Unexpected Children Form the Unsuspecting Past, chapter 1
Okay. This is my first story and just to let you know, it's mainly a My Chemical Romance story. But, no worries 'cause Green Day plays a big part in it too. Now, on with the story.
"Victoria? You awake?" My boyfriend of two years, Mikey, asked one night while watching movies, snuggled up close to one another.
"Mmmm" I was almost asleep and would most likely not hear what he had to say.
"I have something important to tell you. They guys and I got signed and we have to go on tour." He didn't seem too happy about this.
"That's great!" I was immediately awakened and somewhat hyper. Scratch that. I was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. My brother's band was signed a few years ago, so I knew what it was all about.
"I know"
"Why don't you sound as happy as you should be?"
"Because we can't take anyone with us."
"Oh," You could tell I was disappointed. "When do you leave?"
"At 5 a.m."
"Oh," Again, I was disappointed. Although this time, there was a mixture of sadness. This would be the last night we spend together. "Well, wake me up when you have to leave." Turning over, I began to drift into a horrible nightmare.
I heard him agree and mumble an 'I love you' before falling asleep himself.
"I love you, too" I whispered back, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.
But, in the morning, I was never woken up...
My pillow and face were wet and I knew I had been crying again. I had been having the same dream for the past six years.
"...Victoria, wake up. Get up, Vicki. Vicki get the fuck up! Your kid is hungry and Billie won't let me near the stove after what happened last time." My older brother, Tre, hissed in my ear. I moved in with Tre and his band mates shortly after Mikey left to go on tour. "Don't make me get Evil all up in your grill."
"Tre, stop trying to be gangster. Your as white as a sheet." I mumbled into my pillow.
"Huh?" The squeaky voice of Evelyn, my 5-year-old daughter came from the doorway.
"Too late," Tre snickered as he walked to the little girl.
"Uncle Twe, is mommy stiwl asweep?"
"Yes."
"Fuck me," Hmm. I wonder whom she gets her language from? Note the sarcasm in my thoughts. There was a pitter-patter of little feet as Evelyn, Evil or Eve for short, scurried into my room with, what I'm guessing was a glass of water, as I am now soaked.
"Shit." I seethed. "Do you have to do that every morning?" Living with Tre and his friends, Mike and Billie Joe, I had come to learn to sleep with a towel on my pillow so I didn't have to stick it in the drier everyday.
"All right, I'm up. Now what do you want for breakfast?" I yawned, pulling back the covers and heading for the kitchen.
"Victoria? You awake?" My boyfriend of two years, Mikey, asked one night while watching movies, snuggled up close to one another.
"Mmmm" I was almost asleep and would most likely not hear what he had to say.
"I have something important to tell you. They guys and I got signed and we have to go on tour." He didn't seem too happy about this.
"That's great!" I was immediately awakened and somewhat hyper. Scratch that. I was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. My brother's band was signed a few years ago, so I knew what it was all about.
"I know"
"Why don't you sound as happy as you should be?"
"Because we can't take anyone with us."
"Oh," You could tell I was disappointed. "When do you leave?"
"At 5 a.m."
"Oh," Again, I was disappointed. Although this time, there was a mixture of sadness. This would be the last night we spend together. "Well, wake me up when you have to leave." Turning over, I began to drift into a horrible nightmare.
I heard him agree and mumble an 'I love you' before falling asleep himself.
"I love you, too" I whispered back, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.
But, in the morning, I was never woken up...
My pillow and face were wet and I knew I had been crying again. I had been having the same dream for the past six years.
"...Victoria, wake up. Get up, Vicki. Vicki get the fuck up! Your kid is hungry and Billie won't let me near the stove after what happened last time." My older brother, Tre, hissed in my ear. I moved in with Tre and his band mates shortly after Mikey left to go on tour. "Don't make me get Evil all up in your grill."
"Tre, stop trying to be gangster. Your as white as a sheet." I mumbled into my pillow.
"Huh?" The squeaky voice of Evelyn, my 5-year-old daughter came from the doorway.
"Too late," Tre snickered as he walked to the little girl.
"Uncle Twe, is mommy stiwl asweep?"
"Yes."
"Fuck me," Hmm. I wonder whom she gets her language from? Note the sarcasm in my thoughts. There was a pitter-patter of little feet as Evelyn, Evil or Eve for short, scurried into my room with, what I'm guessing was a glass of water, as I am now soaked.
"Shit." I seethed. "Do you have to do that every morning?" Living with Tre and his friends, Mike and Billie Joe, I had come to learn to sleep with a towel on my pillow so I didn't have to stick it in the drier everyday.
"All right, I'm up. Now what do you want for breakfast?" I yawned, pulling back the covers and heading for the kitchen.
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