Rebellious, chapter 2
The Other Side
DEP
People saying that having a big brother is nice, because he protects you and you always feel safe obviously don't know my big brother.
His name is Mattie and last time I saw him he had his hair dyed red, pierced his lips, eyebrows, nose and was wearing the same pair of jeans for two weeks. Really gross guy.
Mom and dad never know where he lives. I don't know if I'm right but I think they don't really want to.
Anyway, now he's staying with us for a week with his girlfriend and he has changed a little. His hair is back to black again and he only has a nose ring on and his jeans seem different from those he wore two years ago, which is good.
His girlfriend, however, is like a clown. She wears really thick eyeliner and a very slutty tank top and tight pants and looks at me kinda odd. I can tell mom doesn't like her either. And Mattie and she lock themselves in his room for hours doing God knows what and when they come out they eat like animals. I know you are probably aware of what they do in the bedroom but it freaks me out just talking about it.
Not just because it's my brother but because I find...that thing...really really gross. All four of us agree that it's disgusting and we never want to do it. I know I won't.
Anyway, my brother plays the guitar and paints. He has painted a portrait of me and I had it on my wall for a while but then I threw it away because the paper was starting to get yellow. He has four tattoos on his body and they're all designed by him. He's a good painter, I'll give him that.
Christmas vacations have started since yesterday so I am a little more free. My mother is always miserable during holidays because she says I lose every bit of control and drive her crazy with my loudness and over the line energy. I don't understand what I do that makes her go mad.
I just listen to music, dance around once in a while and play with Roxie in the garden or, sometimes, in the house when it's too cold and I don't want my little dog to freeze.
I listen to Wham now, because I found one of their albums in my dad's closet. I wasn't going through other people's stuff, I swear, I just had to put some of his shirts in and I accidentally found it. It's pretty good; I like 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' and 'Last Christmas' because it's really suitable for this time of year.
Mattie walks into my room looking very angry but of course he doesn't scare me. He is funny when something gets on his nerves.
"What is this shit?" he asks.
"You are not allowed to swear in the house remember? Mom told you so millions of times."
"Well yeah guess what? I'm twenty years old so I don't have to do what mom says."
"But this is her house." He should really stop cursing because mom gets even more upset. I sometimes say 'damn it' or 'what the hell' but I am always careful that mom doesn't hear.
One time she heard me saying 'damn that Napoleon' and she told my dad and they grounded me for a week. I thought it wasn't that serious.
"Whatever little one, just turn this music down because I'm gonna puke."
"I like it."
"I don't. So turn it off."
"No. You go listen to your CDs and I'll listen to mine."
I cross my arms and take my serious look but Mattie starts laughing and pats my head; something that I hate also, because it makes me feel like a baby.
"Come over to my room for a sec," he says and leaves without looking at me again. I follow him just because I'm curious, even though he probably wants to show me something I'm not going to like because he likes to torture me. His girlfriend is not in but her clothes are all around the place.
"What's her name again?" I ask him, pointing at a picture of hers, laying on the bed.
"We all call her Mary Jane."
"You mean as a nickname?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"You're too young to understand why."
"Oh come on idiot just tell me! I'm smarter than you think."
"You're not allowed to swear in the house remember?"
"I'm allowed to tell an idiot when I see one." I don't know how I thought of that line but it came out really nicely. Mattie shakes his head, goes to his backpack and starts looking for something. He takes out a record and gives it to me. There's someone breaking his guitar on stage on the cover. Mattie had a T-Shirt with the same picture last time he came.
"What is that?"
"I thought you'd know how to read by now."
London Calling. The Clash.
"It's your Christmas present from me," Mattie says, lighting up a cigarette. He's not allowed to smoke in the house but I don't tell him anything.
"Thanks I guess. What is it? Are they a band?"
"Yep. They're a band. A kick ass band in fact." I roll my eyes because he swore again and he just waves his hand to apologize.
"Listen to it kiddo. And next time I come tell me how you liked it."
***
MIKE
I wake up in Ann's room and feel like shit.
This bed is too small to bear both of us so she is practically all over me, sleeping, and I can't see anything because her curly hair is on my face.
Ann is not the reason I feel like shit though; it's the fact that I got stoned last night and then I played my ass off on stage and when I came back to Ann's house, I couldn't stop throwing up. She is used to it, though, but she hates it all the same.
