Tripping Over Drum Sets, chapter 1
"My mind is made up!" I said as I packed my bag. My best friend and roommate, Maria, was following me like a lost dog.
"Saidi, you can't go to San Fran! Think of all the...the...THE CREEPS!" Maria said finally thinking of something. I rolled my eyes and reached for my toothbrush.
"Pass me my jeans would you?" I asked. Maria sat down on the floor and started handing me pairs of jeans after pairs of jeans.
"I don't see why you have to go! I think you're happy here!" she said.
"Yeah I'm happy here-" I was cut off.
"Then why do you have to leave!?"
"Because I don't want to live in a small town for the rest of my life! I want to go out and see the world! And San Fran is where I'm starting." I said, zipping my bag shut. It bulged out the sides and looked as though it was ready to shoot open and fling all my possessions all over the small room I was living in.
"So who am I supposed to live with while you're out touring the world?" Maria asked me. I looked at her and shrugged. I wasn't going to sit in a small town for the rest of my life. I was 17 after all. I plopped myself on my suitcase to make sure it wouldn't blow up and Maria sat next to me.
"You'll just have to find another roommate or live by yourself." I said being logical. "Look I have to get to bed because my plane leaves early tomorrow. I'll give you a call when I get there okay?"
"Fine. I'm gonna go and watch the tube for another hour and then go to bed too." Maria said, obviously in an increasingly bad mood. She sauntered out of my room and shut the door. I took off my clothes and got into bed. I closed my eyes and everything was silent aside from the TV saying muffled things into my door. It was about 10:00pm when I finally fell asleep.
BEEEEEEEEP!!!! I snapped awake. It was 4:30am and I was tired. I got out of bed and put the clothes I was wearing yesterday on. I bushed my hair and teeth and got my bag. I walked into the living room only to find Maria sleeping on the couch with the remote in her hand. I shook my head and placed my bag at the door. I then walked over to Maria and shook her awake.
"What the fuck?" she said sleepily as she lifted her head to see who was waking her up.
"Come on. You have to drive me to the airport. Get something to eat and lets go." I said. I didn't bother to get anything to eat. Mostly because I got air sick if I ate. Maria grabbed a to-go bar and put her jacket on. She sat in the passenger side and fell asleep once again. I drove silently to the airport. Once I was sure that Maria had fully fallen asleep, I popped in a CD and turned it to number 3. I lightly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song, while looking every which way on the road. When I started to approach the airport, the road started to get more complicated, so I turned the CD down just a little bit, still singing lightly to the song.
When I arrived at the airport, I leaned over and shook Maria awake once more. She didn't say anything this time. She sat up and undid her seat belt. We got out and did all that shit that you have to do when you're getting ready to go on a plane. I hugged Maria good-bye and went to the loading area with my ticket. I sat there with my CD player and a book. When it was time to load, I stood up handed the lady my ticket and boarded the plane. I looked for my seat (23C) and sat down. I put my head phones on my neck, and opened my book. I wasn't allowed to play my CD player until the plane was in the air. Gradually the plane started to fill up with people. I ended up closing my eyes and resting my head against the head rest as people walked by me. I didn't care who I sat beside. The intercom came on and started telling us instructions about how to save our lives and shit like that. When the captain finally said, "Please fasten your seatbelts and get ready for take off!" I opened my eyes. No one was siting on my left but there was someone on my right. A boy. About 18 years old. His hair was green and his eyes were ice blue.
"Hey." I said, trying to start conversation. He turned his head and smiled.
"Hey. I thought you were sleeping." he replied. I smiled.
"Nah, I was just a 'lil tired from waking up so early. My name is Saidi. What's yours?" I asked. He blinked and scratched his head quickly.
"My name is Frank. But my friends call me uh... Tre Cool. Tre for short." he said blushing madly. I smiled, forcing down a laugh. Tre Cool? Very Cool? How cheesy I thought.
"So can I call you 'Tre'?" I asked, sounding friendly. He looked at me in shock.
"Uh... yeah sure. So where are you from?" he asked
"Can't really answer that. I was born in Rodeo CA. and then I pretty much moved all over the place with my mom and dad. You know... here and there. Mostly in the same region." I answered trying not to sounds weird. "You?"
