The Questions We Ask, chapter 2
He led me out of the car and down a long path. It led into the stadium, and it was empty, except a few huge dudes pushing stuff around. Boxes and stuff.
"Hey, you kids!" one of them yelled. Zach led me to him. As we neared, the guy's face softened. "Oh, Zacky! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you!"
"It's okay, George. This is Flamma," he replied, gesturing to me. I smiled weakly at this threat.
He's very muscled and is really tall. I barely stand a chance. Sure, I'm 17, but I'm not at all tall; I'm only 5' 1". Mom says I got it from my dad. Darn it, I don't even know him, and he's affecting me. I have his green eyes, I have his shortness, I have his stubbornness, I have his this, and that, and the other. Izzy and Mom are beautiful. They have gorgeous black hair (like me, but their hairs' textures are softer), beautiful hazel eyes, creamy complexion, and altogether, they're angels. And on top of that, they're tall. Izzy's my half-sister, really, so we have a few different traits, like facial features. But, back to the point, this guy's huge.
"Hello, Flamma. Hey, doesn't that mean flame in Latin?" he asked. I nodded shyly. "Okay... well, do you guys want to go to the back or just get up way in front, or what?"
"Maybe we should go in the back. Yeah, I think that Flamma would like that," Zach replied as if I weren't even there. I just shrugged, so the guy led us along another path, this time cemented. He brought us into a room with several couches and nice things and equipment for bands, since this place is only used for concerts. I know that. This stadium had one sports show ever here. ALL of the rest were for bands. I sat on a couch and Zach sat on the armrest and stroked my hair. We were waiting forever, when finally Zach announced that he had to go to the bathroom and would be back soon. "Oh, and I forgot, I have to talk with George again. I'll be back," he added. I fell back in my seat and waited for whatever we were supposed to see, or whoever we were supposed to meet.
After about two minutes alone, I heard a noise like guys joking around, barreling through the halls. I looked at the hallway and waited for the people to pass through. The sounds stopped and held within the hall, so I shuffled through things in my pockets... lipgloss, paper, poems, pens, pencils, Tic Tacs, ponytail holder, and other small things. My pockets are huge. *Note from author: Sorry! I meant cargo pants, not jeans!!!* I reread my poem and smiled to myself. If I do say so myself, I like my writing, and it's very good. I think so. Footsteps became stomps as people pounded into the room. I looked up-- then froze. No emotion on my face, no movements. The guys looked back at me, and the one in front smiled.
"Hey, you must be Flamma. Zach talks a lot about you," he said with his signature smile. His green eyes flashed and the doofus behind him stumbled over his own feet that he was... playing with... He fell headfirst into my lap.
"I think I'll stay like this, you are pretty." he said with a goofy smile. I whacked him, and he straightened up fast.
"Perv," I spat. Resentment for these guys? It can't be happening. "Sorry, but it isn't a very good impression, my dear idol." His smile faded.
"Me?" he squeaked. "Your idol?"
"No, my idol is Davey Mc Bobber Doodle!" I said sarcastically. "What do you think, Tre?! Billie, please tie him up and throw him into the garbage. It's very...nice? Maybe? To meet you guys, I'm Flamma, as you may have guessed." Mike grinned at me. I held out my hand for him to shake, but he pushed it down and literally lifted me out of my seat to hug me.
"That's not the way we go about things here!" he told me. "You have to hug. Hug hug hug!" I giggled at this.
"How come he gets to hug you?" Tre asked spitefully. When Mike let go, I went to Tre. I went on tiptoe to reach his face (darn, even he's taller than me, and he's only... 5' 6"?) and kissed him on the cheek. "That's not how we do it either!" he exclaimed.
"Oh? Well how do you do it then?" I asked with an attitude. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and smooched me. I had to whack his head again to get him to stop. "Okay, I can see you're...a little too friendly." He beamed at me.
"Yep!" he piped. I rolled my eyes, then turned to Billie.
"So, you hug, too?" I asked. He went pale and muttered a curse he probably hoped I didn't hear. "I kinda...heard that." I joked. He smiled nervously and turned red. Then he excused himself.
"Ooo, Billie's in luurrrve!!!" Tre sang.
"I like it better when you sing All By Myself or Dominated Love Slave..." I told him. He began the chorus of Dominated Love Slave. "Shut it, little man." He did.
"I...I...I'm little?" he choked out. Then he pretended to cry.
"Okay, sorry," I said quickly. "How can I 'make it up to you'?" He smiled quickly and kissed my cheek.
"Like that!" he shouted.
"Uh...huh. And you had to yell when you were right by me...why?" I asked.
"Because."
"I wonder where Billie went..." Mike thought aloud. I nodded.
"Amen, my brother." I said solemnly. I smiled. Zach came back down the hall. He stopped where the room and the hall met, and he stopped because I was giving him a death glare.
"Um...hi?" he tried.
"Yeah, nice. So how long were you going to keep it from me that you knew Green Day, the actual Green Day?!" I yelled.
"Um, honey...?" he squeaked like Tre. I smiled.
"They're awesome, although Billie...I don't know what's wrong with him. He went away quickly. Excused himself...when I asked if I should hug him, too. Like these other two." I guestured to them. Tre shook his head and wagged his finger.
"Uh-uh, missy. Tell him what really happened with me." I sighed.
"Fine, he fell onto my lap, I whacked him upside the head, then to repay him, I kissed him on the cheek, then he full on kissed me. Now beat him! That would be the boyfriend way to handle someone else kissing your girlfriend..." I added.
