My only wish was to meet him., chapter 5
"Jess I'm not walking bitch!" I screamed at her, as she told me where it was.
"Never said you had to never said you had to."
"Then how come were walking now?"
"Bus stop."
"Oh, clever, real clever."
"I know ain't it?"
"I really hate you."
"I love you too," She grinned, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me down the street faster than I wanted to go.
Even though we were going to a Green Day concert I had to go with her so I wasn't happy, but it was the only way I was going to see them live or meet them so I had little choice in the matter.
A few minutes later she had pulled me onto the bus, as she paid for the tickets, I went to the seats furthest away from the front of the bus that were free and laid across them not in the mood to sit next to Jessica.
"Come on Gigs move." She mumbled unhappily, tossing the bus ticket at me.
"But Jessica Ann I'm so happy laid across these seats and if I had to move then well... " I smirked at her, not moving even slightly.
"That was just cruel Gigs; you know I hate that name," She hissed, sitting on the seat in front of me.
"Yeh so?"
"Do I have to pull out the real full name in front of them?"
"Erm... No don't do that leave me alone, the pain the pain, hehe pretty lights."
Jessica's *pov*
She always went like this when I threatened with the full name; she's a bit mental really compared to the rest of the family. I sighed I hate bus rides they take forever, too slow, never get anywhere on time. Even through the place was only another ten minutes away I was getting quickly impatient.
"Gig's oh Gig's," I called happily.
"Yes? Oh annoying one of mine."
"How about in exchange for something very precious to you. You let me do a makeover on you?"
"Um... Depends what you got," She looked around unhappily.
"The album." I grinned, sticking my tongue out at her.
She froze. "No... No please no," She begged. "Just give it back to me please please PLEASE!" This attracted many stares from other people on the bus, who grumbled something about teens.
"Makeover and yes, otherwise I burn it."
"Fine... Oh god, fine."
I grinned happily at her, wow she loves that photo album, and it's got all the pictures of her and her friends from California were we used to live, we now live in Florida. She never did make friends again, just got bullied a lot, but she hid every emotion about it, every emotion of leaving, but I heard her crying at night for the first few weeks.
Gigs' *pov*
I hated her more and more with every second, she was going to pay one day and she didn't even know how bad it was going to me. Stealing that album from me was just low every good memory I have was with those people in those photos and then we had to move, god I hate my mom at the moment it was her decision hers and only hers she decided she didn't like were we were living but I knew really our real dad lived close to us there I know he did I never knew who he was my mom knew just about every guy who lived around that area so it was hard to tell but she lied to us all of us and I hated her more and more now. For everything.
Jessica brought me out of my daze of thought, telling me we'd arrived at the arena. I followed her off the bus and down a few streets until we arrived, the cues looked endless, but she just grinned and went up to one of the security guys, whispering something to him she grinned again as he let us through.
"How you do that?" I asked stunned.
"Magic," She smirked.
I rolled my eyes as everyone else began to file in; we waited for a while until the support act came on. They were okay I suppose nothing that special, well not compared to what I saw next, the actual concert itself was amazing, the music, the atmosphere everything and I could see Jessica hated every second of it. But I knew she wanted to make it up to me for what she did to dad, like that was ever going to happen.
I sighed as the concert ended, the mosh pit began to lose a lot of people the heat of it falling slightly as people filed back out just as they had when they'd entered but there was a better buzz to them now. They seemed happy, more joyful, witnesses to greatness. Jessica grabbed hold of my arm and began to drag me to a seperate entrance which was surrounded by security guards. She produced two backstage passes and handed them to a security guard, they let us through and she continued to pull me, we went down what seemed like endless white corridors, after a few minutes though I had broken free and just followed behind her weird how she had seemed to know exactly were to go.
We reached a door and she turned round to grin at me, she knocked loudly on it a few times with her knuckles and a loud come in was heard. She placed her hand on the handle and pushed down.
Oh god, this was it.
"Never said you had to never said you had to."
"Then how come were walking now?"
"Bus stop."
"Oh, clever, real clever."
"I know ain't it?"
"I really hate you."
"I love you too," She grinned, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me down the street faster than I wanted to go.
Even though we were going to a Green Day concert I had to go with her so I wasn't happy, but it was the only way I was going to see them live or meet them so I had little choice in the matter.
A few minutes later she had pulled me onto the bus, as she paid for the tickets, I went to the seats furthest away from the front of the bus that were free and laid across them not in the mood to sit next to Jessica.
"Come on Gigs move." She mumbled unhappily, tossing the bus ticket at me.
"But Jessica Ann I'm so happy laid across these seats and if I had to move then well... " I smirked at her, not moving even slightly.
"That was just cruel Gigs; you know I hate that name," She hissed, sitting on the seat in front of me.
"Yeh so?"
"Do I have to pull out the real full name in front of them?"
"Erm... No don't do that leave me alone, the pain the pain, hehe pretty lights."
Jessica's *pov*
She always went like this when I threatened with the full name; she's a bit mental really compared to the rest of the family. I sighed I hate bus rides they take forever, too slow, never get anywhere on time. Even through the place was only another ten minutes away I was getting quickly impatient.
"Gig's oh Gig's," I called happily.
"Yes? Oh annoying one of mine."
"How about in exchange for something very precious to you. You let me do a makeover on you?"
"Um... Depends what you got," She looked around unhappily.
"The album." I grinned, sticking my tongue out at her.
She froze. "No... No please no," She begged. "Just give it back to me please please PLEASE!" This attracted many stares from other people on the bus, who grumbled something about teens.
"Makeover and yes, otherwise I burn it."
"Fine... Oh god, fine."
I grinned happily at her, wow she loves that photo album, and it's got all the pictures of her and her friends from California were we used to live, we now live in Florida. She never did make friends again, just got bullied a lot, but she hid every emotion about it, every emotion of leaving, but I heard her crying at night for the first few weeks.
Gigs' *pov*
I hated her more and more with every second, she was going to pay one day and she didn't even know how bad it was going to me. Stealing that album from me was just low every good memory I have was with those people in those photos and then we had to move, god I hate my mom at the moment it was her decision hers and only hers she decided she didn't like were we were living but I knew really our real dad lived close to us there I know he did I never knew who he was my mom knew just about every guy who lived around that area so it was hard to tell but she lied to us all of us and I hated her more and more now. For everything.
Jessica brought me out of my daze of thought, telling me we'd arrived at the arena. I followed her off the bus and down a few streets until we arrived, the cues looked endless, but she just grinned and went up to one of the security guys, whispering something to him she grinned again as he let us through.
"How you do that?" I asked stunned.
"Magic," She smirked.
I rolled my eyes as everyone else began to file in; we waited for a while until the support act came on. They were okay I suppose nothing that special, well not compared to what I saw next, the actual concert itself was amazing, the music, the atmosphere everything and I could see Jessica hated every second of it. But I knew she wanted to make it up to me for what she did to dad, like that was ever going to happen.
I sighed as the concert ended, the mosh pit began to lose a lot of people the heat of it falling slightly as people filed back out just as they had when they'd entered but there was a better buzz to them now. They seemed happy, more joyful, witnesses to greatness. Jessica grabbed hold of my arm and began to drag me to a seperate entrance which was surrounded by security guards. She produced two backstage passes and handed them to a security guard, they let us through and she continued to pull me, we went down what seemed like endless white corridors, after a few minutes though I had broken free and just followed behind her weird how she had seemed to know exactly were to go.
We reached a door and she turned round to grin at me, she knocked loudly on it a few times with her knuckles and a loud come in was heard. She placed her hand on the handle and pushed down.
Oh god, this was it.
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