When the World Falls Down, chapter 4
What I didn't know at the time is that Green Day and Joey were following me on my motorcycle. I just now realized it when I pulled over, so did they. I laughed as I got off my motorcycle and leaned against it as I waited for them to do something. Finally, they all came out of the car.
"Jeez, you're a bunch of stalkers!" I laughed as Jason hugged me.
"Hello sweets," I said. He laughed and looked at my motorcycle.
"Never noticed how detailed it was," he simply said. I turned it off and sat backwards and leaned against the handlebars. My 'cycle was more detailed then most. Most of it was black, while cobalt flames licked throughout the handlebars and body, I looked like a real biker babe.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Well since you guys kept me up all night," I simply said.
"Aww, I'm sorry, where were you going?" Billie Joe asked.
"The Outsiders, you know, that one place I own."
"Jeez you're awfully cross."
"Don't interrupt my beauty sleep and I wouldn't be like this."
"You don't need sleep to be beautiful," Jason smiled.
"That's probably the corniest thing I've ever heard in my life!" Tré said while fixing the lens on his camera.
"What's with you and photography?" I asked.
"It's my new hobby, I needed one so I chose this one."
"Yeah, he obviously loves it," Mike said.
"And you are my focal point," Tré replied with a flash of his camera in my face. I blinked a couple of times, "I see dots."
"Tré, quit flirting with her!" Billie Joe joked.
"I'm not! She's just a really good experiment for my first gallery showing!"
"Oh goodie, now I'm a guinea pig," I said while yawning. I looked at Joey who had been silent the whole time.
"Wazzup little man, why you looking so down?" I joked. He just smiled weakly at me as Tré took another picture.
"If I so much as hear a click of that stupid camera, it's going to be in the trash!" I warned him. He stopped for a moment, then a took another picture of me in my angry mode.
"I couldn't resist!" he whined.
"Tré, do you know how freaked out she probably is that you just met and you're already choosing heras your focal point?" Jason asked. I looked back on Joey and he rolled his eyes and I giggled.
"Want a ride to the Outsiders Joey?" I asked. He eyed my helmet as I offered it to him, then my motorcyle.
"I promise, it's totally safe," I smiled. He shrugged and took my helmet and hopped on the motorcycle, a little awkwardly as I kicked the bar back and rode to the Outsiders. I think Green Day was a little awestruck as they got into Billie's BMW and rode next to us. I kept looking at them and smiling as they were mouthing the words along with the radio.
You're in an awful fix
Many people
Don't understand, no, no
They think loving, yeah, yeah
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss.
"Oh Sylvia!" they mouthed to the old time radio.
"Yes Mickey?" I mouthed back.
"How do you call your loverboy?"
"Come 'ere loverboy!"
"And if he doesn't answer?" they mouthed while shrugging their shoulders.
"Oh loverboy?"
"And if he still doesn't answer?"
"I simply say, baby, oh sweet baby oohh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one."
Joey was obviously irritated by how lame we must've looked. He sighed and I giggled. The song ended and I blew a kiss to Jason and he returned it.
***
"Whoa, I want to hang out here!" Tré complained as he plopped on one of the couches.
"Yeah Joey, you never told me that the Outsiders was this awesome?" Billie Joe asked.
"Well you never asked," Joey mumbled.
"How did you get the money for all of this?" Mike asked.
"I scraped and borrowed, and got a pretty good job to open this."
"What did you do?"
"I, uh, did tattoos."
"Wow, do you have any?" Tré asked.
"One on my lower back, one on each of my ankles and one on my shoulder."
"How can you take the pain? I've only had one done and it hurts!" Tré asked.
"I know this sounds weird, but I'm kinda addicted to the pain."
"Yeah, that is kinda weird," he replied.
"Can we see?" Jason asked. I nodded and I took off my socks and showed him my anklets of chains on my left ankle and rose veins on my right.
"It's my own version of love and hate," I said while Billie Joe grabbed one of my ankles and I had to keep my balance so I don't fall.
"Original," Tré said while snapping a picture of the one Billie was holding on to.
"Very," Mike added while he was snapping a picture of the other one that Mike grabbed (after Billie Joe set the other one down.)
"Ok, what's it say on your shoulder?" Tré asked. I rolled up my sleeve and showed him my tattoo of a rope with a noose in it, under it, it read, "how do you get your noose so tight?"
Mike laughed and I just smiled at him. Tré snapped a photo of it, how long is this going to go on?
"Ok, last one," I said. They nodded as I lifted up my shirt and lowered my pants slightly so you could see what it had said on there.
Green Day is love.with a black heart and an arrow going through it.
"Wow, wonder how many people have done that," Billie Joe scoffed. I gave him a icy look, that melted into tears, and wondered how he could be so cold.
"Bill, what was that for?" Jason asked him.
"What? That's just way too common!" Billie Joe argued.
"Look whatever, I still have to open," I said, my voice cracking a little bit.
"Look, Iris," he said. I gave him the cold shoulder, not caring about him at the moment. I sweeped the back, making sure the food was fresh and put the broom back. I felt someone enter the backroom and they walked over and put their arms around my waist.
"I'm, sorry, about, Billie," Jason said while planting a kiss on my neck in between each word.
"Don't worry about it," I said, my voice still cracking.
"Yes, I'm going to worry about it, because he needs to be a little more sensitive then he is."
"No Jason, it's ok, I get it."