There is no way I'm gonna move without waking her up so I just sit there, hearing her sleep. She is really nice even if she's snoring a little. And the faces she makes when she's asleep are priceless. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night and I see her opposite of me looking like a duck or something, I burst out laughing and she wakes up too and then she's really mad.
"You up baby?" she whispers and kisses me on the chest.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Getting there."
I laugh and kiss her forehead moving out of the bed. She moans and turns around obviously wanting to sleep more.
"I'll be there in two minutes okay?" she mumbles against her pillow and I have to laugh again.
"Sure. I'm gonna make coffee."
"I couldn't agree more."
"Okay. Take your time."
I get out of her room and go to her kitchen to make coffee. Her house is pretty; better than mine by far. That's why my dad has lost me for the last year or so. It's just better to stay at your girlfriend's when you know that your house is a shit hole and some edible food is a hopeless dream. But even when Ann goes to her parents I still don't sleep at my dad's; I have Billie's apartment.
"Something smells good in here..." Ann wears my T-shirt and tries to make her hair, which is practically impossible and she is going to realize it by the time I get her coffee in a cup.
"It's me. I smell like my girlfriend got me laid last night and I just made coffee." She laughs and hits me on the stomach. I kiss her and give her her cup and a cookie.
"My hair is so fucking crazy. I give up."
"Whatever you want babe."
"So how's it going with the guys? You still want to be famous?"
"We don't want to be famous. We know that we're awesome already. Now if other people agree with that, it's cool."
"Okay...so how's it going?"
"It's good. Kinda tense now because Beej broke up with Adrienne some days ago and he's, well, pining, but our next album is gonna be up sometime next year so that's cool."
"Yeah it is...very cool." She pecks my lips and takes another sip of her coffee before making one more effort to comb her hair.
"And I'm thinking of getting a tattoo."
"You mean another tattoo?" she asks, sighing. Ann hates tattoos; every time I get one she gives me the cold shoulder for at least one day and a half.
"C'mon. It's gonna be amazing, I swear."
"What are you thinking of doing anyway?"
"I'm not sure yet but look at this arm...it's really empty. It could use some color."
She giggles, gives me one final kiss before going in the room saying "Do whatever you want babe. I've given up on you a long time ago."
She's half joking, half talking serious now, but I let it drop 'cause I hate fighting with her. I hate fighting with people in general and I have to meet the guys in fifteen minutes.
"Mike your bass is in the bathroom."
"How did it get there?"
"You left it here last night before the...vomit marathon."
"Right. Does it get in your way?"
"Well yeah. I want to take a bath."
"Okay." I go to the bathroom and get my bass and Ann is getting undressed. I smile at her and wink before I get out.
"I'll see you later hon!" she shouts after me.
"Bye babe!"
Tre and Billie are probably still asleep and will be like that 'till midnight, if I don't go and get their asses up.
***
NORA
"And did you listen to it?"
"Of course not. The record player is in the living room and whatever music my brother likes is definitely not going to be approved by my mom."
"I guess." Dep is right, one time we put the Beatles' White Album in their record player to listen to Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da and when it started playing "Why Don't We Do It In The Road" her mom practically ate us. Not to mention that she told my mom I listen to "inappropriate music" and mom didn't even know that I had taken the White Album from her collection.
Both Dep and I got grounded and I am not allowed to go near mom's collection again.
"Is Mattie picking you up?"
"Yeah. He and his girlfriend."
"Oh yeah, his girlfriend. What about her?"
"She is kinda slutty. And her nickname is Mary Jane but my brother won't tell me why they call her like that."
"Maybe she likes Spiderman."
"What?"
"Yeah, Spiderman's girlfriend is called Mary Jane remember?"
"Oh right! I'm sure that's it."
Dep lifts up another box with Christmas toys for the tree and I put 'Jingle Bell Rock' on the CD player. Dep is the best helper with Christmas decoration, because she is stronger than me so she carries stuff around but she doesn't really care about how the place looks, so I am free to put everything exactly where I want to. If Lane and Helen were there we would certainly end up fighting.
"My dad knows the Clash. He says he went to see them in a concert and they were great," I tell her.
"I don't know. I'll probably listen to it sometime."
