Trè asked rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, I should have said something. Ive had asthma since I was born. I'm just used to it, all that matters is that I have my asthma pump with me and I don't get hurt." I said lazily. I took another deep breath of air, still coming over the attack.
"You really scared me you know?" Trè said sliding his hands through his light brown hair.
"Im sorry Trè, I just get used to having asthma attacks it never makes me feel as though I have it. But thanks for not freaking out. Its bad having an asthma attack, but its worse when other people around you freak out, scream and pull out their hair because you're in this physical breathing spasm. It means a lot that you didn't do that." I said apologetically.
"Ok, I'll make a mental note of that." he laughed.
"And I'll do my best not to have an asthma attack again." I replied laughing.
With that, Trè came over to the couch and sat next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and I leant in closer, we sat in that position until we both dozed off with Operation Ivy playing in the background. Not long after I felt someone nudge me.
"Isabel, Trè, get off each other, where were you?" Billie Joe asked sounding a bit frustrated. Mike came in not long after with a hole down the side of his pants.
"Where were you guys? We were looking all over the place for you" Mike asked while going into the first aid box and taking out a packets of band-aids.
"Well, I was in the mosh pit and I fell over and got buckled by crowd surfers. That's how I got this scratch on my head" I said while peeling of the bandage to reveal the mark on my forehead.
"Shit Isabel, what the hell!" Billie Joe replied taking a closer look at my head.
"Please don't ask!" I said bandaging it back up.
"Hey Bill, what do you think about giving Isabel some moshing lessons?" said Trè folding his arms into his chest.
"Moshing lessons?" I asked wondering if this was a bad idea.
"Yeah! Well come on, you were the only girl in the mosh pit, you need to be able to defend yourself against those mow-hawked creeps" Billie Joe butted in.
"Ok then, but I'm not sure if im gonna go in the mosh pit again. I have asthma and it generally likes to, well how do you put it; it likes to come and go when it pleases. Actually I just apparently scared the living shit out of Trè just before when I had one." I said looking over at Trè who went red.
"Well I can't help but shit myself when someone sounds like they're gonna die!" said Trè while fumbling around.
"Wait, you had an asthma attack?" Billie Joe asked.
"Yeah, just before. But like what I said, its nothing to worry about, they just come and go whenever they like." I said while moving towards the fridge to get a glass of water.
"Mike, what the hell are you doing?" I asked pointing to his pants. The holes were now being stuck together by band aids.
"I'm sticking my pants back together by using these band aids, is there something wrong with that?" Mike asked raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing I can think of." I said back. As Mike finished up sticking his pants back together we packed our things up and went on our way home.
On our way home we were unusually quiet. Mike walked besides Billie and behind them followed me and Trè. We kept walking until we came across a familiar house, it was Tre's house. I took off his jacket and handed it over to him to take back.
"No you have it for now, your bloody freezing. You don't want to catch a cold now?" He said with a smile on his face.
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Yeah, course I am. You can bring it back to me if you want tomorrow." He replied by taking the jacket and putting it around me. He then leant down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. By then I had realized I was as red as a tomato!
"Bye Trè, bye Mike." said Billie waving them a good-bye.
"C-ya guys." I said while waving back at them.
Me and Bill were walking home from Très when all of a sudden Bill said "I think you like Trè." with a look of curiosity covering his face.
"No I don't!" I said blushing through my sentence.
"You know Trè likes you?" Billie said while walking though his lawn
"No he doesn't." I said back to him.
"Trust me, I think he does. You can tell every time he looks at you. Haven't you noticed?" Bill said getting the keys out of his pockets.
"And how would you know?" I asked bluntly.
"Well, I don't. But I'm gonna ask him tomorrow". Said Bill still fumbling around his pockets for his keys.
"No, don't do that." I said.
"And why's that?" said Bill getting frustrated with his pockets.
"Cause you'll embarrass me!" I said raising my voice a little.
"You would only get embarrassed if you like him." Billie said trying to annoy and confuse me.
