Give me novacaine, chapter 1
Officer Oriely pinned Gavin on the ground, slapped the handcuffs around his wrists and shoved him towards the door while reading him his rights. They stopped in front of me and Officer Oreily said, "Get to a hospital as soon as you can."
I obeyed his orders and hopped into my car. I drove to the nearest hospital which was one hour away. I walked into the frigid building, signed in at the front desk, and took a seat next to a very familiar, blonde haired man with both of his arms looking very swollen.
"Why are you here? You don't look hurt," He scoffed.
"My boyfriend beat me and a police officer told me to come here. What happened to you?"
"I got into a pillow fight with my girlfriend and uh, broke my arms. I think I did at least."
"Ha! That's funny, but seriously, what happened?"
"I am being serious."
"Oh, I'm Asher by the way."
"Cool, I'm Mike."
"I thought I knew you from somewhere! You're the bassist from Green Day!"
"Shhhh, keep it down, I don't wanna get mauled by teenies again."
I looked around the room only to see an elderly couple and a person in a wheelchair that had fallen fast asleep. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that."
"Hey, you never know. They could be lurking nearby."
"Uh yeah, I doubt it."
We sat and waited for about 2 more hours. We hit it off immediately, we found that we had a lot in common. Like the fact that we were both bassists in a band, and we both loved coffee.
"Do you have a piece of paper and pen?"
"Yeah." I pulled the scrap of paper and purple pen out of my purse.
"Can you write something down for me?"
"Uh, sure." To my surprise, he gave me his phone number and address.
"Right now I'm living with a few of my friends but they're cool."
"Hmm, lemme guess, Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre` Cool?"
"Yeah."
"Cool! I've always wanted to meet them"
"Well, just gimme a call and we can set a date to get together. Maybe go out for coffee and you can come over to my place and hang out with me and the guys."
"That would be great!"
Finally we were called to go back and see our doctors. I only had a broken nose and a hairline fracture on one of my ribs that was starting to heal on it's own. It was doing really good so they just left it and gave me some pain killers. Mike, on the other hand, had two broken arms.
I walked out of the hospital and hopped back into my beat up little car and let out a scream. "I can't believe I know Mike Dirnt!"
I obeyed his orders and hopped into my car. I drove to the nearest hospital which was one hour away. I walked into the frigid building, signed in at the front desk, and took a seat next to a very familiar, blonde haired man with both of his arms looking very swollen.
"Why are you here? You don't look hurt," He scoffed.
"My boyfriend beat me and a police officer told me to come here. What happened to you?"
"I got into a pillow fight with my girlfriend and uh, broke my arms. I think I did at least."
"Ha! That's funny, but seriously, what happened?"
"I am being serious."
"Oh, I'm Asher by the way."
"Cool, I'm Mike."
"I thought I knew you from somewhere! You're the bassist from Green Day!"
"Shhhh, keep it down, I don't wanna get mauled by teenies again."
I looked around the room only to see an elderly couple and a person in a wheelchair that had fallen fast asleep. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that."
"Hey, you never know. They could be lurking nearby."
"Uh yeah, I doubt it."
We sat and waited for about 2 more hours. We hit it off immediately, we found that we had a lot in common. Like the fact that we were both bassists in a band, and we both loved coffee.
"Do you have a piece of paper and pen?"
"Yeah." I pulled the scrap of paper and purple pen out of my purse.
"Can you write something down for me?"
"Uh, sure." To my surprise, he gave me his phone number and address.
"Right now I'm living with a few of my friends but they're cool."
"Hmm, lemme guess, Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre` Cool?"
"Yeah."
"Cool! I've always wanted to meet them"
"Well, just gimme a call and we can set a date to get together. Maybe go out for coffee and you can come over to my place and hang out with me and the guys."
"That would be great!"
Finally we were called to go back and see our doctors. I only had a broken nose and a hairline fracture on one of my ribs that was starting to heal on it's own. It was doing really good so they just left it and gave me some pain killers. Mike, on the other hand, had two broken arms.
I walked out of the hospital and hopped back into my beat up little car and let out a scream. "I can't believe I know Mike Dirnt!"
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