"Yeah and when you do I want to be there too."
"Sure."
My mom comes to the living room, drinking eggnog, which is really disgusting and both Dep and I make a face to show our discomfort. She ignores us of course.
"Wow the tree is looking just fine girls."
"But we're not done with it," I tell her, a little irritated. I honestly don't know why I always make the tree by myself while my mother is at her room, organizing the next week's meetings at her club and dad is at his office answering phone calls. I know that grown ups are busy but please give me a break here. They are not participating in the holiday spirit.
"Well imagine how fabulous it will look like when you are," she answers and disappears again. Dep and I look at each other and she shrugs, lifting up a chair for me to stand on, to hang some balls on the higher parts of the tree.
"It kinda stinks," she claims.
"No it doesn't."
"Yes it does. Smell it." I smell the tree.
"Well maybe it has a heavier smell but honestly Deppie, is your nose that collective?"
"Don't call me Deppie!"
Dep's mom thinks that Deppie sounds like a prostitute's name so one time I made the tragic mistake of calling her like that and I was afraid that Mrs. Daniels was never going to let me be near Dep ever again.
So therefore Dep is scared to death when somebody calls her Deppie, even if her mom is not with her. It's amusing.
"Stop laughing or I start using one of your nicknames."
"I happen to love one of my two nicknames so you will only bug me if you guess the one that drives me crazy."
"Fine Baby."
"Oh shut up!"
They call me 'baby' because I'm the youngest. But they also call me 'princess' and I love that! Dep holds the box with the gold and silver balls so I can reach it, while the 'Jingle Bell Rock' CD starts again and the phone rings.
"Nora! It's for you!" Dad shouts.
"Who is it?"
"How am I supposed to know? One of your friends. Don't be long."
"Fine."
I pick up the phone we have in the living room and the first thing I hear is some unidentified noise with a hint of a rhythm and someone screaming to it.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me."
"Hey Lane. What is that noise?"
"You have to come over!"
"Why what's going on?"
"My sisters bought this record, because they like a guy who recommended it to them and I stole it."
"What else is new?"
"You have to hear it."
"Just put the phone closer to the CD player."
"No, no. I have to see your face when you hear it. Just take Dep and get here!
I've already brought Helen."
"But I am decorating the tree... "
"You can finish off later you have to hear this."
"Okay fine just tell me who's the singer."
"They're a group. They're called Green Day."
"What does that mean?"
"I have no idea but I don't care! Get your butt over here!"
"Alright! We'll be there in fifteen minutes."
***
TRE
"Oh man!"
"Yeah I know I am so fucking beautiful."
"Again?"
"Why not? I was getting tired of blond." I look fine as a bluehead. It's sexier, more mysterious and, let's face it, I'm gonna be much more noticeable now.
Maybe that's why Billie and Mike don't like it; I'm going to get all the ladies far far away from them, even if Mike has the "gorgeous body" and Billie has the "dashing eyes" or whatever. Yep, blue is great.
"Let's see you've covered red, blue, green...how many colors are on a rainbow?"
"Shut the fuck up, I look awesome." I push Billie and hit his forehead.
"You're right man. It's quite nice," Mike tells me, messing my blue hair up with his fucking huge hands. I push him too and try to fix it but I don't know if that worked, because you can't work miracles with no mirror around.
"Honestly Tre you look okay all blue. It matches your eyes." Billie talks in a sissy voice, just to make me mad, so I tell him to shut the hell up.
"Oh Tre don't reject me please, I'm your number one fan..." Now Billie talks in a teenie/sissy voice and gets closer to me. "I'll flash you if you let me hold your drumsticks for a minute... "
"Oh give me a goddamn break BJ!"
"Why are you so cruel to me? Never mind toughness makes me horny."
You can get a lot of what's Mike's sense of humor like, by the fact that he laughed his heart out with this. And he even wanted to take part of the action as well.
"Tre will you sign on my... "
"Shut the fuck up!"
I yell at them and they keep on giggling like two year olds. "You're assholes," I tell them, feeling offended on behalf of my blue hair.
"Whatever drummer girl, just remember to warn people that you changed your hair again, before we go to the studio today ok?"
"Fuck off."
"I'm serious"
"So am I."