"Germany."
"Wow. That's a ways away eh?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I lived in Willis California for most of my life." he said.
"Very cool. So where are you headed off to?" I asked. What a stupid question! The plane was going to San Fran!
"San Fran." he said almost laughing at me.
"Oh and what for?" I said pretending I didn't say anything stupid.
"Well, me and my friends Mike and Billie Joe are in this band and we are gonna take a bit of a break before we go on tour."
"You're in a band?" I asked, taken by surprise.
"Yeah, it's lots of fun! If you're not doing anything when you come to San Fran, you should come down and see us practice and hang out with us. I'll give you a call. What's your number?" he asked. I scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"So why are you going to San Francisco?" he asked.
"Um... I'm moving there. I had to get out of the small town I was in. It was driving me nuts." He nodded his head in agreement. Most likely thinking, "Yeah I can understand that!"
We went on talking about bands and traveling and stuff like that. It wasn't long until the captains voice interrupted us telling us to fasten our seatbelts and get ready for landing.
"Oh Tre?"I asked.
"Yeah?"
"What's your number?" I said, sounding like a complete stalker. He smiled and scribbled it down on the inside of my book which I didn't get to read because I was in deep conversation with him. "Thanks" I said. He smiled and stood up. The plane had landed and we were all ready to go to our homes or wherever we were going.
We passed the gate and walked to the bag pickup. Tre picked up my bag for me and almost fell over. He caught himself in order not to look dumb. He handed me my bag and he picked up his. We walked each other to the exiting door and stopped.
"I'll call you around 5:00 okay? That way you'll have had a chance to unpack and eat and all that jazz." he said smiling. (He was so into me)
"Yeah sure. I'll probably be ready before that anyways, so if I'm ready I'll call you. Or I'll just relax and wait for you." I said. He smiled and blushed a little bit. "What?"
"Can... can I get a hug?" he said staring at his shoes. I smiled, blushing a little bit.
"Yeah. Come here." I said putting my arms around him. He seemed a little shocked like I was gonna say no. He wrapped his arms around me and embraced my hug. When we pulled away I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and picked up my bags and walked away, winking at him as to say good bye.
"Saidi, you can't go to San Fran! Think of all the...the...THE CREEPS!" Maria said finally thinking of something. I rolled my eyes and reached for my toothbrush.
"Pass me my jeans would you?" I asked. Maria sat down on the floor and started handing me pairs of jeans after pairs of jeans.
"I don't see why you have to go! I think you're happy here!" she said.
"Yeah I'm happy here-" I was cut off.
"Then why do you have to leave!?"
"Because I don't want to live in a small town for the rest of my life! I want to go out and see the world! And San Fran is where I'm starting." I said, zipping my bag shut. It bulged out the sides and looked as though it was ready to shoot open and fling all my possessions all over the small room I was living in.
"So who am I supposed to live with while you're out touring the world?" Maria asked me. I looked at her and shrugged. I wasn't going to sit in a small town for the rest of my life. I was 17 after all. I plopped myself on my suitcase to make sure it wouldn't blow up and Maria sat next to me.
"You'll just have to find another roommate or live by yourself." I said being logical. "Look I have to get to bed because my plane leaves early tomorrow. I'll give you a call when I get there okay?"
"Fine. I'm gonna go and watch the tube for another hour and then go to bed too." Maria said, obviously in an increasingly bad mood. She sauntered out of my room and shut the door. I took off my clothes and got into bed. I closed my eyes and everything was silent aside from the TV saying muffled things into my door. It was about 10:00pm when I finally fell asleep.
BEEEEEEEEP!!!! I snapped awake. It was 4:30am and I was tired. I got out of bed and put the clothes I was wearing yesterday on. I bushed my hair and teeth and got my bag. I walked into the living room only to find Maria sleeping on the couch with the remote in her hand. I shook my head and placed my bag at the door. I then walked over to Maria and shook her awake.
"What the fuck?" she said sleepily as she lifted her head to see who was waking her up.
