I'm a punk rocker, deal with it!, chapter 2
Finally, the school was ending and me and Tiffany went to the lockers together. We'd finally managed to get rid of Marisa, by telling her the cute freshman-guy in another section of the school thought she was hot.
Tiffany took out her freestyle and put the headphones in her ears. She wetted her lips and started singing along with Dee Dee Ramone;
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat. Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh- oh
What can you do? What can you do?
Tiffany refuses to confess it, but she actually have a great singing voice.
I took my black leather jacket and walked beside her, listening to her singing.
I also sang with her, but she didn't notice it. So I took the headphones off her ears and said: "Are you coming tonight, to Rod's Hickory Pit?"
"Yea, yeah of course," she said.
With those words, she took the headphones from me and put them into her ears again. I really like Tiffany, but sometimes, she's really in her own world, and that could be disctracting.
I watched my friend. She sang out loud, she probably didn't knew how loud because of the high volume, and she was dancing down the street, with her eyes closed.
"Tiffany, we made it," I said, to see if she was present.
"Uhuhm," she mumbled, "great".
I sighed.
I got into the house and banged the door. I knew my mom and dad wouldn't be home for a couple of hours so I turned on some music. Loud.
I started dancing around, swinging my hair and jumping onto the couch, down to the floor and up to the TV-table. I catched my dad's old guitar that was hanging on the wall and I played a little while I was jumping.
After a while, I got really tired so I moderated the music and turned on the TV.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and I threw myself over it and answered.
"Yello, what's up?" I yelled, I was in such a good mood.
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe, and I want you to check the color on your socks." It was the voice of a young man, probably not too much older than me.
"Well, Billie Joe, I don't wear socks today, because I'm so naughty!"
I threw down the receiver. I hated when people called us and made fun of us. I really hated it. But somehow, I got very curious about that Billie Joe...
Tiffany took out her freestyle and put the headphones in her ears. She wetted her lips and started singing along with Dee Dee Ramone;
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat. Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh- oh
What can you do? What can you do?
Tiffany refuses to confess it, but she actually have a great singing voice.
I took my black leather jacket and walked beside her, listening to her singing.
I also sang with her, but she didn't notice it. So I took the headphones off her ears and said: "Are you coming tonight, to Rod's Hickory Pit?"
"Yea, yeah of course," she said.
With those words, she took the headphones from me and put them into her ears again. I really like Tiffany, but sometimes, she's really in her own world, and that could be disctracting.
I watched my friend. She sang out loud, she probably didn't knew how loud because of the high volume, and she was dancing down the street, with her eyes closed.
"Tiffany, we made it," I said, to see if she was present.
"Uhuhm," she mumbled, "great".
I sighed.
I got into the house and banged the door. I knew my mom and dad wouldn't be home for a couple of hours so I turned on some music. Loud.
I started dancing around, swinging my hair and jumping onto the couch, down to the floor and up to the TV-table. I catched my dad's old guitar that was hanging on the wall and I played a little while I was jumping.
After a while, I got really tired so I moderated the music and turned on the TV.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and I threw myself over it and answered.
"Yello, what's up?" I yelled, I was in such a good mood.
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe, and I want you to check the color on your socks." It was the voice of a young man, probably not too much older than me.
"Well, Billie Joe, I don't wear socks today, because I'm so naughty!"
I threw down the receiver. I hated when people called us and made fun of us. I really hated it. But somehow, I got very curious about that Billie Joe...
