'Extraordinary Girl' as such, chapter 6
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First proper night sleep I've had in ages. I tried to roll over to shut off the alarm but couldn't. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see a pair of bright blue aqua eyes staring back at me.
"Bobbi, move." I smiled, trying to push him off.
"No," he said, pushing me down again and kissing me.
"Bobbi, we're gonna be late if you don't let me get ready," I said sitting up again.
"No, we have five minutes." He smiled, and shrugged.
I looked at him, "If we take these five minutes, I'll have to go naked," I started, he grinned. "Shut up, now move before I have to hurt you." I smiled at him, he looked at me, as if to say 'yeah, like you could hurt me.'
I smiled sweetly at him and flipped him off the bed, he landed on the floor with a light thud. I got out of bed, bent down and kissed him, "Told ya babe." I smiled and pulled some clothes out of the closet.
We walked into the studio, Bobbi holding an ice pack to the back of his head, and sat down at the table, "I really didn't throw you that hard," I said passing him a coffee. He didn't say anything. "Look, don't huff. The guy's will be here in a while. Do you want them to see you huffing?" I asked, he didn't reply again. I shrugged, "Fine, huff, but I'm going to get changed." I smiled, wriggled my eyebrows, lifted my coffee and left the room slowly. Bobbi sat for a few minutes, and then ran after me.
*Tré's P.O.V.*
"Come on," I said impatiently as Mike and Jo got into the car.
"I don't see why I have to collect everyone," I huffed a little, I hate driving with a hangover. Mike shook his head,
"Come on dude, let's go get Billie Joe," he said as he smiled and threw his arm over the back seat. I put the car into gear and pulled out of his drive.
Billie Joe was standing waiting for us, outside his door. He's not usually a morning person, but when it's time to record a video, he's so excited, he's up at the crack of dawn.
"What the fuck kept you?" he asked climbing into the passenger's seat. I shrugged and pulled out of the drive again, and headed for the studio.
"We're all going on a...summer holiday..." Mike sang as we walked into the studio.
"What is in that coffee dude?" Billie asked, turning to me. We had stopped to drop Joanne off for a day of shopping, and given her the address to the studio, and we just happened to drop her off opposite a Starbucks.
I shrugged, "A shit load of sugar and caffeine," I said.
Billie Joe sighed, "Are you telling me that you got Mike on a sugar rush when we're supposed to be filming?!" he yelled, I nodded.
"Well you were stoned when we recorded all the other ones!" I yelled back, he sighed again as he threw his cup in the bin. "God Billie Joe, you treat us like kids sometimes, I am only 10 months younger than you," I said and walked out of the room.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V.**
"Guy's come see this!" Tré yelled as he ran into the room again. I looked up from my guitar and smiled as he bounced around the room. I shook my head and stood up.
"What is it Tré?" I asked, he smiled.
"The set, I just saw the set. It's awesome!" he yelled.
"It's here, they've started filming?" I asked, he nodded very enthusiastically and Mike started jumping around with him.
"Okay, let's go." I smiled, taking off my guitar, and he led us out to the set.
"Wow," I whispered as Tré and Mike jumped around happily, Mike being hyper and Tré just being Tré.
"CUT!" Mark yelled, "Guy's you do this every time. I gave you an opportunity to see the set before we started filming and you said no, but as soon as the camera starts rolling, you wanna see," he said, his voice raised a little at the end, Mike and Tré stopped jumping around so much and stood beside me.
"Sowey Mark, we're just excited," Tré smiled, Mark nodded and laughed.
"Okay, go get changed and we'll do you're part next. The guy's are just putting finishing touches to your room." He smiled and Mike and Tré both ran for the door. 'And they wonder why I treat them like kids.' I thought to myself as I walked towards the door.
*Night on the third and final day of filming*
*Steph's P.O.V.*
"Bobbi," I said, walking into the bedroom, he looked up at me, "I'm going home in two days," I said, frowning a little, he smiled a little at me.
"Well, let's see just how much time we can spend together before you leave," he said smirking, I smiled.
"That is a good idea, but I was thinking maybe if you ever got some time off, you could come visit me." He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, that'd be great, and you could always come visit me too," he smiled. Yeah, like I'm going to be allowed to take holidays with a month of school to catch up on, I smiled to myself, and turned out the light.
