Fight for your Right, chapter 5
I looked at the number in my hand for a while. I mean, she was his ex-girlfriend, totally different story. But still, Lyndi was right, she probably hated him just as much. I don't know, but might as well.
Our clock got to four, slowly enough, and I decided to call her. I didn't know if she would be sad still because she was his ex, or if she had forgotten about him, or what. But might as well.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ashley?" I replied into the phone.
"Yeah, who's this?"
I rolled my eyes a little, "Its Melissa Strawser. Hey you know Billie? Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"That stupid skeez? Yeah, do I know him..."
"Great, well, I was wondering, if you kind of, well, hated him?"
"Does he want to get back together? Well you tell him, that he can kiss my-"
"No no no," I interrupted, "Its just that, well, I kind of hate him to, and I was told that I could call you for...well, someone to help me get revenge on him?"
She just gasped, "Seriously?! Oh my god, sweet! Where do you live?"
"Well, you know where he lives?" I asked smiling.
"Yeah..." she said slowly, maybe a little confused, I'm not sure...
"I live in the white house across the street from him."
"Perfect, see ya in a few!" and she hung up.
I just looked at the phone for a moment. Does that mean she's coming over?
I knew mom wouldn't be home until about five thirty. And Erin went to grandmas, because I was such an untrustworthy daughter. So I was home alone until five thirty or six, so what next?
Sure enough though, five or ten minutes later, Ashley Varner was beating on my door. I got up and opened it and she ran into my house.
"So what are we gonna do?!" she said all excited.
"Well, that's why I called you-"
"I've got it, the one thing he loves!" she said getting all evilish on me.
I didn't know what she was talking about at first, she just had an evil grin on her face. Then I realized what she was talking about. And smiled too.
Blue.
***
"All right now, you have to understand, I respect guitars, and I know how much Billie loves Blue, so we can't destroy it or anything," I said laughing. She was kind of annoying, and rambling on about how we could burn it and crap. I mean, god lady.
"I thought you wanted revenge?" she said confused.
"Yeah, but you see, there's a certain extent to revenge. You can't cause so much that they want revenge on *you*. But we want to get the point across," I said slowly. She wasn't the brightest star in the sky.
"Okey..." she said looking down as if that completely ruined the whole plan. "How about we spray paint it blue or something!!"
"No! No no no. We just hold it hostage, alright?"
But she was just gazing off into space. "Yeah, baby blue! So girly..."
"No! Just...just SHUT...UP!! Leave, your work here is done! Besides, his guitars already blue you idiot!!" I said shoving her out the door. God she was annoying. At least she gave me an idea.
Our clock got to four, slowly enough, and I decided to call her. I didn't know if she would be sad still because she was his ex, or if she had forgotten about him, or what. But might as well.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ashley?" I replied into the phone.
"Yeah, who's this?"
I rolled my eyes a little, "Its Melissa Strawser. Hey you know Billie? Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"That stupid skeez? Yeah, do I know him..."
"Great, well, I was wondering, if you kind of, well, hated him?"
"Does he want to get back together? Well you tell him, that he can kiss my-"
"No no no," I interrupted, "Its just that, well, I kind of hate him to, and I was told that I could call you for...well, someone to help me get revenge on him?"
She just gasped, "Seriously?! Oh my god, sweet! Where do you live?"
"Well, you know where he lives?" I asked smiling.
"Yeah..." she said slowly, maybe a little confused, I'm not sure...
"I live in the white house across the street from him."
"Perfect, see ya in a few!" and she hung up.
I just looked at the phone for a moment. Does that mean she's coming over?
I knew mom wouldn't be home until about five thirty. And Erin went to grandmas, because I was such an untrustworthy daughter. So I was home alone until five thirty or six, so what next?
Sure enough though, five or ten minutes later, Ashley Varner was beating on my door. I got up and opened it and she ran into my house.
"So what are we gonna do?!" she said all excited.
"Well, that's why I called you-"
"I've got it, the one thing he loves!" she said getting all evilish on me.
I didn't know what she was talking about at first, she just had an evil grin on her face. Then I realized what she was talking about. And smiled too.
Blue.
***
"All right now, you have to understand, I respect guitars, and I know how much Billie loves Blue, so we can't destroy it or anything," I said laughing. She was kind of annoying, and rambling on about how we could burn it and crap. I mean, god lady.
"I thought you wanted revenge?" she said confused.
"Yeah, but you see, there's a certain extent to revenge. You can't cause so much that they want revenge on *you*. But we want to get the point across," I said slowly. She wasn't the brightest star in the sky.
"Okey..." she said looking down as if that completely ruined the whole plan. "How about we spray paint it blue or something!!"
"No! No no no. We just hold it hostage, alright?"
But she was just gazing off into space. "Yeah, baby blue! So girly..."
"No! Just...just SHUT...UP!! Leave, your work here is done! Besides, his guitars already blue you idiot!!" I said shoving her out the door. God she was annoying. At least she gave me an idea.
