All The Good Titles Were Taken...So We Used This One!, chapter 7
Jamie woke up with a start. She had heard a noise.She looked at the small clock on the wall, it read 6:30. Who the fuck is that!? she asked herself. She wondered what it was, she'd heard that sound not too long ago. Then she realised, it sounded a little bit like her step-mom, but she knew it wouldn't be her. After a while of listening she woke up fully. She decided that she just had to find out who was making that sound. She moved the tattooed arm from around her waist and borrowed Billie's shirt and boxers that were on the floor. She looked in Mike's room and saw him sleeping soundly while holding a teddy. Jamie giggled slightly. She walked over to Ashley and Tré's room, she saw Tré fast asleep but she couldn't see Ashley there. She knew that her friend had stayed here last night because she'd heard her and Tré. Where was she now? She heard the noise again, it was coming from the bathroom. She walked over to the bathroom and slowly opened the door. There was Ashley, tears streaming down her face as she held on tightly to the toilet seat. She looked so ill, Jamie had seen her friend being sick before (18th birthday if your at all interested) but this time she could tell it was different.
"Ashley?" asked Jamie nevously walking towards her friend.
"Jamie, help me, this isn't a hangover, I can tell," Ashley said through tears.
"Do you want to go to the doctors later?"Jamie replied nevously.
"We're supposed to be buying a apartment today in Berkley, you need my opinion too."
"Ok, you're never going to forgive me for this. I'm going to go back to sleep, when you're done, you do the same, ok?"
"Ok," replied Ashley as she shivered in the bed-sheet that was wrapped around her.
***
Tré turned over to face where Ashley slept. He tried to put his arm around her waist, but all he could feel was the warm patch where she had been about 10 minutes ago. He woke up confused by this and hearing the conversation in the bathroom. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and walked towards the bathroom. Tré was about to open the door when Jamie walked out, making him jump.
"Jamie,what's going on?"asked a confused Tré.
"Ashley's sick. Go help her." ordered Jamie as she headed towards where her and Billie were sleeping. Tré opened the bathroom door and saw Ashley crying her eyes out as she stood up.
"You got a hangover?" asked Tré as he edged closer to her.
"This ain't a hangover. They're never this bad." Ashley wispered as more tears streamed down her face. Tré gave her a long hug and then they both realised that Ashley has probably got rid of everything that CAN make her sick so they went back to bed.
***
Later that morning. All of the band were in a good mood as they didn't have a concert today. But both Tré and Jamie were concerned about Ashley so they booked her in at the clinic down the street. Billie was going to go with Jamie to see the apartments as they had aggreed that Billie would probably spent most of his time there with Jamie anyway. Ashley and Tré were going to the doctors to find out if she'll be ok, Ashley had wanted to go alone but Tré insisted on coming too. And Mike couldn't decide whether to go with Billie and Jamie or Ashley and Tré. After about an hour later he wondered where Jamie and Billie were, but then Tré told him that Jamie and Billie left to look at the apartments 45 minutes ago. So Mike realised that he had to go with Ashley and Tré who were already getting keys etc.
"Hey, guys can I come with you?" asked Mike, just as Ashley and Tré were walking through the door.
"Sure, ok,"replied Tré keen to get there in time. The three went through the door and stood in the elavator. Mike pressed the button to take them down to the lobby. He watched Tré and Ashley leaning against the wall of the elavator. He watched how Ashley snuggled up to him and he watched how Tré played with her hair and kissed her cheek. He missed Brittany now more than ever. The elavator juddered to a halt and the trio walked out into the street. Tré waved his arms wildly, trying to get the attention of a cab that was heading their way. The cab pulled over and they were about to pile in when Mike heard the most dreaded sound in the world.
"OMG!OMG!OMG! Green Day are there!!!Run!" cried an excited voice from in the distance. Teenies!
"Get into the fucking cab. NOW!" cried Mike as they scooted onto the back seat. They drove off leaving the teenies crying in the street, having just missed their chance to meet most of Green Day. The cab ride only took ten minutes and they'd arrived at the clinic. The trio sat in a clean white waiting room staring at all of the anti-bacteria posters on the wall. Tré put his arm around Ashley and realised she was shaking. He wondered if she was going to puke again. Suddenly, making them all jump a nurse called Ashley's name. Ashley and Tré walked into the room. No sooner did Tré enter than he was sent out again.
"Not welcome?" Mike asked, breaking the silence.
"They said that they needed to ask her some personal stuff and that I didn't need to hear it," Tré replied in a bored voice.
"Damn doctors, you'd wanna hear it if it's your girlfriend," Mike said as he tried to comfort Tré.