Zach advanced on Tre, and Tre screamed. He hid behind the couch after pushing it out a few inches. But Zach kept going closer...and closer...until...!
"Hey, you kids!" one of them yelled. Zach led me to him. As we neared, the guy's face softened. "Oh, Zacky! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you!"
"It's okay, George. This is Flamma," he replied, gesturing to me. I smiled weakly at this threat.
He's very muscled and is really tall. I barely stand a chance. Sure, I'm 17, but I'm not at all tall; I'm only 5' 1". Mom says I got it from my dad. Darn it, I don't even know him, and he's affecting me. I have his green eyes, I have his shortness, I have his stubbornness, I have his this, and that, and the other. Izzy and Mom are beautiful. They have gorgeous black hair (like me, but their hairs' textures are softer), beautiful hazel eyes, creamy complexion, and altogether, they're angels. And on top of that, they're tall. Izzy's my half-sister, really, so we have a few different traits, like facial features. But, back to the point, this guy's huge.
"Hello, Flamma. Hey, doesn't that mean flame in Latin?" he asked. I nodded shyly. "Okay... well, do you guys want to go to the back or just get up way in front, or what?"
"Maybe we should go in the back. Yeah, I think that Flamma would like that," Zach replied as if I weren't even there. I just shrugged, so the guy led us along another path, this time cemented. He brought us into a room with several couches and nice things and equipment for bands, since this place is only used for concerts. I know that. This stadium had one sports show ever here. ALL of the rest were for bands. I sat on a couch and Zach sat on the armrest and stroked my hair. We were waiting forever, when finally Zach announced that he had to go to the bathroom and would be back soon. "Oh, and I forgot, I have to talk with George again. I'll be back," he added. I fell back in my seat and waited for whatever we were supposed to see, or whoever we were supposed to meet.
After about two minutes alone, I heard a noise like guys joking around, barreling through the halls. I looked at the hallway and waited for the people to pass through. The sounds stopped and held within the hall, so I shuffled through things in my pockets... lipgloss, paper, poems, pens, pencils, Tic Tacs, ponytail holder, and other small things. My pockets are huge. *Note from author: Sorry! I meant cargo pants, not jeans!!!* I reread my poem and smiled to myself. If I do say so myself, I like my writing, and it's very good. I think so. Footsteps became stomps as people pounded into the room. I looked up-- then froze. No emotion on my face, no movements. The guys looked back at me, and the one in front smiled.
"Hey, you must be Flamma. Zach talks a lot about you," he said with his signature smile. His green eyes flashed and the doofus behind him stumbled over his own feet that he was... playing with... He fell headfirst into my lap.
"I think I'll stay like this, you are pretty." he said with a goofy smile. I whacked him, and he straightened up fast.
"Perv," I spat. Resentment for these guys? It can't be happening. "Sorry, but it isn't a very good impression, my dear idol." His smile faded.
"Me?" he squeaked. "Your idol?"
"No, my idol is Davey Mc Bobber Doodle!" I said sarcastically. "What do you think, Tre?! Billie, please tie him up and throw him into the garbage. It's very...nice? Maybe? To meet you guys, I'm Flamma, as you may have guessed." Mike grinned at me. I held out my hand for him to shake, but he pushed it down and literally lifted me out of my seat to hug me.
"That's not the way we go about things here!" he told me. "You have to hug. Hug hug hug!" I giggled at this.
"How come he gets to hug you?" Tre asked spitefully. When Mike let go, I went to Tre. I went on tiptoe to reach his face (darn, even he's taller than me, and he's only... 5' 6"?) and kissed him on the cheek. "That's not how we do it either!" he exclaimed.
"Oh? Well how do you do it then?" I asked with an attitude. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and smooched me. I had to whack his head again to get him to stop. "Okay, I can see you're...a little too friendly." He beamed at me.
"Yep!" he piped. I rolled my eyes, then turned to Billie.
"So, you hug, too?" I asked. He went pale and muttered a curse he probably hoped I didn't hear. "I kinda...heard that." I joked. He smiled nervously and turned red. Then he excused himself.
"Ooo, Billie's in luurrrve!!!" Tre sang.
"I like it better when you sing All By Myself or Dominated Love Slave..." I told him. He began the chorus of Dominated Love Slave. "Shut it, little man." He did.
"I...I...I'm little?" he choked out. Then he pretended to cry.
"Okay, sorry," I said quickly. "How can I 'make it up to you'?" He smiled quickly and kissed my cheek.
"Like that!" he shouted.
"Uh...huh. And you had to yell when you were right by me...why?" I asked.
"Because."
"I wonder where Billie went..." Mike thought aloud. I nodded.
"Amen, my brother." I said solemnly. I smiled. Zach came back down the hall. He stopped where the room and the hall met, and he stopped because I was giving him a death glare.
"Um...hi?" he tried.
"Yeah, nice. So how long were you going to keep it from me that you knew Green Day, the actual Green Day?!" I yelled.
"Um, honey...?" he squeaked like Tre. I smiled.
"They're awesome, although Billie...I don't know what's wrong with him. He went away quickly. Excused himself...when I asked if I should hug him, too. Like these other two." I guestured to them. Tre shook his head and wagged his finger.
"Uh-uh, missy. Tell him what really happened with me." I sighed.
"Fine, he fell onto my lap, I whacked him upside the head, then to repay him, I kissed him on the cheek, then he full on kissed me. Now beat him! That would be the boyfriend way to handle someone else kissing your girlfriend..." I added.
Zach advanced on Tre, and Tre screamed. He hid behind the couch after pushing it out a few inches. But Zach kept going closer...and closer...until...!
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