Rebellious, chapter 5
Mary Jane and other pleasant acquaintances
DEP
You have five new messages
Great. The only thing I need after nine hours of work and band practice. Having to return phone calls.
Hey it's me! You know who me don't you? Me me!!
Eileen, the seventeen years old with the mind of a grown woman and the behavior of the silliest girl that ever existed; yes I include Dexter's sister too. ("Dexter's Laboratory" is actually one of her favorite TV shows. You should see how she laughs with it!)
I just wanted to say that if you go to your house before band practice, take my lyrics with you! I forgot them there the night before. I hope you didn't burn them otherwise you better find a ticket to Mexico! But I would still find you. Bye!
Her lyrics? I have not seen them anywhere. I don't even remember her coming here holding papers with lyrics. I don't really remember when she was here to begin with.
It's me again. I forgot that we got high last time I visited. There's a notebook under your sofa that is mine. If you go to your house before band practice, bring it too. Bye!
Okay that explains it. I'm not going to bother and try to understand why her notebook is under my sofa but anyway. I guess I'll give it to her next time we see each other.
Babe, it's me.
"And who are you?"
Listen we had a really wild time the other day and I dig you a lot.
Who uses this kind of language anymore!! Man, get a fucking clue whoever you are!
But unfortunately my parents think you are a little too much for me to handle... meaning you are a bad influence so... I mean if my parents kick me out I have nowhere to go so... I hope you don't mind... We can still be friends though! If you don't smoke in the house...
Somebody I don't remember just broke up with me. What you're going to do.
The other two messages are from Eileen to tell me to bring an extra pair of drumsticks because Judy lost the one I had in the garage. Bullshit she's the one who lost them, I made her confess in the end.
The good news is I don't have to return any calls because I have already gone to band practice and did not bring Eileen's lyrics and well, I bet whatshisface wouldn't mind if I didn't call him begging to take me back.
So I turn the music on and head off to take a shower because I stink. Why do I have to fucking sweat so much? I walk for two feet and my clothes are so wet I have to take them off. And not just when it's hot outside, all the four fucking seasons of the year.
And when I have my period it's just an added bonus. Cramps sweat and blood.
Do I hear keys? Great it looks like I'm not going to have a shower today.
"Nora! What a surprise it's been so long since I last saw you! A whole hour!" I shout at her.
"What?!" she screams back.
"Hold on I'll turn off the music."
"Jesus one of these days you'll turn deaf."
"It's just the volume I like."
"You mean it's not good unless the neighborhood's hearing is in danger."
"Pretty much. What's up?"
"Well, my parents are out of town for four days, leaving tonight so..."
"You'll come to the library with me?"
"Yeah baby!"
'The library' is a code word, meaning an underground club four blocks away from my apartment and whenever we go there the girls tell their folks that they go to study in the library and then they'll sleep over with me.
"Cool, go get dressed and I'll take a shower."
"Ok got it."
Nora could easily work for the FBI or the CIA or something and nobody would ever understand anything; her parents think she is this sweet girl, focused on school, virginal as hell, modest, listening to classical music (or to the Beatles' first big hits when she wants to be wild) while the real Nora has slept with five guys (so she claims anyway... I think it's more), plays bass in a rock band (and has once or twice appeared with nothing but a bra and tight pants), smokes (regular cigarettes and pot) and hides all her real clothes in a closet in my house!
"How do I look?" Of course she looks amazing. She always does and she knows it.
"Awesome. What about me?"
"You're wearing a towel."
"You mean I can't go out like this?"
"Sure you can, they're going to love it."
"Thanks. Are the other two coming?"
"Yeah Eileen is on her way and Judy will come here and we'll go together."
"Nice."
I change into my black pants and a blouse I don't know where I got, but I like it. It has a smiling scalp in the front. Nora has put on her make up in a heartbeat and I sit down so she can fix mine as well. She does this thing where she looks at me up and down and decides what make-up I should get.
