The Origin Of Saint Jimmy, chapter 3
"Well," Holiday said, after the two had walked a couple more blocks. "Here we are." They were standing in front of a very nice brick house. Jimmy looked at Holiday, then back at the house. "Whoa." Holiday smiled. "Nice, huh?" He nodded slowly. "Let's go in." She walked him to the door and opened it, letting him walk inside first. The inside was just as nice as the outside. The rooms were painted pastel colors, everything was color coordinated, vases of flowers were set up in each room. It felt like a huge doll house to Jimmy. "C'mon," She said, walking up the steps. "You can leave your stuff in my room." Jimmy followed her up the steps and into the first room, Holiday's bedroom. She grinned and opened the door, letting Jimmy in. Holiday's room was like nothing Jimmy had ever seen. The walls were painted bright red, and the floor and ceiling black. Jimmy looked around in awe. Posters of different bands were hung on the wall. Song lyrics and sheet music covered the floor in front of a beautiful custom Fender guitar. It was a red and black TC-90 Thinline (And for those of you who don't know your guitars: http://fender.com/products/search.php?partno=0262300561 ) with a guitar strap that read "Police Line: Do Not Cross". Jimmy laughed, making Holiday blush. Jimmy smiled, looking around again as she went downstairs to find him a sleeping bag. He set his stuff down next to a notebook labeled:
Heart Grenade
Curious about what might be in it, he picked it up and opened it. Song lyrics and music sheets to songs he had never heard of poured out. Pictures of a band playing were taped to the pages, and dates were written underneath. He scanned the pictures, trying to figure out which band it was, when he saw Holiday at the microphone, playing lead guitar. He went to look closer when the notebook was snatched out of his hands. "Jimmy!" Holiday cried. "You're in a band?" He asked. Holiday blushed a bright red, as Jimmy took the notebook back. "Yes, I'm in a band." Holiday said softly, unrolling the sleeping bag on the floor. Jimmy looked at the pictures once again. "Kill?" Jimmy cried. "No, Heart Grenade, you idiot." She said. Jimmy shook his head. "No, your drummer." He pointed at the girl in the picture. "Kill, Jesus's girlfriend." Holiday raised an eyebrow. "Jesus?" Jimmy shook his head again. "Jesus of Suburbia," he said. "Jay, Jarred Reklaw?" "Ohhh..." Holiday said. "The goth kid?" "He's not goth," Jimmy pointed out, "He's punk. Just like you an me." Holiday sighed. "Whatever." As Jimmy handed her back the notebook, a flyer fell out. Jimmy grabbed it before she could. "Battle of the Bands, eh?" He grinned. Holiday blushed even redder. "Yeah." She snatched it back. "DO you really think Heart Grenade stands a chance against Explicite?" Holiday grinned. "Hell yes." Jimmy laughed. "An all girl's band against my all boy's band?" Holiday nodded. "Kill can beat the shit out of those drums." "So can Jesus." Jimmy shot back. "Well, Jinx's an Amazing Bass player." Holiday cried. Jimmy grinned. "Idiot's is the best f***in' bass player in the world." He said. Holiday didn't have a come back for that one. "Heart Grenade still doesn't stand a chance against Explicite." Jimmy said again. "I wouldn't be so sure." Holiday growled. Jimmy picked up her guitar and handed it to her. "Play me something then." He said. "C'mon Holiday, let's see how good you really are." Holiday shrugged and took the guitar, and put it on. "Play what?" She asked. "Play...the first few chords of the song you're playing for Battle of the Bands." He said. Holiday smiled. "Oh, I dunno if you're ready for that." Jimmy grinned his crooked grin. "Try me." Holiday's smile broadened. "You asked for it." She played a few practice chords to warm up, and then launched into Holiday. "Holy shit." Jimmy cried, his eyes widening. Holiday stopped, a satisfied look on her face. "I told you." She handed the guitar back to Jimmy. "I played part of mine, you play part of your's." Jimmy grinned. "Alright." He put the guitar on, and after playing a few practice chords himself, he launched into St. Jimmy's first few chords. Holiday's eyes widened too. "Whoa." She cried. Jimmy took the guitar off, and set it back on it's stand. "That's so much better than 'I Want To Be Alone.'" She said, happily. "I can't wait to go against you." "Same here." They both looked into each others eyes. Jimmy suddenly felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was a tingling sensation that started in his hands and eventually spread through out his whole body. "Jimmy?" Holiday asked, breaking the eye contact. "You wanna go watch some TV?" "Sure." He said, letting her go down the stairs first. The sensation was gone now, but he couldn't help but wonder what it was. And why he suddenly wanted to be closer to Holiday.