"No! Now we are gonna end this conversation and go to bed." I said quite impressed with myself.
"You see the problem with that is I don't have my keys so I hope you know how to climb through a window." Bill said taking me around the back.
"Nice. I see you have to go through the laundry window as well." I said remembering my old laundry window. I always forgot to bring my keys with me so I had to go through the laundry window.
"So Ollie, how do you think you would sum up today?" I asked. It was the most stupid question I thought I could have asked anyone. I am so stupid.
"Same old usual day, you go to work, you come back from work and then do it all over again the next day" Ollie said.
"That's exactly how I feel about school." I stated.
"Really, so I guess you aren't a big fan of it huh?" Ollie asked.
"No, I can't say I am." I answered.
"But im sure I might go to college or something like that, I cant work for the rest of my life, I want to have some kind of goal, like explore the world or become a musician." I said hoping my dreams would come true.
"Well if you put your mind to it I'm sure it will come true, just never give up." Ollie said glancing at me hoping I was listening to what she was saying. I listen very carefully to what she was saying, Ollie was all I had, if I lost Ollie then my life would crash.
We finally made it home, it was 4 o'clock. I took a shower and went to my room and played my guitar. I played every song I could think of until I heard a knock on the door. I glanced over at my clock to see what the time was, it was 4:30. I got up quick and opened the door to see who it was.
"Good afternoon." a cheerful Billie Joe said looking at me with a huge smile glued across his face.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked him curiously.
"Well im happy to say that I passed my math test!" Billie yelled out.
"That's great, but how?" I asked him even more curiously.
"Well the guy sitting across from me is a geek, so I copied off him." Billie said happily.
"Well what happens if this so called 'geek' got all the answers wrong?" I asked looking over at Billie who seemed to have it all figured out.
"Well the thing about that is the fact that the chance of him writing the wrong answer down is very slim, and the fact that there is more chance of me passing that test by copying from his test then making up answers to things I have no clue about. Don't get me wrong I liked math, but then along came algebra and was just like, whoa whoa whoa whoa, slow down there' I hate it now." Billie continued
"Well I wouldn't blame you." I said.
"Hey, you still coming tonight?" Billie Joe asked. How could I say no, it sounded like a lot of fun, and I couldn't exactly say no now, could I?
"Well duh, I'm pretty excited." I say back to him.
"Awesome." he says looking over at my guitar.
"Hey can I have a look at your guitar?" he asks
"Yeah sure, go for it. Why?" I questioned him, what was so special about it?
"Ohh, I've never played a left handed guitar before, they are really retarded you know?" He said. I couldn't believe he thought the left-handed world was so retarded.
"Hey, my guitar ain't retarded, its you, all you right handers are, not us." I stated as a bit of a joke.
"Well come on, why are there so many right handed people in the world and so little left handers?" He asked
"Well, umm. I know, because all of the right handers made the left-handers write right handed!" I said which I believed was a true fact, although I doubt it was.
"Ohh, really, that still doesn't explain it." Billie laughed.
"Well it's a pretty good excuse to me. Anyways, do you know how hard it is to grow up in a right handed world when you are left-handed, probably not? You smudge your writing if you use an ink pen. Most of the toilet paper rolls are placed on the right hand side, most of the things you see today are right handed, and don't even get me started about scissors!" I said a bit angrily.
All I could see was Billie Joe looking at me in confusion. He started laughing a bit and then announced,
"I farted!"
I don't think we stopped laughing for a while.
We watched T.V. for a couple of hours before we decided to get ready. I went up to my room and put on some pants that were old and had holes in them and then put on my spiky belt. I shoved on a Misfits t-shirt after that and put on eye liner. I was practically ready. So I went to the T.V. room and watched T.V. while waiting for Billie. What was taking him so long, by the way he's going you'd think he was a girl trapped in a mans body!
"Sorry I took so long, I'm ready now." I hear Billie Joe as he enters the room.