Mike was moping around on his own downstairs, he had thought that he and Jo had really hit it off, but she left the day before without saying anything to him, it had been bizarre to him, but she really likes him too, she's just a little shy because he's a famous rock god and stuff.
Beep
I rolled over in the bed and lifted my phone, 1 new message, from Joanne:
Hey dol, soz I cudn't stay til de end, but I needed 2 go home. I'll do u a deal, I won't tell ne1 bout ur shenanigans in the states, if u giv Mike my no. tb. x.
I smiled to myself, and replied,
Ur 4geting time difrence, u woke me up bitch lol, yea, deals on, I'll talk to Mike in de mornin nd txt u bak den, say hi 2 my pplz, ask Marcus for Cara's number. x
I sent the message, locked the phone and fell back to sleep in no time.
*Next morning*
I woke up to find Bobbi was already awake, and he was just lying in the bed watching me sleep, "It's not nice to stare you know." I smiled, opening my eyes. He smiled and kissed me. I sat up in the bed, and lifted my phone, another message from Jo.
Is it morning yet? What did Mike say?
I smiled, and turned to Bobbi, "I'll be back in a minute, do you want some coffee up?" I asked, he shook his head.
"Nah, I'm gonna get a shower and then I'll be down," he smiled.
"Okay, I've gotta go talk to Mike," I smiled and left the room.
"Mike, you down here?" I called walking into the kitchen, he looked up from his newspaper, I smiled, "Woo, you look rough, but still hot," I said, pouring myself a mug of coffee, and topping his up.
He looked at me, "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not," he said, I smiled.
"Well, you're hot when you're rough, and you're hot when you're not rough, so it's a very big compliment," I smiled, he blushed a little, "Oh, and Jo thinks so to." I smiled, as he looked at me again.
"What?" he said hopefully.
"Well, she wanted me to give you this," I said handing him a piece of paper, he opened it and looked over at me confused.
"It's her number, and the code."
I smiled, "She was just a little shy, because you're famous, and she didn't want to make a fool of herself."
I smiled, as his face lit up, "You mean... she wants me to call her?" he asked.
"Yeah, as long as you don't mind her living in Ireland," I smiled, he jumped up and headed for the phone. "Mike, don't worry if she can't talk, she's probably at work," I called out after him smiling.
***
"Wow that is really good. What did you do to it to make me look so hot?" I smiled as the video ended.
"Yeah, it turned out really well, better than I expected." Billie Joe smiled, and ruffled my hair, I turned to him,
"Don't ever do that to me again." I smiled, smoothing my hair down again, tears began to fill my eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Tré asked, sitting down on the couch beside me.
"Oh, nothing, it's just... this has been the best time ever. I've met you guys, my idols, I've spent a month in America, I'm in a music video, it's just been... great," I smiled.
"Awww, come here," Tré said, pulling me into a hug, a few moments later Mike and Billie Joe joined the hug laughing, so I was literally smothered in Green Day.
*Five minutes later*
"Okay guys, I'm over my emotional moment. As much as I love being smothered by you three, I'm slowly running out of oxygen," I giggled from under them. They slowly let go of me and stood up, still laughing.
"So, you sorted out someone collecting you at the other end tomorrow?" Mike asked, I nodded.
"Yeah, my car is at the airport so I can drive home," I smiled, he nodded.
"Well, that's okay then." He smiled,.
"You can drive?" Tré said, a little surprised. I nodded.
"Yeah, I got my test about six months ago, and I've been driving for about a year," I smiled.
Tré jumped up and pulled on his coat, "I'll be back in an hour!" he yelled and ran for the door before anyone could ask any questions. We all just looked at each other in confusion, and Billie Joe shrugged.
"So, where is Bobbi today?" Billie Joe asked.
"He had to do things at home, for his mom or something," I said, looking over at him.
"Oh, okay, fair enough," he replied smiling a little.
*One hour later*
Tré came running through the door, with a huge smile on his face, "Come on guys!" he yelled throwing our jackets at us.
"What the fuck is going on Tré?" Mike asked, hanging up his phone,.
"Come on, you'll see when we get there." He smiled and dragged us out of the studio to his car.
He jumped into the driver seat, and fidgeted a little while we piled into his car.
"Come on!" he yelled and started the car, he began to pull off as I closed my door. Tré looked at me in the rear view mirror, "Do you have your drivers licence with you?" he asked, I thought for a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, I have it, why?" I asked.