Heart Grenade
Curious about what might be in it, he picked it up and opened it. Song lyrics and music sheets to songs he had never heard of poured out. Pictures of a band playing were taped to the pages, and dates were written underneath. He scanned the pictures, trying to figure out which band it was, when he saw Holiday at the microphone, playing lead guitar. He went to look closer when the notebook was snatched out of his hands. "Jimmy!" Holiday cried. "You're in a band?" He asked. Holiday blushed a bright red, as Jimmy took the notebook back. "Yes, I'm in a band." Holiday said softly, unrolling the sleeping bag on the floor. Jimmy looked at the pictures once again. "Kill?" Jimmy cried. "No, Heart Grenade, you idiot." She said. Jimmy shook his head. "No, your drummer." He pointed at the girl in the picture. "Kill, Jesus's girlfriend." Holiday raised an eyebrow. "Jesus?" Jimmy shook his head again. "Jesus of Suburbia," he said. "Jay, Jarred Reklaw?" "Ohhh..." Holiday said. "The goth kid?" "He's not goth," Jimmy pointed out, "He's punk. Just like you an me." Holiday sighed. "Whatever." As Jimmy handed her back the notebook, a flyer fell out. Jimmy grabbed it before she could. "Battle of the Bands, eh?" He grinned. Holiday blushed even redder. "Yeah." She snatched it back. "DO you really think Heart Grenade stands a chance against Explicite?" Holiday grinned. "Hell yes." Jimmy laughed. "An all girl's band against my all boy's band?" Holiday nodded. "Kill can beat the shit out of those drums." "So can Jesus." Jimmy shot back. "Well, Jinx's an Amazing Bass player." Holiday cried. Jimmy grinned. "Idiot's is the best f***in' bass player in the world." He said. Holiday didn't have a come back for that one. "Heart Grenade still doesn't stand a chance against Explicite." Jimmy said again. "I wouldn't be so sure." Holiday growled. Jimmy picked up her guitar and handed it to her. "Play me something then." He said. "C'mon Holiday, let's see how good you really are." Holiday shrugged and took the guitar, and put it on. "Play what?" She asked. "Play...the first few chords of the song you're playing for Battle of the Bands." He said. Holiday smiled. "Oh, I dunno if you're ready for that." Jimmy grinned his crooked grin. "Try me." Holiday's smile broadened. "You asked for it." She played a few practice chords to warm up, and then launched into Holiday. "Holy shit." Jimmy cried, his eyes widening. Holiday stopped, a satisfied look on her face. "I told you." She handed the guitar back to Jimmy. "I played part of mine, you play part of your's." Jimmy grinned. "Alright." He put the guitar on, and after playing a few practice chords himself, he launched into St. Jimmy's first few chords. Holiday's eyes widened too. "Whoa." She cried. Jimmy took the guitar off, and set it back on it's stand. "That's so much better than 'I Want To Be Alone.'" She said, happily. "I can't wait to go against you." "Same here." They both looked into each others eyes. Jimmy suddenly felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was a tingling sensation that started in his hands and eventually spread through out his whole body. "Jimmy?" Holiday asked, breaking the eye contact. "You wanna go watch some TV?" "Sure." He said, letting her go down the stairs first. The sensation was gone now, but he couldn't help but wonder what it was. And why he suddenly wanted to be closer to Holiday.
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