Billie sighs and lifts Blue from the floor. I guess it's time to hit the road. I leave my dad a note saying that I'll be late because we have studio and Gilman Street today and we head off, with them two still making fun of me.
Anyway I don't say anything, because Asshole Billie is better than Suicidal Billie and we have seen a lot of the second one these days. It's better if you have a lot of girls than being stuck with a chick and then when that goes to hell, you're left with nothing but a pack of cigarettes.
Whatever, he will get back together with Adrienne eventually. And until then we've got "Kerplunk!" to worry about. And well Christmas vacations and shit like that.
"My mom wants me to go to her house and spend Christmas."
"And will you?"
"Like fuck I will. We've got gigs."
"I think I'll go to my dad for two or three days." Both Mike and Billie have vendettas with their folks. Mike with his dad because he wants our bassist to continue college and stuff and Billie with his mom because she's married to a jerk.
Personally, I have a nice situation going on at home. My dad is quite cool, he supports the band and mom, well, she's not exactly jumping up and down but she never says anything so yeah, it's cool.
We pass by Cherry and I stop to greet her and give her a kiss.
"Hello baby. Hey guys." Cherry is very polite, she always says hello to 'the guys' even though I forget they are standing there every time.
"Will you come by tonight?" she whispers and gives me a kiss on my ear. I love it when they do that.
"I'll try I promise. But if I manage it's going to be really late."
"That's fine, I'm not an early bird."
"But remember Cherry: the early bird catches the worm!" I don't know what is going through Mike's head and makes him say shit like that sometimes.
And the worst part is that he laughs with it too! Cherry doesn't comment, thankfully, but gives me another kiss and goes away saying goodbye to 'the guys'.
That's the only way I'm going to have a relationship. No strings attached, just having a good time. But I always make sure the girl is fine with it too so don't judge me.
Cherry is a gorgeous girl. I met her at a concert and she was into us a lot. I bought her a drink afterwards and she then ordered another round and then I took her home and we fucked.
That was something like two months ago and we've been seeing each other casually ever since. But that doesn't mean that if I like another girl I won't sleep with her because of Cherry and vice versa. I tell you it's the only thing that works if you don't want your heart torn up to fucking pieces.
DEP
People saying that having a big brother is nice, because he protects you and you always feel safe obviously don't know my big brother.
His name is Mattie and last time I saw him he had his hair dyed red, pierced his lips, eyebrows, nose and was wearing the same pair of jeans for two weeks. Really gross guy.
Mom and dad never know where he lives. I don't know if I'm right but I think they don't really want to.
Anyway, now he's staying with us for a week with his girlfriend and he has changed a little. His hair is back to black again and he only has a nose ring on and his jeans seem different from those he wore two years ago, which is good.
His girlfriend, however, is like a clown. She wears really thick eyeliner and a very slutty tank top and tight pants and looks at me kinda odd. I can tell mom doesn't like her either. And Mattie and she lock themselves in his room for hours doing God knows what and when they come out they eat like animals. I know you are probably aware of what they do in the bedroom but it freaks me out just talking about it.
Not just because it's my brother but because I find...that thing...really really gross. All four of us agree that it's disgusting and we never want to do it. I know I won't.
Anyway, my brother plays the guitar and paints. He has painted a portrait of me and I had it on my wall for a while but then I threw it away because the paper was starting to get yellow. He has four tattoos on his body and they're all designed by him. He's a good painter, I'll give him that.
Christmas vacations have started since yesterday so I am a little more free. My mother is always miserable during holidays because she says I lose every bit of control and drive her crazy with my loudness and over the line energy. I don't understand what I do that makes her go mad.
I just listen to music, dance around once in a while and play with Roxie in the garden or, sometimes, in the house when it's too cold and I don't want my little dog to freeze.
I listen to Wham now, because I found one of their albums in my dad's closet. I wasn't going through other people's stuff, I swear, I just had to put some of his shirts in and I accidentally found it. It's pretty good; I like 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' and 'Last Christmas' because it's really suitable for this time of year.
Mattie walks into my room looking very angry but of course he doesn't scare me. He is funny when something gets on his nerves.
"What is this shit?" he asks.
"You are not allowed to swear in the house remember? Mom told you so millions of times."
"Well yeah guess what? I'm twenty years old so I don't have to do what mom says."