"I personally love your tattoos."
"Yeah, so do I," Billie Joe said, who just appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry," he continued.
"For what?" I smiled at him.
"Jeez, you're a bunch of stalkers!" I laughed as Jason hugged me.
"Hello sweets," I said. He laughed and looked at my motorcycle.
"Never noticed how detailed it was," he simply said. I turned it off and sat backwards and leaned against the handlebars. My 'cycle was more detailed then most. Most of it was black, while cobalt flames licked throughout the handlebars and body, I looked like a real biker babe.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Well since you guys kept me up all night," I simply said.
"Aww, I'm sorry, where were you going?" Billie Joe asked.
"The Outsiders, you know, that one place I own."
"Jeez you're awfully cross."
"Don't interrupt my beauty sleep and I wouldn't be like this."
"You don't need sleep to be beautiful," Jason smiled.
"That's probably the corniest thing I've ever heard in my life!" Tré said while fixing the lens on his camera.
"What's with you and photography?" I asked.
"It's my new hobby, I needed one so I chose this one."
"Yeah, he obviously loves it," Mike said.
"And you are my focal point," Tré replied with a flash of his camera in my face. I blinked a couple of times, "I see dots."
"Tré, quit flirting with her!" Billie Joe joked.
"I'm not! She's just a really good experiment for my first gallery showing!"
"Oh goodie, now I'm a guinea pig," I said while yawning. I looked at Joey who had been silent the whole time.
"Wazzup little man, why you looking so down?" I joked. He just smiled weakly at me as Tré took another picture.
"If I so much as hear a click of that stupid camera, it's going to be in the trash!" I warned him. He stopped for a moment, then a took another picture of me in my angry mode.
"I couldn't resist!" he whined.
"Tré, do you know how freaked out she probably is that you just met and you're already choosing heras your focal point?" Jason asked. I looked back on Joey and he rolled his eyes and I giggled.
"Want a ride to the Outsiders Joey?" I asked. He eyed my helmet as I offered it to him, then my motorcyle.
"I promise, it's totally safe," I smiled. He shrugged and took my helmet and hopped on the motorcycle, a little awkwardly as I kicked the bar back and rode to the Outsiders. I think Green Day was a little awestruck as they got into Billie's BMW and rode next to us. I kept looking at them and smiling as they were mouthing the words along with the radio.
You're in an awful fix
Many people
Don't understand, no, no
They think loving, yeah, yeah
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss.
"Oh Sylvia!" they mouthed to the old time radio.
"Yes Mickey?" I mouthed back.
"How do you call your loverboy?"
"Come 'ere loverboy!"
"And if he doesn't answer?" they mouthed while shrugging their shoulders.
"Oh loverboy?"
"And if he still doesn't answer?"
"I simply say, baby, oh sweet baby oohh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one."
Joey was obviously irritated by how lame we must've looked. He sighed and I giggled. The song ended and I blew a kiss to Jason and he returned it.
***
"Whoa, I want to hang out here!" Tré complained as he plopped on one of the couches.
"Yeah Joey, you never told me that the Outsiders was this awesome?" Billie Joe asked.
"Well you never asked," Joey mumbled.
"How did you get the money for all of this?" Mike asked.
"I scraped and borrowed, and got a pretty good job to open this."
"What did you do?"
"I, uh, did tattoos."
"Wow, do you have any?" Tré asked.
"One on my lower back, one on each of my ankles and one on my shoulder."
"How can you take the pain? I've only had one done and it hurts!" Tré asked.
"I know this sounds weird, but I'm kinda addicted to the pain."
"Yeah, that is kinda weird," he replied.
"Can we see?" Jason asked. I nodded and I took off my socks and showed him my anklets of chains on my left ankle and rose veins on my right.
"It's my own version of love and hate," I said while Billie Joe grabbed one of my ankles and I had to keep my balance so I don't fall.
"Original," Tré said while snapping a picture of the one Billie was holding on to.
"Very," Mike added while he was snapping a picture of the other one that Mike grabbed (after Billie Joe set the other one down.)
"Ok, what's it say on your shoulder?" Tré asked. I rolled up my sleeve and showed him my tattoo of a rope with a noose in it, under it, it read, "how do you get your noose so tight?"
Mike laughed and I just smiled at him. Tré snapped a photo of it, how long is this going to go on?
"Ok, last one," I said. They nodded as I lifted up my shirt and lowered my pants slightly so you could see what it had said on there.
Green Day is love.with a black heart and an arrow going through it.
"Wow, wonder how many people have done that," Billie Joe scoffed. I gave him a icy look, that melted into tears, and wondered how he could be so cold.
"Bill, what was that for?" Jason asked him.
"What? That's just way too common!" Billie Joe argued.
"Look whatever, I still have to open," I said, my voice cracking a little bit.
"Look, Iris," he said. I gave him the cold shoulder, not caring about him at the moment. I sweeped the back, making sure the food was fresh and put the broom back. I felt someone enter the backroom and they walked over and put their arms around my waist.
"I'm, sorry, about, Billie," Jason said while planting a kiss on my neck in between each word.
"Don't worry about it," I said, my voice still cracking.
"Yes, I'm going to worry about it, because he needs to be a little more sensitive then he is."
"No Jason, it's ok, I get it."
"I personally love your tattoos."
"Yeah, so do I," Billie Joe said, who just appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry," he continued.
"For what?" I smiled at him.
