I Was Meant To Be With You Three..., chapter 6
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Sam's P.O.V.
"We could if you guys let go of me!" I said as both of them held me tighter.
"Hey! Guys!" Mike yelled and they both looked at him. I gave Mike a 'please save me' look. "Calm down and let go!"
"Let go or I'll quit!" Tre and Billie Joe let go of me at exactly the same time. "Thank you." I rolled my eyes and then spotted my manager Tracey watching.
"What are you doing?" she yelled at me as she strode quickly over to me. "You are not singing with them! And no buts!"
"You can't tell me what to do, Tracey!" I shouted back.
"I'm your manager, and I'm saying that Maroon 5 did enough damage to you, Green Day will-"
"No. I do what I want," I said, much, much quieter than before. "And you're fired." Tracey stormed out of the building.
Tre's P.O.V.
Whoa! Sam just fired her manager!
"Nice going, babe," I said in amazement as soon as Tracey, Sam's ex-manager had shut the door behind her.
"I can't believe I just did that," Sam said as she stared at the door. I moved closer to her. "Don't touch me." I moved back. She was dead serious right now.
"So, you going to get a tattoo?" Billie Joe asked. He was always asking the big questions. Show off. Sam didn't reply. "Sam? Babe? Hellooooo?" He waved his hand in front of her face.
"Huh?"
"You totally just spaced out on us!" Mike said and rolled his eyes. Sam poked out her tongue at him. I started to space out myself, thinking about me and Sam kissing each other, Sam being a really good Frencher. Unfortunately, I didn't know if that was true or not.
"Are you gonna get a tattoo?" Billie Joe asked again.
"A tattoo?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, you know, like these," Billie Joe said as he rolled up his sleeves, showing off some of his tattoos.
"I know what they are, I'm not dumb!" Sam poked out her tongue again, this time at Billie Joe. I (once again) started to daydream about us.
"Well, do you want to get one or not?" Billie Joe asked. Sam shrugged and glanced at Mike and then me.
"You're not scared are you?" I asked with my most sexy grin possible. She titled her head to her right and grinned back. She is soooo gorgeous.
"No, I'm not scared of anything, Tre," she said, as she locked eyes. I know, bummer it's not lips.
"Great! Let's go!" Billie Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door and into the van. I followed and Mike locked the door after me, then hopped in. luckily I got to be squished in between Sam and Mike. No, I'm not excited about the Mike part; it's the Sam part that's exciting.
"Where are we going?" the driver asked us.
"To New York Tattoos," Billie Joe said and then grinned at Sam, giving her his sexy grin. Copycat.
"You are kidding me," Sam said, then Billie Joe shook his head.
"You're getting a tattoo," he said and kept that grin of his on his face. He always used it in bars and clubs, trying to get the ladies and it just about always worked.
"Of what?" she asked sounding curious.
"Whatever you want, babe," Billie Joe said and I frowned. She turned around and caught me.
"What's the matter, Tre?" she asked me.
"Nothing. I'm fine," I said. Except for the fact that Billie Joe is stealing you from me and not even letting me have a chance! Soon we arrived at New York tattoos and Billie Joe walked in first, Mike and me after Sam.
"We could if you guys let go of me!" I said as both of them held me tighter.
"Hey! Guys!" Mike yelled and they both looked at him. I gave Mike a 'please save me' look. "Calm down and let go!"
"Let go or I'll quit!" Tre and Billie Joe let go of me at exactly the same time. "Thank you." I rolled my eyes and then spotted my manager Tracey watching.
"What are you doing?" she yelled at me as she strode quickly over to me. "You are not singing with them! And no buts!"
"You can't tell me what to do, Tracey!" I shouted back.
"I'm your manager, and I'm saying that Maroon 5 did enough damage to you, Green Day will-"
"No. I do what I want," I said, much, much quieter than before. "And you're fired." Tracey stormed out of the building.
Tre's P.O.V.
Whoa! Sam just fired her manager!
"Nice going, babe," I said in amazement as soon as Tracey, Sam's ex-manager had shut the door behind her.
"I can't believe I just did that," Sam said as she stared at the door. I moved closer to her. "Don't touch me." I moved back. She was dead serious right now.
"So, you going to get a tattoo?" Billie Joe asked. He was always asking the big questions. Show off. Sam didn't reply. "Sam? Babe? Hellooooo?" He waved his hand in front of her face.
"Huh?"
"You totally just spaced out on us!" Mike said and rolled his eyes. Sam poked out her tongue at him. I started to space out myself, thinking about me and Sam kissing each other, Sam being a really good Frencher. Unfortunately, I didn't know if that was true or not.
"Are you gonna get a tattoo?" Billie Joe asked again.
"A tattoo?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, you know, like these," Billie Joe said as he rolled up his sleeves, showing off some of his tattoos.
"I know what they are, I'm not dumb!" Sam poked out her tongue again, this time at Billie Joe. I (once again) started to daydream about us.
"Well, do you want to get one or not?" Billie Joe asked. Sam shrugged and glanced at Mike and then me.
"You're not scared are you?" I asked with my most sexy grin possible. She titled her head to her right and grinned back. She is soooo gorgeous.
"No, I'm not scared of anything, Tre," she said, as she locked eyes. I know, bummer it's not lips.
"Great! Let's go!" Billie Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door and into the van. I followed and Mike locked the door after me, then hopped in. luckily I got to be squished in between Sam and Mike. No, I'm not excited about the Mike part; it's the Sam part that's exciting.
"Where are we going?" the driver asked us.
"To New York Tattoos," Billie Joe said and then grinned at Sam, giving her his sexy grin. Copycat.
"You are kidding me," Sam said, then Billie Joe shook his head.
"You're getting a tattoo," he said and kept that grin of his on his face. He always used it in bars and clubs, trying to get the ladies and it just about always worked.
"Of what?" she asked sounding curious.
"Whatever you want, babe," Billie Joe said and I frowned. She turned around and caught me.
"What's the matter, Tre?" she asked me.
"Nothing. I'm fine," I said. Except for the fact that Billie Joe is stealing you from me and not even letting me have a chance! Soon we arrived at New York tattoos and Billie Joe walked in first, Mike and me after Sam.