"But this is her house." He should really stop cursing because mom gets even more upset. I sometimes say 'damn it' or 'what the hell' but I am always careful that mom doesn't hear.
One time she heard me saying 'damn that Napoleon' and she told my dad and they grounded me for a week. I thought it wasn't that serious.
"Whatever little one, just turn this music down because I'm gonna puke."
"I like it."
"I don't. So turn it off."
"No. You go listen to your CDs and I'll listen to mine."
I cross my arms and take my serious look but Mattie starts laughing and pats my head; something that I hate also, because it makes me feel like a baby.
"Come over to my room for a sec," he says and leaves without looking at me again. I follow him just because I'm curious, even though he probably wants to show me something I'm not going to like because he likes to torture me. His girlfriend is not in but her clothes are all around the place.
"What's her name again?" I ask him, pointing at a picture of hers, laying on the bed.
"We all call her Mary Jane."
"You mean as a nickname?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"You're too young to understand why."
"Oh come on idiot just tell me! I'm smarter than you think."
"You're not allowed to swear in the house remember?"
"I'm allowed to tell an idiot when I see one." I don't know how I thought of that line but it came out really nicely. Mattie shakes his head, goes to his backpack and starts looking for something. He takes out a record and gives it to me. There's someone breaking his guitar on stage on the cover. Mattie had a T-Shirt with the same picture last time he came.
"What is that?"
"I thought you'd know how to read by now."
London Calling. The Clash.
"It's your Christmas present from me," Mattie says, lighting up a cigarette. He's not allowed to smoke in the house but I don't tell him anything.
"Thanks I guess. What is it? Are they a band?"
"Yep. They're a band. A kick ass band in fact." I roll my eyes because he swore again and he just waves his hand to apologize.
"Listen to it kiddo. And next time I come tell me how you liked it."
***
MIKE
I wake up in Ann's room and feel like shit.
This bed is too small to bear both of us so she is practically all over me, sleeping, and I can't see anything because her curly hair is on my face.
Ann is not the reason I feel like shit though; it's the fact that I got stoned last night and then I played my ass off on stage and when I came back to Ann's house, I couldn't stop throwing up. She is used to it, though, but she hates it all the same.
There is no way I'm gonna move without waking her up so I just sit there, hearing her sleep. She is really nice even if she's snoring a little. And the faces she makes when she's asleep are priceless. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night and I see her opposite of me looking like a duck or something, I burst out laughing and she wakes up too and then she's really mad.
"You up baby?" she whispers and kisses me on the chest.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Getting there."
I laugh and kiss her forehead moving out of the bed. She moans and turns around obviously wanting to sleep more.
"I'll be there in two minutes okay?" she mumbles against her pillow and I have to laugh again.
"Sure. I'm gonna make coffee."
"I couldn't agree more."
"Okay. Take your time."
I get out of her room and go to her kitchen to make coffee. Her house is pretty; better than mine by far. That's why my dad has lost me for the last year or so. It's just better to stay at your girlfriend's when you know that your house is a shit hole and some edible food is a hopeless dream. But even when Ann goes to her parents I still don't sleep at my dad's; I have Billie's apartment.
"Something smells good in here..." Ann wears my T-shirt and tries to make her hair, which is practically impossible and she is going to realize it by the time I get her coffee in a cup.
"It's me. I smell like my girlfriend got me laid last night and I just made coffee." She laughs and hits me on the stomach. I kiss her and give her her cup and a cookie.
"My hair is so fucking crazy. I give up."
"Whatever you want babe."
"So how's it going with the guys? You still want to be famous?"
"We don't want to be famous. We know that we're awesome already. Now if other people agree with that, it's cool."
"Okay...so how's it going?"
"It's good. Kinda tense now because Beej broke up with Adrienne some days ago and he's, well, pining, but our next album is gonna be up sometime next year so that's cool."
"Yeah it is...very cool." She pecks my lips and takes another sip of her coffee before making one more effort to comb her hair.
"And I'm thinking of getting a tattoo."
"You mean another tattoo?" she asks, sighing. Ann hates tattoos; every time I get one she gives me the cold shoulder for at least one day and a half.
"C'mon. It's gonna be amazing, I swear."
"What are you thinking of doing anyway?"