"Black eyeliner and brown eye shadow. Any news from the music store?"
"Somebody wanted Syndi Lauper's greatest hits today."
"No way!"
"That's what I said."
"How about that cute guitarist? Did he come?"
"If you want to fuck him just let me get his number for you!"
"I don't want to fuck him I just...notice him. Close your eyes."
"Like you noticed your drama teacher and poor guy almost got fired."
"That's exactly why I think I must take some distance from sex. Judy has only been with two guys and she's perfectly fine with it."
"I have been with ten and I am perfectly fine with it too."
"Well you started earlier. Look up." The looking up part is my least favorite because I can't keep my eyes open and Nora tells me I'm being like her cousin who is eight.
"I did not start way earlier than you all."
"A year and a half is some amount of time you know."
"Whatever."
"Your face is ready babe, just put on some lipstick and that's it." I don't even bother to look at the mirror since I know it's perfect. But I'm not going to put on lipstick.
I turn on the music again and start to dance while Nora tries to clean up, even though I have told her thousands of times that I like my mess! And anyway you can't be tiding up while you listen to God Save the Queen.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"I'm grabbing you by the arm, so you can quit being a fucking geek and dance!"
"But you have all these clothes hanging there!"
"So what? Let them hang!"
She laughs and she finally gives in, like she usually does just when a very pale looking Judy unlocks the door.
"Are you okay?" Nora asks on the top of her voice. I realize that whatever happened can not be easily accompanied by the Sex Pistols, so the music goes off again.
"My dad," she says and throws herself on the couch.
"What about him? Is he okay?"
She sighs and puts her head in her hands, something she only does when she can't get a cord right.
"I had some Speed hidden under my bed and he found it and he kicked me out."
If I wasn't afraid that my friend would think I was a bitch by sighing in relief, I would sigh in relief. And judging from how Nora looks at me, I think she would do the same.
"You can come and live here," I tell her, hugging her. I'm not crazy with the whole roommate idea but hey, anything for your best friends.
"Yeah, or to my place," Nora suggests. "My parents won't mind. And I'm sure that Eileen would be more than happy if you stayed with her. Seriously honey, it's okay. You never liked living with your dad anyway right? And when you came in looking like that I thought something worse had happened like he got hurt or something." She is right, I thought the same.
"I couldn't care less if he got hurt. My problem is I have nowhere to live."
"Well then you have no problem. You got three options, make your choice!" I try to cheer her up and I succeed because she laughs and hugs me and Nora and says thanks.
"Okay let's get going then. Eileen will be wondering where we disappeared to."
"She'll think aliens kidnapped us."
"Or she will go in and take all the cute guys."
***
EILEEN
"Nice tattoo you got there. Good band, the Beatles."
"Thanks stranger but my Beatles tattoo is in a place where you shouldn't be looking. Or if you desperately want to just don't tell me you did."
"Sorry and I couldn't help it. Anyway my name is Anthony. Nice to meet you Stranger."
"Wait a minute I know you! Boy do I know you! You're Anthony Kiedis!"
"Wow, you definitely know your stuff."
"I love your band. I had seen you guys way back, performing at a club close to here. I didn't know you got back in town, now that you're all famous and stuff."
"What do you mean way back? When we started you were not even born."
"Well, I got interested in live performances when I was really young. Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting you!"
"You're not exactly meeting me if you don't tell me your name."
"Oh right, of course what an idiot. I'm Eileen Clash."
"Jeez, whoever named you must really like you."
"I named myself. I'm actually called Lane Pulman. I'd hated it since the day I
was born so by the time I was twelve I made everyone call me Eileen."
I can feel my cheeks burning! I can't believe I'm talking to the lead singer of Red Hot Chili Peppers! And I sure am talking because I can't stop! And I can't stop because he seems to be listening!
"I wish I could change my name too. But I would never manage to make everyone call me how I wanted."
"Your name is great."
"Thanks. So how come an innocent looking girl like you can be found in a place like this?"
