Another Story About This Subject, chapter 4
Still Marks POV
"She is what?" Joey said wide eyes.
"Dude you deaf-" I start,
"No I mean... Are you serious? Cos if this is a joke I will fucking-"
"It's no joke I'm serious."
Joeys POV
I studied Mark's face. Shit he does look serious. Shit shit shit.
"Shit you're not lying." I say quiet. Mark nods. I slouch further into my chair.
"Man she is just in a band, aren't you happy you're dating a rockstar?" Mark asks confused.
"No not really." There is absolutely no expression in my voice now.
"Why?"
"My dad was in a band most of the time I was growing up. I hated it when he was on tour and when Green Day finally ended a few years ago I wasn't only disappointed for the band but I was kinda relieved. I could see my dad more and the whole tour shit was finally over... Now it's gonna happen all over again."
Marks POV
I looked at Joey for awhile. He had tears slowly brimming in his eyes. Fuck, this is gonna screw up a good relationship... Well the beginning of one.
Next Day, Tamara's POV
I wake up with Amy screaming some weird hand clap song down the hallway.
"Shut the hell up!" I yell pulling my bed covers over my head. Just at the wrong time my phone rings.
"Friggen hell." I mutter to myself. I pick up the phone and answer it.
"Hello?" I say quietly wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
"Hey it's Joey, did I wake you up?"
"Nah Amy took care of that." I hear him laugh. Man what time is it?
"Hey Tam listen we gotta talk."
"Yeah okay when?"
"Tonight, 7?" Shit! Shit shit shit! That's when the band plays at some club... Maybe I could slip through.
"Umm make it 8, at the Blue Lune club."
"Kay do you want me to pick you up or something."
"Nah it's fine I'll meet you there."
"Ok."
We said our goodbyes and hung up. Man we aren't even official and he wants to 'talk'. Oh crap! 'The Talk' means he is gonna reject me and we have only had one date! Wait are we even going out? Okay, if everything goes ok tonight I'll ask him. Right that's my plan.
I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked at my reflection wide eyed.
"AMY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!?!?!" I yelled. 10 Friggen centimeters of my hair was cut, now it is just below my shoulders and my hair isn't layered anymore. Amy walks in slowly with a guilty look, the look that makes her look like she is 4.
"I played hairdresser." she said quietly, she held up a pair of scissors.
I grabbed another pair of scissors out of the bathroom draw and chased her out.
[b] 5 pm <b/>
I was sitting on a stool in the lounge room. Lana was looking at my hair trying to figure out what to do with it. There was long and short bits everywhere. It is a total mess.
"Maybe I should... Nah." Lana stuttered.
"Can't you do anything." I whined.
"I could just get it even."
"Do that, anything but this is good... Except for no hair at all!" She laughed and got out a pair of scissors.
"One question." I said.
"Yeah."
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"Hey trust me."
"I'm wondering if I should."
"She is what?" Joey said wide eyes.
"Dude you deaf-" I start,
"No I mean... Are you serious? Cos if this is a joke I will fucking-"
"It's no joke I'm serious."
Joeys POV
I studied Mark's face. Shit he does look serious. Shit shit shit.
"Shit you're not lying." I say quiet. Mark nods. I slouch further into my chair.
"Man she is just in a band, aren't you happy you're dating a rockstar?" Mark asks confused.
"No not really." There is absolutely no expression in my voice now.
"Why?"
"My dad was in a band most of the time I was growing up. I hated it when he was on tour and when Green Day finally ended a few years ago I wasn't only disappointed for the band but I was kinda relieved. I could see my dad more and the whole tour shit was finally over... Now it's gonna happen all over again."
Marks POV
I looked at Joey for awhile. He had tears slowly brimming in his eyes. Fuck, this is gonna screw up a good relationship... Well the beginning of one.
Next Day, Tamara's POV
I wake up with Amy screaming some weird hand clap song down the hallway.
"Shut the hell up!" I yell pulling my bed covers over my head. Just at the wrong time my phone rings.
"Friggen hell." I mutter to myself. I pick up the phone and answer it.
"Hello?" I say quietly wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
"Hey it's Joey, did I wake you up?"
"Nah Amy took care of that." I hear him laugh. Man what time is it?
"Hey Tam listen we gotta talk."
"Yeah okay when?"
"Tonight, 7?" Shit! Shit shit shit! That's when the band plays at some club... Maybe I could slip through.
"Umm make it 8, at the Blue Lune club."
"Kay do you want me to pick you up or something."
"Nah it's fine I'll meet you there."
"Ok."
We said our goodbyes and hung up. Man we aren't even official and he wants to 'talk'. Oh crap! 'The Talk' means he is gonna reject me and we have only had one date! Wait are we even going out? Okay, if everything goes ok tonight I'll ask him. Right that's my plan.
I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked at my reflection wide eyed.
"AMY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!?!?!" I yelled. 10 Friggen centimeters of my hair was cut, now it is just below my shoulders and my hair isn't layered anymore. Amy walks in slowly with a guilty look, the look that makes her look like she is 4.
"I played hairdresser." she said quietly, she held up a pair of scissors.
I grabbed another pair of scissors out of the bathroom draw and chased her out.
[b] 5 pm <b/>
I was sitting on a stool in the lounge room. Lana was looking at my hair trying to figure out what to do with it. There was long and short bits everywhere. It is a total mess.
"Maybe I should... Nah." Lana stuttered.
"Can't you do anything." I whined.
"I could just get it even."
"Do that, anything but this is good... Except for no hair at all!" She laughed and got out a pair of scissors.
"One question." I said.
"Yeah."
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"Hey trust me."
"I'm wondering if I should."