"I'm not sure yet but look at this arm...it's really empty. It could use some color."
She giggles, gives me one final kiss before going in the room saying "Do whatever you want babe. I've given up on you a long time ago."
She's half joking, half talking serious now, but I let it drop 'cause I hate fighting with her. I hate fighting with people in general and I have to meet the guys in fifteen minutes.
"Mike your bass is in the bathroom."
"How did it get there?"
"You left it here last night before the...vomit marathon."
"Right. Does it get in your way?"
"Well yeah. I want to take a bath."
"Okay." I go to the bathroom and get my bass and Ann is getting undressed. I smile at her and wink before I get out.
"I'll see you later hon!" she shouts after me.
"Bye babe!"
Tre and Billie are probably still asleep and will be like that 'till midnight, if I don't go and get their asses up.
***
NORA
"And did you listen to it?"
"Of course not. The record player is in the living room and whatever music my brother likes is definitely not going to be approved by my mom."
"I guess." Dep is right, one time we put the Beatles' White Album in their record player to listen to Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da and when it started playing "Why Don't We Do It In The Road" her mom practically ate us. Not to mention that she told my mom I listen to "inappropriate music" and mom didn't even know that I had taken the White Album from her collection.
Both Dep and I got grounded and I am not allowed to go near mom's collection again.
"Is Mattie picking you up?"
"Yeah. He and his girlfriend."
"Oh yeah, his girlfriend. What about her?"
"She is kinda slutty. And her nickname is Mary Jane but my brother won't tell me why they call her like that."
"Maybe she likes Spiderman."
"What?"
"Yeah, Spiderman's girlfriend is called Mary Jane remember?"
"Oh right! I'm sure that's it."
Dep lifts up another box with Christmas toys for the tree and I put 'Jingle Bell Rock' on the CD player. Dep is the best helper with Christmas decoration, because she is stronger than me so she carries stuff around but she doesn't really care about how the place looks, so I am free to put everything exactly where I want to. If Lane and Helen were there we would certainly end up fighting.
"My dad knows the Clash. He says he went to see them in a concert and they were great," I tell her.
"I don't know. I'll probably listen to it sometime."
"Yeah and when you do I want to be there too."
"Sure."
My mom comes to the living room, drinking eggnog, which is really disgusting and both Dep and I make a face to show our discomfort. She ignores us of course.
"Wow the tree is looking just fine girls."
"But we're not done with it," I tell her, a little irritated. I honestly don't know why I always make the tree by myself while my mother is at her room, organizing the next week's meetings at her club and dad is at his office answering phone calls. I know that grown ups are busy but please give me a break here. They are not participating in the holiday spirit.
"Well imagine how fabulous it will look like when you are," she answers and disappears again. Dep and I look at each other and she shrugs, lifting up a chair for me to stand on, to hang some balls on the higher parts of the tree.
"It kinda stinks," she claims.
"No it doesn't."
"Yes it does. Smell it." I smell the tree.
"Well maybe it has a heavier smell but honestly Deppie, is your nose that collective?"
"Don't call me Deppie!"
Dep's mom thinks that Deppie sounds like a prostitute's name so one time I made the tragic mistake of calling her like that and I was afraid that Mrs. Daniels was never going to let me be near Dep ever again.
So therefore Dep is scared to death when somebody calls her Deppie, even if her mom is not with her. It's amusing.
"Stop laughing or I start using one of your nicknames."
"I happen to love one of my two nicknames so you will only bug me if you guess the one that drives me crazy."
"Fine Baby."
"Oh shut up!"
They call me 'baby' because I'm the youngest. But they also call me 'princess' and I love that! Dep holds the box with the gold and silver balls so I can reach it, while the 'Jingle Bell Rock' CD starts again and the phone rings.
"Nora! It's for you!" Dad shouts.
"Who is it?"
"How am I supposed to know? One of your friends. Don't be long."
"Fine."
I pick up the phone we have in the living room and the first thing I hear is some unidentified noise with a hint of a rhythm and someone screaming to it.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me."
"Hey Lane. What is that noise?"
"You have to come over!"
"Why what's going on?"
"My sisters bought this record, because they like a guy who recommended it to them and I stole it."
"What else is new?"
"You have to hear it."
"Just put the phone closer to the CD player."