"I'm not innocent. I'm in a rock band and I'm meeting the other three members of my band. It's one of our favorite places."
That's like the ultimate, desert-island, number one line you say to a male musician if you like him: that you're in a band. And I get to use it without having to lie!
"A rock band? Seriously? Wow, do you guys play somewhere?"
"Yeah there's this place called Black Jack and it's just minutes away from here. You should come and see us, we play every second night. We're called Gun Shot."
"Cool name."
"Thanks." Ah, there are my very late and soon to be very jealous friends we look like they saw a ghost when they come close enough to understand who I'm talking to.
"Anthony I'd like you to meet my best friends and fellow players of my band: Nora, Dep and Judy." I hope he won't be smitten by Nora's smile, or Judy's eyes or Dep's boobs and I lose my listener; besides I got legs to support myself. I'm not afraid to use them, I'm wearing a skirt after all.
"Nice meeting you all. You look amazing." I have the best legs! They all agree on that one! Over here mate, we got legs.
"Thanks. We admire your band so much." Of course Nora is the first to jump into the conversation. Why, why can't they leave me alone with him?
"That's nice to hear. So Eileen told me that you guys play rock. Your own stuff or..."
"We were forbidden to play our own stuff because the guy who owns the place we perform told us that people want familiar tunes but last time we got a deal and he'll let us play some songs." That's Dep, remembering her glorious moment when she told Big Jack to take his familiar tunes and go fuck himself.
"That's great. Well I think I'll need another drink. Do you want to come with me?" he asks me! Hey, that gives me back my lead! I nod and smile and wait for him to go first so I can turn back and see if the girls are mad but thankfully they give me the thumbs up.
"Your friends are wonderful."
"Thanks. I met them when I was five and we do everything together ever since."
"That's a lot of time to be with someone."
"It doesn't seem like a lot. It's still new in a way."
"When did you form Gun Shot?"
"When we were fourteen. Our music teacher picked us to sing All You Need Is Love and the other three knew how to play instruments and I had the best voice and we were a hit so..."
"So you liked the feeling of being a hit."
"That's right."
"I know that feeling, nothing beats it"
***
NORA
Ok so my best friend is right across the crowded room, hitting it off with a rock star. And for the second time. Way to go Eileen if she keeps attracting them like that we will find a record deal in a heart beat.
"Can Judy stay with you tonight? I have to clean the house up a little so another creature besides me can live in it and our lead singer won't be going home as it seems."
"Sure." I smile at Judy, who looks at me worryingly and I let her know that there really is no problem. Actually, my dad doesn't like her so much (he doesn't like any of them in fact. He claims that they were kind when they were young, but now all they do is try to drag me downfall. If only he knew... I like bugging him anyway.)
"So did you save that Speed that got you out of hell?" Typical Dep.
"No! He threw it away saying that he doesn't want shit in his house. I guess thousands of empty bottles of beer and cigarettes lying on the floor is normal life to him. Fucking drunk asshole"
Dep pats her back and then searches her pockets, taking out an impressively big bag with pot and showing it off to us with a smirk.
"Well if there's no Speed, I guess second best will have to do."
"You're going to kill yourself one day with all this shit. You know that right?"
Okay, I admit I shouldn't act like her mom and no, she doesn't smoke it all the time. To be absolutely honest she has managed to bring it down to one fag the week but I am ashamed to say that it kind of irritates me that she always has the best pot and she knows everybody and she gets to wake up an hour later than me and everybody seems to know her too.
"Oh does this mean you don't want some?" She smiles and brings it closer to me so I can smell its seductive aroma and now Judy finds this torture amusing so I have to back down.
"Okay, one for me too." They start laughing and eventually I join, while Dep is getting the cigarettes ready.
"Maybe we should ask Eileen if she wants one," I suggest. She is really a fun sight once she gets high. I mean even when she's sober she's always acting so enthusiastic and she's laughing all the time so when you add marijuana in her system it's just amazing. Last time she started saying she was Marylyn Monroe and she danced like her and the moves were identical! We died laughing.