"Bobbi, move." I smiled, trying to push him off.
"No," he said, pushing me down again and kissing me.
"Bobbi, we're gonna be late if you don't let me get ready," I said sitting up again.
"No, we have five minutes." He smiled, and shrugged.
I looked at him, "If we take these five minutes, I'll have to go naked," I started, he grinned. "Shut up, now move before I have to hurt you." I smiled at him, he looked at me, as if to say 'yeah, like you could hurt me.'
I smiled sweetly at him and flipped him off the bed, he landed on the floor with a light thud. I got out of bed, bent down and kissed him, "Told ya babe." I smiled and pulled some clothes out of the closet.
We walked into the studio, Bobbi holding an ice pack to the back of his head, and sat down at the table, "I really didn't throw you that hard," I said passing him a coffee. He didn't say anything. "Look, don't huff. The guy's will be here in a while. Do you want them to see you huffing?" I asked, he didn't reply again. I shrugged, "Fine, huff, but I'm going to get changed." I smiled, wriggled my eyebrows, lifted my coffee and left the room slowly. Bobbi sat for a few minutes, and then ran after me.
*Tré's P.O.V.*
"Come on," I said impatiently as Mike and Jo got into the car.
"I don't see why I have to collect everyone," I huffed a little, I hate driving with a hangover. Mike shook his head,
"Come on dude, let's go get Billie Joe," he said as he smiled and threw his arm over the back seat. I put the car into gear and pulled out of his drive.
Billie Joe was standing waiting for us, outside his door. He's not usually a morning person, but when it's time to record a video, he's so excited, he's up at the crack of dawn.
"What the fuck kept you?" he asked climbing into the passenger's seat. I shrugged and pulled out of the drive again, and headed for the studio.
"We're all going on a...summer holiday..." Mike sang as we walked into the studio.
"What is in that coffee dude?" Billie asked, turning to me. We had stopped to drop Joanne off for a day of shopping, and given her the address to the studio, and we just happened to drop her off opposite a Starbucks.
I shrugged, "A shit load of sugar and caffeine," I said.
Billie Joe sighed, "Are you telling me that you got Mike on a sugar rush when we're supposed to be filming?!" he yelled, I nodded.
"Well you were stoned when we recorded all the other ones!" I yelled back, he sighed again as he threw his cup in the bin. "God Billie Joe, you treat us like kids sometimes, I am only 10 months younger than you," I said and walked out of the room.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V.**
"Guy's come see this!" Tré yelled as he ran into the room again. I looked up from my guitar and smiled as he bounced around the room. I shook my head and stood up.
"What is it Tré?" I asked, he smiled.
"The set, I just saw the set. It's awesome!" he yelled.
"It's here, they've started filming?" I asked, he nodded very enthusiastically and Mike started jumping around with him.
"Okay, let's go." I smiled, taking off my guitar, and he led us out to the set.
"Wow," I whispered as Tré and Mike jumped around happily, Mike being hyper and Tré just being Tré.
"CUT!" Mark yelled, "Guy's you do this every time. I gave you an opportunity to see the set before we started filming and you said no, but as soon as the camera starts rolling, you wanna see," he said, his voice raised a little at the end, Mike and Tré stopped jumping around so much and stood beside me.
"Sowey Mark, we're just excited," Tré smiled, Mark nodded and laughed.
"Okay, go get changed and we'll do you're part next. The guy's are just putting finishing touches to your room." He smiled and Mike and Tré both ran for the door. 'And they wonder why I treat them like kids.' I thought to myself as I walked towards the door.
*Night on the third and final day of filming*
*Steph's P.O.V.*
"Bobbi," I said, walking into the bedroom, he looked up at me, "I'm going home in two days," I said, frowning a little, he smiled a little at me.
"Well, let's see just how much time we can spend together before you leave," he said smirking, I smiled.
"That is a good idea, but I was thinking maybe if you ever got some time off, you could come visit me." He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, that'd be great, and you could always come visit me too," he smiled. Yeah, like I'm going to be allowed to take holidays with a month of school to catch up on, I smiled to myself, and turned out the light.
Mike was moping around on his own downstairs, he had thought that he and Jo had really hit it off, but she left the day before without saying anything to him, it had been bizarre to him, but she really likes him too, she's just a little shy because he's a famous rock god and stuff.