"It was Ashley who told me to get out," Tré replied. Mike mouthed, "Oh". It was only then that Tré realised that Mike had addressed Ashley as his girlfriend. Should he introduce her to people as his girlfriend?
***
Ashley sat on a cold, hard examination bed as the nurse asked her, yet, another load of questions. Mainly about her lifestyle and about her past/current boyfriends. She was then told that she needs a few tests taken. Finally she understood why Jamie always stood up against animal-testing, she felt like one of those animals. About half an hour later the nurse returned with her test results.
"Well?" Started Ashley.
"I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which do you want first?" Asked the nurse.
"Bad news."
"Ashley?" asked Jamie nevously walking towards her friend.
"Jamie, help me, this isn't a hangover, I can tell," Ashley said through tears.
"Do you want to go to the doctors later?"Jamie replied nevously.
"We're supposed to be buying a apartment today in Berkley, you need my opinion too."
"Ok, you're never going to forgive me for this. I'm going to go back to sleep, when you're done, you do the same, ok?"
"Ok," replied Ashley as she shivered in the bed-sheet that was wrapped around her.
***
Tré turned over to face where Ashley slept. He tried to put his arm around her waist, but all he could feel was the warm patch where she had been about 10 minutes ago. He woke up confused by this and hearing the conversation in the bathroom. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and walked towards the bathroom. Tré was about to open the door when Jamie walked out, making him jump.
"Jamie,what's going on?"asked a confused Tré.
"Ashley's sick. Go help her." ordered Jamie as she headed towards where her and Billie were sleeping. Tré opened the bathroom door and saw Ashley crying her eyes out as she stood up.
"You got a hangover?" asked Tré as he edged closer to her.
"This ain't a hangover. They're never this bad." Ashley wispered as more tears streamed down her face. Tré gave her a long hug and then they both realised that Ashley has probably got rid of everything that CAN make her sick so they went back to bed.
***
Later that morning. All of the band were in a good mood as they didn't have a concert today. But both Tré and Jamie were concerned about Ashley so they booked her in at the clinic down the street. Billie was going to go with Jamie to see the apartments as they had aggreed that Billie would probably spent most of his time there with Jamie anyway. Ashley and Tré were going to the doctors to find out if she'll be ok, Ashley had wanted to go alone but Tré insisted on coming too. And Mike couldn't decide whether to go with Billie and Jamie or Ashley and Tré. After about an hour later he wondered where Jamie and Billie were, but then Tré told him that Jamie and Billie left to look at the apartments 45 minutes ago. So Mike realised that he had to go with Ashley and Tré who were already getting keys etc.
"Hey, guys can I come with you?" asked Mike, just as Ashley and Tré were walking through the door.
"Sure, ok,"replied Tré keen to get there in time. The three went through the door and stood in the elavator. Mike pressed the button to take them down to the lobby. He watched Tré and Ashley leaning against the wall of the elavator. He watched how Ashley snuggled up to him and he watched how Tré played with her hair and kissed her cheek. He missed Brittany now more than ever. The elavator juddered to a halt and the trio walked out into the street. Tré waved his arms wildly, trying to get the attention of a cab that was heading their way. The cab pulled over and they were about to pile in when Mike heard the most dreaded sound in the world.
"OMG!OMG!OMG! Green Day are there!!!Run!" cried an excited voice from in the distance. Teenies!
"Get into the fucking cab. NOW!" cried Mike as they scooted onto the back seat. They drove off leaving the teenies crying in the street, having just missed their chance to meet most of Green Day. The cab ride only took ten minutes and they'd arrived at the clinic. The trio sat in a clean white waiting room staring at all of the anti-bacteria posters on the wall. Tré put his arm around Ashley and realised she was shaking. He wondered if she was going to puke again. Suddenly, making them all jump a nurse called Ashley's name. Ashley and Tré walked into the room. No sooner did Tré enter than he was sent out again.
"Not welcome?" Mike asked, breaking the silence.
"They said that they needed to ask her some personal stuff and that I didn't need to hear it," Tré replied in a bored voice.
"Damn doctors, you'd wanna hear it if it's your girlfriend," Mike said as he tried to comfort Tré.
"It was Ashley who told me to get out," Tré replied. Mike mouthed, "Oh". It was only then that Tré realised that Mike had addressed Ashley as his girlfriend. Should he introduce her to people as his girlfriend?
***
Ashley sat on a cold, hard examination bed as the nurse asked her, yet, another load of questions. Mainly about her lifestyle and about her past/current boyfriends. She was then told that she needs a few tests taken. Finally she understood why Jamie always stood up against animal-testing, she felt like one of those animals. About half an hour later the nurse returned with her test results.
"Well?" Started Ashley.
"I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which do you want first?" Asked the nurse.
"Bad news."