"I don't think she needs it, they seem to be hitting it off." First inhale.
"Maybe she'll smoke a bigger fag tonight!"
"Ew Judy!!"
"I can't believe I just said that!"
"Life away from daddy baby. It can have that effect on you." Second inhale.
"Yeah Dep is right about that. I once fantasized what would be the first thing I'd do if I left my house and I'm pretty sure I would go really wild like I'd start blowing guys in the middle of the street."
"I'd pay to see you do that!" I'd pay to see me do that as well. People fantasize strange things.
"What was the first thing you did when you left your house Dep?"
"Well..." Third inhale "Before I left I jumped on my bed with bare feet, I listened to an entire album of Bad Religion to the highest volume the record player could get, I drunk water from the bottle and I sworn to nobody until I ran out of words. After that I just wrote my mom a note saying I'm leaving."
"Niiiiice. I think this thing begun getting to me. There's this noise in my head going 'Aaaah...' It's great." That 'Aaaah' Judy made was a sex sound and yes we are high enough to laugh hysterically.
And we inhale for the fourth time so now there is no way to stop the giggling. People are coming to us to ask for some of our beloved Mary Jane for themselves and usually Dep gives what they ask for but tonight she says "We are having a crisis, our lead guitarist has been kicked out of her house and our lead singer is over there seducing a rock star. Fuck off." And every time she says it we laugh stronger.
"See? Life is nice."
***
EILEEN
"So Billie Joe gave you his pin?"
"Yeah and I've been wearing it ever since to bring me luck. No one else is allowed to touch it."
"That's really one hell of a story. The day you first listened to Green Day, you met their lead singer without knowing who he was and he gave you his pin..."
"Yep. That's my little fairy tale."
"Sounds like destiny." And that is when I kiss Anthony Kiedis for the first time. Not a hungry kiss because I'm not a slut but a touch on the lips that lasts a little longer than I first wanted.
"What was that for?"
"Well nobody I've met has agreed with me that it really was destiny so you saying it, was a pleasant change."
"Glad to be a service." I laugh and kiss him again and this time our tongues have some work to do but again he can't say I am a slut because he got his into my mouth first.
"There's one thing we didn't talk about."
"What's that?"
"Have you ever had sex with someone?"
And right there is my chance to impress him. "Well, when I was fifteen with two guys, when I was sixteen with three and this year... I really don't remember... I count them when the year ends actually..."
"Well you're not innocent after all."
"I never was."
"And what are the chances that if I do it with you you'll imagine I'm Billie Joe?"
"I've done this with every other guy!"
"I could tell."
And I stop talking, because I have nothing to say. I am embarrassed, obviously, and he is looking at me very intensely with a wide smile on his face like he's saying "Naughty girl you!" and I can't look into his eyes anymore.
"I'll tell you what," he begins and lifts my chin so I have to look at him whether I want to or not. Then he pauses and smiles again and gives me a small kiss which I can tell he didn't plan on.
"I have an impressively, ultra jealous girlfriend. And not that that gets in my way usually but I have to see her later on and she can tell if I slept with someone. She's a psychic that girl. Plus you seem really special..."
"I do?"
"Yes you do. And you know... hopelessly in love with a millionaire."
Funny; but I am to cry at when you think about it. "So we won't do it tonight..." I try to say that like I'm not disappointed. I grin at him and pat his knee, like 'hey there pal!' but I don't get the same 'let's be friends' attitude from him. What I get is a very sweet and quite lusty kiss and maybe, just maybe, I get Billie Joe out of my mind for a little.
"We can still kiss though..." he whispers.
"Right. Kissing. Let's go."
DEP
You have five new messages
Great. The only thing I need after nine hours of work and band practice. Having to return phone calls.
Hey it's me! You know who me don't you? Me me!!