"You sure, because by the way you were going I thought you were a girl for a second there. Not even I take that long to dress myself!" I said. I looked over at the clock and it was 6:30.
"Ooh, I forgot to tell you that we are gonna get a lift with Mike and Trè, so we are gonna have to walk to Tre house." He said looking over at me.
"Ok then, I will make it this time without complaining!" I said. I couldn't be stuffed walking. It wasn't that far, just three blocks away actually. I better take my asthma pump with me, he said something about moshing. The last time I was in a mosh pit I didn't have such a good time, I felt like I could pass out, I could hardly breath, I started gasping for air so I reached into my pockets and got out my pump and inhaled some. I felt better but I never wanted to leave the house without my asthma pump again.
We walked outside into the cold night, the streets were pitch black, you could only see each other by the glow of street lights. We walked on the cemented blocks until we reached Très house. They were waiting outside all ready to go.
"What took you guys so long?" Mike asked.
"Well you can ask Billie Joe over here about that." I said smiling.
"Billie?" Mike and Trè said in unison.
"I was getting ready, that's all." he said.
"You must be the only person that I know who takes THAT long to get ready." Trè yelled stumbling around.
"Ehh, I like to look good." Billie said.
We were walking over to the bus stops which apparently would take us strait to Gilman Street. Billie and Mike were walking in front of me while I was walking next to Trè.
"Hey, I just want to say that I'm sorry about the other day, when I was a bit forward with you, I had a bit to drink." Trè said apologetically.
"Nah! Don't worry about it. I thought it was funny" I said to him.
I couldn't help staring into his crystal eyes, I could easily get lost in them. Weirdly enough he started to stare back into mine. Our eyes were connected, until we got interrupted by Billie and Mike.
"Hey guys there's the bus, come on, if we don't run we will miss it." Billie yelled at us all. We ran around the corner and under the bus shelter. I think we had made it .The bus pulled up and we hopped on. We sat together until we reached Gilman.
Everyone sat quiet in the bus. I hated it. We all kinda just looked at each other, not speaking a word. Why were we being quiet? Is there some kind of law that people aren't allowed to talk to other people when they're on a bus? It was just a thing that everyone does. I don't know why though.
Then I started thinking about Trè, and what had happened right before when our eyes locked. Why was Trè on my mind? Yes he was pretty good looking. Ok maybe not, he was hot. But why would he go for me? I think it was just a spur of the moment, nothing for me to worry about. He's probably already got a girlfriend anyways.
The bus finally came to a stop around these run down factories. We jumped out and the bus left.
"Okay." Billie started as he took the lead. Everyone followed as before, Mike walking with Billie Joe leaving Trè and me behind.
"And now if you walk around the corner there should be a bunch of people lining up." Billie turned the corner and what he said was true.
I looked over at the line. There were so many different people. Goths, Punks, Rockabillys, Old school rockers, metal heads and out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw a hippy.
"Oooh, looks like were gonna have fun tonight guys!" Trè said in a funny voice while doing a little jig. I looked over to him and laughed. I looked through the small crowd of people to see them wearing Misfits shirts, buckles on their boots, big chains and a lot of scary looking people I thought id never meet in my whole life.
We lined up and payed our $2 entry fee. I walked through the double doors and went in. I could see some band setting up to play while people were making their way over to the front of the stage to get good spots.
"C'mon Isabel. You better get in quick before the good spots get taken." Mike said while taking my hand and leading me over to the far front. Billie and Trè followed.
"So Mike, do you know who's playing first?" I asked keeping my balance while being squashed by people.
"As a matter of fact I do. They're called Operation Ivy. They're a really cool band." Mike said while pointing his finger to them. As I looked around I could see Billie and Trè. I jumped up in the air to see if they were further back but no.
"Hey Mike, where's Billie and Trè?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Mike looked behind me and then over his shoulder. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I wouldn't have a clue." Mike said with a curious look on his face.