Beep
I rolled over in the bed and lifted my phone, 1 new message, from Joanne:
Hey dol, soz I cudn't stay til de end, but I needed 2 go home. I'll do u a deal, I won't tell ne1 bout ur shenanigans in the states, if u giv Mike my no. tb. x.
I smiled to myself, and replied,
Ur 4geting time difrence, u woke me up bitch lol, yea, deals on, I'll talk to Mike in de mornin nd txt u bak den, say hi 2 my pplz, ask Marcus for Cara's number. x
I sent the message, locked the phone and fell back to sleep in no time.
*Next morning*
I woke up to find Bobbi was already awake, and he was just lying in the bed watching me sleep, "It's not nice to stare you know." I smiled, opening my eyes. He smiled and kissed me. I sat up in the bed, and lifted my phone, another message from Jo.
Is it morning yet? What did Mike say?
I smiled, and turned to Bobbi, "I'll be back in a minute, do you want some coffee up?" I asked, he shook his head.
"Nah, I'm gonna get a shower and then I'll be down," he smiled.
"Okay, I've gotta go talk to Mike," I smiled and left the room.
"Mike, you down here?" I called walking into the kitchen, he looked up from his newspaper, I smiled, "Woo, you look rough, but still hot," I said, pouring myself a mug of coffee, and topping his up.
He looked at me, "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not," he said, I smiled.
"Well, you're hot when you're rough, and you're hot when you're not rough, so it's a very big compliment," I smiled, he blushed a little, "Oh, and Jo thinks so to." I smiled, as he looked at me again.
"What?" he said hopefully.
"Well, she wanted me to give you this," I said handing him a piece of paper, he opened it and looked over at me confused.
"It's her number, and the code."
I smiled, "She was just a little shy, because you're famous, and she didn't want to make a fool of herself."
I smiled, as his face lit up, "You mean... she wants me to call her?" he asked.
"Yeah, as long as you don't mind her living in Ireland," I smiled, he jumped up and headed for the phone. "Mike, don't worry if she can't talk, she's probably at work," I called out after him smiling.
***
"Wow that is really good. What did you do to it to make me look so hot?" I smiled as the video ended.
"Yeah, it turned out really well, better than I expected." Billie Joe smiled, and ruffled my hair, I turned to him,
"Don't ever do that to me again." I smiled, smoothing my hair down again, tears began to fill my eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Tré asked, sitting down on the couch beside me.
"Oh, nothing, it's just... this has been the best time ever. I've met you guys, my idols, I've spent a month in America, I'm in a music video, it's just been... great," I smiled.
"Awww, come here," Tré said, pulling me into a hug, a few moments later Mike and Billie Joe joined the hug laughing, so I was literally smothered in Green Day.
*Five minutes later*
"Okay guys, I'm over my emotional moment. As much as I love being smothered by you three, I'm slowly running out of oxygen," I giggled from under them. They slowly let go of me and stood up, still laughing.
"So, you sorted out someone collecting you at the other end tomorrow?" Mike asked, I nodded.
"Yeah, my car is at the airport so I can drive home," I smiled, he nodded.
"Well, that's okay then." He smiled,.
"You can drive?" Tré said, a little surprised. I nodded.
"Yeah, I got my test about six months ago, and I've been driving for about a year," I smiled.
Tré jumped up and pulled on his coat, "I'll be back in an hour!" he yelled and ran for the door before anyone could ask any questions. We all just looked at each other in confusion, and Billie Joe shrugged.
"So, where is Bobbi today?" Billie Joe asked.
"He had to do things at home, for his mom or something," I said, looking over at him.
"Oh, okay, fair enough," he replied smiling a little.
*One hour later*
Tré came running through the door, with a huge smile on his face, "Come on guys!" he yelled throwing our jackets at us.
"What the fuck is going on Tré?" Mike asked, hanging up his phone,.
"Come on, you'll see when we get there." He smiled and dragged us out of the studio to his car.
He jumped into the driver seat, and fidgeted a little while we piled into his car.
"Come on!" he yelled and started the car, he began to pull off as I closed my door. Tré looked at me in the rear view mirror, "Do you have your drivers licence with you?" he asked, I thought for a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, I have it, why?" I asked.