Eileen, the seventeen years old with the mind of a grown woman and the behavior of the silliest girl that ever existed; yes I include Dexter's sister too. ("Dexter's Laboratory" is actually one of her favorite TV shows. You should see how she laughs with it!)
I just wanted to say that if you go to your house before band practice, take my lyrics with you! I forgot them there the night before. I hope you didn't burn them otherwise you better find a ticket to Mexico! But I would still find you. Bye!
Her lyrics? I have not seen them anywhere. I don't even remember her coming here holding papers with lyrics. I don't really remember when she was here to begin with.
It's me again. I forgot that we got high last time I visited. There's a notebook under your sofa that is mine. If you go to your house before band practice, bring it too. Bye!
Okay that explains it. I'm not going to bother and try to understand why her notebook is under my sofa but anyway. I guess I'll give it to her next time we see each other.
Babe, it's me.
"And who are you?"
Listen we had a really wild time the other day and I dig you a lot.
Who uses this kind of language anymore!! Man, get a fucking clue whoever you are!
But unfortunately my parents think you are a little too much for me to handle... meaning you are a bad influence so... I mean if my parents kick me out I have nowhere to go so... I hope you don't mind... We can still be friends though! If you don't smoke in the house...
Somebody I don't remember just broke up with me. What you're going to do.
The other two messages are from Eileen to tell me to bring an extra pair of drumsticks because Judy lost the one I had in the garage. Bullshit she's the one who lost them, I made her confess in the end.
The good news is I don't have to return any calls because I have already gone to band practice and did not bring Eileen's lyrics and well, I bet whatshisface wouldn't mind if I didn't call him begging to take me back.
So I turn the music on and head off to take a shower because I stink. Why do I have to fucking sweat so much? I walk for two feet and my clothes are so wet I have to take them off. And not just when it's hot outside, all the four fucking seasons of the year.
And when I have my period it's just an added bonus. Cramps sweat and blood.
Do I hear keys? Great it looks like I'm not going to have a shower today.
"Nora! What a surprise it's been so long since I last saw you! A whole hour!" I shout at her.
"What?!" she screams back.
"Hold on I'll turn off the music."
"Jesus one of these days you'll turn deaf."
"It's just the volume I like."
"You mean it's not good unless the neighborhood's hearing is in danger."
"Pretty much. What's up?"
"Well, my parents are out of town for four days, leaving tonight so..."
"You'll come to the library with me?"
"Yeah baby!"
'The library' is a code word, meaning an underground club four blocks away from my apartment and whenever we go there the girls tell their folks that they go to study in the library and then they'll sleep over with me.
"Cool, go get dressed and I'll take a shower."
"Ok got it."
Nora could easily work for the FBI or the CIA or something and nobody would ever understand anything; her parents think she is this sweet girl, focused on school, virginal as hell, modest, listening to classical music (or to the Beatles' first big hits when she wants to be wild) while the real Nora has slept with five guys (so she claims anyway... I think it's more), plays bass in a rock band (and has once or twice appeared with nothing but a bra and tight pants), smokes (regular cigarettes and pot) and hides all her real clothes in a closet in my house!
"How do I look?" Of course she looks amazing. She always does and she knows it.
"Awesome. What about me?"
"You're wearing a towel."
"You mean I can't go out like this?"
"Sure you can, they're going to love it."
"Thanks. Are the other two coming?"
"Yeah Eileen is on her way and Judy will come here and we'll go together."
"Nice."
I change into my black pants and a blouse I don't know where I got, but I like it. It has a smiling scalp in the front. Nora has put on her make up in a heartbeat and I sit down so she can fix mine as well. She does this thing where she looks at me up and down and decides what make-up I should get.
"Black eyeliner and brown eye shadow. Any news from the music store?"
"Somebody wanted Syndi Lauper's greatest hits today."
"No way!"
"That's what I said."
"How about that cute guitarist? Did he come?"
"If you want to fuck him just let me get his number for you!"
"I don't want to fuck him I just...notice him. Close your eyes."