A couple of minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Where have you two been?" Asked Billie. Ahh, they've come back.
"We haven't moved. Where have you been?" Mike asked Billie.
"Well me and Trè here were just getting some drinks and then you two were gone" Billie said stumbling and getting squashed.
"Well you've found us now." I said. I looked back over to the band that was playing. They had all of their shit together and looked as if they were just about to start playing. They got into their positions.
"Good evening East Bay, I'm Jesse and we are Operation Ivy and by the time were done with you all, you're gonna scream for more!" the lead singer yelled into the microphone.
As we stood back they ripped into a song and from then on all I can remember was getting pushed about. I felt crowd surfer's crash on top of me and I fell down face first. I couldn't move, I took a deep breath and looked above. Someone fell on top of me. I turned to my side and they fell off. Then out of nowhere I felt two arms grabbing me around my waist and pick me up. I turned around and saw Trè behind me, with his hand around me and taking me out of the mosh pit. We kept walking until we got out. He walked me over to a table and got out a chair for me and himself.
"Shit, Isabel you're bleeding." He said pointing to my forehead. I picked up my hand and ran my fingers down it, I looked back at my fingers and they were covered in blood.
"Fuck!" I said to myself.
"Follow me." Trè said. So I got up and followed him. He grabbed my hand and led me into a room, well it was more like a kitchen, and it had an oven, a sink, a fridge and a couch. He led me over to the couch and then made his way over to a cupboard. From there he got out a tissue box and some band aids. He came back to the couch and sat down.
"Next time remind me not to take you into a mosh pit." He said while wiping my face with a damp towel.
"Don't worry, you don't have to remind me, I don't think I'll be going into one of those for a long time." I said. We both started laughing as Trè handed me a tissue to stop my bleeding nose. He placed a band aid over my forehead. "
So what else have I done to myself?" I asked feeling stupid. I could feel myself shaking; my body was still in shock.
"Well you have a scratch along your cheeks, and you have a bloody nose, and you are bleeding right there." Trè said pointing to my forehead.
"Ouch!" I said. I went over to the mirror. I looked a mess. My hair was all over the place and I had bits of blood under my nose. I took my hair out of my pony tail and fixed it again and I washed my face with some cold water.
"Hey pretty cool, I have a red band aid on my head." I stated laughing a bit.
"Yeah, I thought you might have liked red instead of the skin coloured ones. Those ones give me the shits!" Trè said. We both giggled a bit.
The air was cold and it was piercing my throat. I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket with me. All of a sudden my airwaves were closing in, and I was stumbling around like a drunken man. I started breathing heavily and pacing around the room really slowly.
"Whoa shit. Are you ok?" Trè panicked watching my fall to the ground.
"I can't breath." I said while gasping for mouthfuls of air.
I was having an asthma attack. I reached into my pocket praying I hadn't lost my asthma pump in the pit. I felt something round; it was my pump, thank god! I looked over at Trè who looked scared, he was going pale...
"Isabel! What's going on?" Trè yelled in shock.
I grabbed my pump out and inhaled it. I repeated it 3 times. Then I sat down and I curled up on the couch. I grabbed Trè's jacket that was lying next to me and started breathing and inhaling into it, the warm air it throughout the jacket faintly helped my airwaves expand and my breathing pattern that I had once lost a few minutes ago had come back and I was breathing again.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes. Lying down on the couch I put my hands over my eyes and felt two warm hands make their way around me.
"Here, wear this, you're freezing!" Trè said as he grabbed his jacket I had used to breathe through.
"Thanks" I said putting the jacket over me.
"What happened? Do you have asthma or something?" Trè asked rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, I should have said something. Ive had asthma since I was born. I'm just used to it, all that matters is that I have my asthma pump with me and I don't get hurt." I said lazily. I took another deep breath of air, still coming over the attack.
"You really scared me you know?" Trè said sliding his hands through his light brown hair.