"Come on. You have to drive me to the airport. Get something to eat and lets go." I said. I didn't bother to get anything to eat. Mostly because I got air sick if I ate. Maria grabbed a to-go bar and put her jacket on. She sat in the passenger side and fell asleep once again. I drove silently to the airport. Once I was sure that Maria had fully fallen asleep, I popped in a CD and turned it to number 3. I lightly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song, while looking every which way on the road. When I started to approach the airport, the road started to get more complicated, so I turned the CD down just a little bit, still singing lightly to the song.
When I arrived at the airport, I leaned over and shook Maria awake once more. She didn't say anything this time. She sat up and undid her seat belt. We got out and did all that shit that you have to do when you're getting ready to go on a plane. I hugged Maria good-bye and went to the loading area with my ticket. I sat there with my CD player and a book. When it was time to load, I stood up handed the lady my ticket and boarded the plane. I looked for my seat (23C) and sat down. I put my head phones on my neck, and opened my book. I wasn't allowed to play my CD player until the plane was in the air. Gradually the plane started to fill up with people. I ended up closing my eyes and resting my head against the head rest as people walked by me. I didn't care who I sat beside. The intercom came on and started telling us instructions about how to save our lives and shit like that. When the captain finally said, "Please fasten your seatbelts and get ready for take off!" I opened my eyes. No one was siting on my left but there was someone on my right. A boy. About 18 years old. His hair was green and his eyes were ice blue.
"Hey." I said, trying to start conversation. He turned his head and smiled.
"Hey. I thought you were sleeping." he replied. I smiled.
"Nah, I was just a 'lil tired from waking up so early. My name is Saidi. What's yours?" I asked. He blinked and scratched his head quickly.
"My name is Frank. But my friends call me uh... Tre Cool. Tre for short." he said blushing madly. I smiled, forcing down a laugh. Tre Cool? Very Cool? How cheesy I thought.
"So can I call you 'Tre'?" I asked, sounding friendly. He looked at me in shock.
"Uh... yeah sure. So where are you from?" he asked
"Can't really answer that. I was born in Rodeo CA. and then I pretty much moved all over the place with my mom and dad. You know... here and there. Mostly in the same region." I answered trying not to sounds weird. "You?"
"Germany."
"Wow. That's a ways away eh?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I lived in Willis California for most of my life." he said.
"Very cool. So where are you headed off to?" I asked. What a stupid question! The plane was going to San Fran!
"San Fran." he said almost laughing at me.
"Oh and what for?" I said pretending I didn't say anything stupid.
"Well, me and my friends Mike and Billie Joe are in this band and we are gonna take a bit of a break before we go on tour."
"You're in a band?" I asked, taken by surprise.
"Yeah, it's lots of fun! If you're not doing anything when you come to San Fran, you should come down and see us practice and hang out with us. I'll give you a call. What's your number?" he asked. I scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"So why are you going to San Francisco?" he asked.
"Um... I'm moving there. I had to get out of the small town I was in. It was driving me nuts." He nodded his head in agreement. Most likely thinking, "Yeah I can understand that!"
We went on talking about bands and traveling and stuff like that. It wasn't long until the captains voice interrupted us telling us to fasten our seatbelts and get ready for landing.
"Oh Tre?"I asked.
"Yeah?"
"What's your number?" I said, sounding like a complete stalker. He smiled and scribbled it down on the inside of my book which I didn't get to read because I was in deep conversation with him. "Thanks" I said. He smiled and stood up. The plane had landed and we were all ready to go to our homes or wherever we were going.
We passed the gate and walked to the bag pickup. Tre picked up my bag for me and almost fell over. He caught himself in order not to look dumb. He handed me my bag and he picked up his. We walked each other to the exiting door and stopped.
"I'll call you around 5:00 okay? That way you'll have had a chance to unpack and eat and all that jazz." he said smiling. (He was so into me)
"Yeah sure. I'll probably be ready before that anyways, so if I'm ready I'll call you. Or I'll just relax and wait for you." I said. He smiled and blushed a little bit. "What?"
"Can... can I get a hug?" he said staring at his shoes. I smiled, blushing a little bit.
"Yeah. Come here." I said putting my arms around him. He seemed a little shocked like I was gonna say no. He wrapped his arms around me and embraced my hug. When we pulled away I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and picked up my bags and walked away, winking at him as to say good bye.
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