"Like you noticed your drama teacher and poor guy almost got fired."
"That's exactly why I think I must take some distance from sex. Judy has only been with two guys and she's perfectly fine with it."
"I have been with ten and I am perfectly fine with it too."
"Well you started earlier. Look up." The looking up part is my least favorite because I can't keep my eyes open and Nora tells me I'm being like her cousin who is eight.
"I did not start way earlier than you all."
"A year and a half is some amount of time you know."
"Whatever."
"Your face is ready babe, just put on some lipstick and that's it." I don't even bother to look at the mirror since I know it's perfect. But I'm not going to put on lipstick.
I turn on the music again and start to dance while Nora tries to clean up, even though I have told her thousands of times that I like my mess! And anyway you can't be tiding up while you listen to God Save the Queen.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"I'm grabbing you by the arm, so you can quit being a fucking geek and dance!"
"But you have all these clothes hanging there!"
"So what? Let them hang!"
She laughs and she finally gives in, like she usually does just when a very pale looking Judy unlocks the door.
"Are you okay?" Nora asks on the top of her voice. I realize that whatever happened can not be easily accompanied by the Sex Pistols, so the music goes off again.
"My dad," she says and throws herself on the couch.
"What about him? Is he okay?"
She sighs and puts her head in her hands, something she only does when she can't get a cord right.
"I had some Speed hidden under my bed and he found it and he kicked me out."
If I wasn't afraid that my friend would think I was a bitch by sighing in relief, I would sigh in relief. And judging from how Nora looks at me, I think she would do the same.
"You can come and live here," I tell her, hugging her. I'm not crazy with the whole roommate idea but hey, anything for your best friends.
"Yeah, or to my place," Nora suggests. "My parents won't mind. And I'm sure that Eileen would be more than happy if you stayed with her. Seriously honey, it's okay. You never liked living with your dad anyway right? And when you came in looking like that I thought something worse had happened like he got hurt or something." She is right, I thought the same.
"I couldn't care less if he got hurt. My problem is I have nowhere to live."
"Well then you have no problem. You got three options, make your choice!" I try to cheer her up and I succeed because she laughs and hugs me and Nora and says thanks.
"Okay let's get going then. Eileen will be wondering where we disappeared to."
"She'll think aliens kidnapped us."
"Or she will go in and take all the cute guys."
***
EILEEN
"Nice tattoo you got there. Good band, the Beatles."
"Thanks stranger but my Beatles tattoo is in a place where you shouldn't be looking. Or if you desperately want to just don't tell me you did."
"Sorry and I couldn't help it. Anyway my name is Anthony. Nice to meet you Stranger."
"Wait a minute I know you! Boy do I know you! You're Anthony Kiedis!"
"Wow, you definitely know your stuff."
"I love your band. I had seen you guys way back, performing at a club close to here. I didn't know you got back in town, now that you're all famous and stuff."
"What do you mean way back? When we started you were not even born."
"Well, I got interested in live performances when I was really young. Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting you!"
"You're not exactly meeting me if you don't tell me your name."
"Oh right, of course what an idiot. I'm Eileen Clash."
"Jeez, whoever named you must really like you."
"I named myself. I'm actually called Lane Pulman. I'd hated it since the day I
was born so by the time I was twelve I made everyone call me Eileen."
I can feel my cheeks burning! I can't believe I'm talking to the lead singer of Red Hot Chili Peppers! And I sure am talking because I can't stop! And I can't stop because he seems to be listening!
"I wish I could change my name too. But I would never manage to make everyone call me how I wanted."
"Your name is great."
"Thanks. So how come an innocent looking girl like you can be found in a place like this?"
"I'm not innocent. I'm in a rock band and I'm meeting the other three members of my band. It's one of our favorite places."
That's like the ultimate, desert-island, number one line you say to a male musician if you like him: that you're in a band. And I get to use it without having to lie!
"A rock band? Seriously? Wow, do you guys play somewhere?"