"Im sorry Trè, I just get used to having asthma attacks it never makes me feel as though I have it. But thanks for not freaking out. Its bad having an asthma attack, but its worse when other people around you freak out, scream and pull out their hair because you're in this physical breathing spasm. It means a lot that you didn't do that." I said apologetically.
"Ok, I'll make a mental note of that." he laughed.
"And I'll do my best not to have an asthma attack again." I replied laughing.
With that, Trè came over to the couch and sat next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and I leant in closer, we sat in that position until we both dozed off with Operation Ivy playing in the background. Not long after I felt someone nudge me.
"Isabel, Trè, get off each other, where were you?" Billie Joe asked sounding a bit frustrated. Mike came in not long after with a hole down the side of his pants.
"Where were you guys? We were looking all over the place for you" Mike asked while going into the first aid box and taking out a packets of band-aids.
"Well, I was in the mosh pit and I fell over and got buckled by crowd surfers. That's how I got this scratch on my head" I said while peeling of the bandage to reveal the mark on my forehead.
"Shit Isabel, what the hell!" Billie Joe replied taking a closer look at my head.
"Please don't ask!" I said bandaging it back up.
"Hey Bill, what do you think about giving Isabel some moshing lessons?" said Trè folding his arms into his chest.
"Moshing lessons?" I asked wondering if this was a bad idea.
"Yeah! Well come on, you were the only girl in the mosh pit, you need to be able to defend yourself against those mow-hawked creeps" Billie Joe butted in.
"Ok then, but I'm not sure if im gonna go in the mosh pit again. I have asthma and it generally likes to, well how do you put it; it likes to come and go when it pleases. Actually I just apparently scared the living shit out of Trè just before when I had one." I said looking over at Trè who went red.
"Well I can't help but shit myself when someone sounds like they're gonna die!" said Trè while fumbling around.
"Wait, you had an asthma attack?" Billie Joe asked.
"Yeah, just before. But like what I said, its nothing to worry about, they just come and go whenever they like." I said while moving towards the fridge to get a glass of water.
"Mike, what the hell are you doing?" I asked pointing to his pants. The holes were now being stuck together by band aids.
"I'm sticking my pants back together by using these band aids, is there something wrong with that?" Mike asked raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing I can think of." I said back. As Mike finished up sticking his pants back together we packed our things up and went on our way home.
On our way home we were unusually quiet. Mike walked besides Billie and behind them followed me and Trè. We kept walking until we came across a familiar house, it was Tre's house. I took off his jacket and handed it over to him to take back.
"No you have it for now, your bloody freezing. You don't want to catch a cold now?" He said with a smile on his face.
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Yeah, course I am. You can bring it back to me if you want tomorrow." He replied by taking the jacket and putting it around me. He then leant down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. By then I had realized I was as red as a tomato!
"Bye Trè, bye Mike." said Billie waving them a good-bye.
"C-ya guys." I said while waving back at them.
Me and Bill were walking home from Très when all of a sudden Bill said "I think you like Trè." with a look of curiosity covering his face.
"No I don't!" I said blushing through my sentence.
"You know Trè likes you?" Billie said while walking though his lawn
"No he doesn't." I said back to him.
"Trust me, I think he does. You can tell every time he looks at you. Haven't you noticed?" Bill said getting the keys out of his pockets.
"And how would you know?" I asked bluntly.
"Well, I don't. But I'm gonna ask him tomorrow". Said Bill still fumbling around his pockets for his keys.
"No, don't do that." I said.
"And why's that?" said Bill getting frustrated with his pockets.
"Cause you'll embarrass me!" I said raising my voice a little.
"You would only get embarrassed if you like him." Billie said trying to annoy and confuse me.
"No! Now we are gonna end this conversation and go to bed." I said quite impressed with myself.
"You see the problem with that is I don't have my keys so I hope you know how to climb through a window." Bill said taking me around the back.
"Nice. I see you have to go through the laundry window as well." I said remembering my old laundry window. I always forgot to bring my keys with me so I had to go through the laundry window.