"No, no. I have to see your face when you hear it. Just take Dep and get here!
I've already brought Helen."
"But I am decorating the tree... "
"You can finish off later you have to hear this."
"Okay fine just tell me who's the singer."
"They're a group. They're called Green Day."
"What does that mean?"
"I have no idea but I don't care! Get your butt over here!"
"Alright! We'll be there in fifteen minutes."
***
TRE
"Oh man!"
"Yeah I know I am so fucking beautiful."
"Again?"
"Why not? I was getting tired of blond." I look fine as a bluehead. It's sexier, more mysterious and, let's face it, I'm gonna be much more noticeable now.
Maybe that's why Billie and Mike don't like it; I'm going to get all the ladies far far away from them, even if Mike has the "gorgeous body" and Billie has the "dashing eyes" or whatever. Yep, blue is great.
"Let's see you've covered red, blue, green...how many colors are on a rainbow?"
"Shut the fuck up, I look awesome." I push Billie and hit his forehead.
"You're right man. It's quite nice," Mike tells me, messing my blue hair up with his fucking huge hands. I push him too and try to fix it but I don't know if that worked, because you can't work miracles with no mirror around.
"Honestly Tre you look okay all blue. It matches your eyes." Billie talks in a sissy voice, just to make me mad, so I tell him to shut the hell up.
"Oh Tre don't reject me please, I'm your number one fan..." Now Billie talks in a teenie/sissy voice and gets closer to me. "I'll flash you if you let me hold your drumsticks for a minute... "
"Oh give me a goddamn break BJ!"
"Why are you so cruel to me? Never mind toughness makes me horny."
You can get a lot of what's Mike's sense of humor like, by the fact that he laughed his heart out with this. And he even wanted to take part of the action as well.
"Tre will you sign on my... "
"Shut the fuck up!"
I yell at them and they keep on giggling like two year olds. "You're assholes," I tell them, feeling offended on behalf of my blue hair.
"Whatever drummer girl, just remember to warn people that you changed your hair again, before we go to the studio today ok?"
"Fuck off."
"I'm serious"
"So am I."
Billie sighs and lifts Blue from the floor. I guess it's time to hit the road. I leave my dad a note saying that I'll be late because we have studio and Gilman Street today and we head off, with them two still making fun of me.
Anyway I don't say anything, because Asshole Billie is better than Suicidal Billie and we have seen a lot of the second one these days. It's better if you have a lot of girls than being stuck with a chick and then when that goes to hell, you're left with nothing but a pack of cigarettes.
Whatever, he will get back together with Adrienne eventually. And until then we've got "Kerplunk!" to worry about. And well Christmas vacations and shit like that.
"My mom wants me to go to her house and spend Christmas."
"And will you?"
"Like fuck I will. We've got gigs."
"I think I'll go to my dad for two or three days." Both Mike and Billie have vendettas with their folks. Mike with his dad because he wants our bassist to continue college and stuff and Billie with his mom because she's married to a jerk.
Personally, I have a nice situation going on at home. My dad is quite cool, he supports the band and mom, well, she's not exactly jumping up and down but she never says anything so yeah, it's cool.
We pass by Cherry and I stop to greet her and give her a kiss.
"Hello baby. Hey guys." Cherry is very polite, she always says hello to 'the guys' even though I forget they are standing there every time.
"Will you come by tonight?" she whispers and gives me a kiss on my ear. I love it when they do that.
"I'll try I promise. But if I manage it's going to be really late."
"That's fine, I'm not an early bird."
"But remember Cherry: the early bird catches the worm!" I don't know what is going through Mike's head and makes him say shit like that sometimes.
And the worst part is that he laughs with it too! Cherry doesn't comment, thankfully, but gives me another kiss and goes away saying goodbye to 'the guys'.
That's the only way I'm going to have a relationship. No strings attached, just having a good time. But I always make sure the girl is fine with it too so don't judge me.
Cherry is a gorgeous girl. I met her at a concert and she was into us a lot. I bought her a drink afterwards and she then ordered another round and then I took her home and we fucked.
That was something like two months ago and we've been seeing each other casually ever since. But that doesn't mean that if I like another girl I won't sleep with her because of Cherry and vice versa. I tell you it's the only thing that works if you don't want your heart torn up to fucking pieces.