"Yeah there's this place called Black Jack and it's just minutes away from here. You should come and see us, we play every second night. We're called Gun Shot."
"Cool name."
"Thanks." Ah, there are my very late and soon to be very jealous friends we look like they saw a ghost when they come close enough to understand who I'm talking to.
"Anthony I'd like you to meet my best friends and fellow players of my band: Nora, Dep and Judy." I hope he won't be smitten by Nora's smile, or Judy's eyes or Dep's boobs and I lose my listener; besides I got legs to support myself. I'm not afraid to use them, I'm wearing a skirt after all.
"Nice meeting you all. You look amazing." I have the best legs! They all agree on that one! Over here mate, we got legs.
"Thanks. We admire your band so much." Of course Nora is the first to jump into the conversation. Why, why can't they leave me alone with him?
"That's nice to hear. So Eileen told me that you guys play rock. Your own stuff or..."
"We were forbidden to play our own stuff because the guy who owns the place we perform told us that people want familiar tunes but last time we got a deal and he'll let us play some songs." That's Dep, remembering her glorious moment when she told Big Jack to take his familiar tunes and go fuck himself.
"That's great. Well I think I'll need another drink. Do you want to come with me?" he asks me! Hey, that gives me back my lead! I nod and smile and wait for him to go first so I can turn back and see if the girls are mad but thankfully they give me the thumbs up.
"Your friends are wonderful."
"Thanks. I met them when I was five and we do everything together ever since."
"That's a lot of time to be with someone."
"It doesn't seem like a lot. It's still new in a way."
"When did you form Gun Shot?"
"When we were fourteen. Our music teacher picked us to sing All You Need Is Love and the other three knew how to play instruments and I had the best voice and we were a hit so..."
"So you liked the feeling of being a hit."
"That's right."
"I know that feeling, nothing beats it"
***
NORA
Ok so my best friend is right across the crowded room, hitting it off with a rock star. And for the second time. Way to go Eileen if she keeps attracting them like that we will find a record deal in a heart beat.
"Can Judy stay with you tonight? I have to clean the house up a little so another creature besides me can live in it and our lead singer won't be going home as it seems."
"Sure." I smile at Judy, who looks at me worryingly and I let her know that there really is no problem. Actually, my dad doesn't like her so much (he doesn't like any of them in fact. He claims that they were kind when they were young, but now all they do is try to drag me downfall. If only he knew... I like bugging him anyway.)
"So did you save that Speed that got you out of hell?" Typical Dep.
"No! He threw it away saying that he doesn't want shit in his house. I guess thousands of empty bottles of beer and cigarettes lying on the floor is normal life to him. Fucking drunk asshole"
Dep pats her back and then searches her pockets, taking out an impressively big bag with pot and showing it off to us with a smirk.
"Well if there's no Speed, I guess second best will have to do."
"You're going to kill yourself one day with all this shit. You know that right?"
Okay, I admit I shouldn't act like her mom and no, she doesn't smoke it all the time. To be absolutely honest she has managed to bring it down to one fag the week but I am ashamed to say that it kind of irritates me that she always has the best pot and she knows everybody and she gets to wake up an hour later than me and everybody seems to know her too.
"Oh does this mean you don't want some?" She smiles and brings it closer to me so I can smell its seductive aroma and now Judy finds this torture amusing so I have to back down.
"Okay, one for me too." They start laughing and eventually I join, while Dep is getting the cigarettes ready.
"Maybe we should ask Eileen if she wants one," I suggest. She is really a fun sight once she gets high. I mean even when she's sober she's always acting so enthusiastic and she's laughing all the time so when you add marijuana in her system it's just amazing. Last time she started saying she was Marylyn Monroe and she danced like her and the moves were identical! We died laughing.
"I don't think she needs it, they seem to be hitting it off." First inhale.
"Maybe she'll smoke a bigger fag tonight!"
"Ew Judy!!"
"I can't believe I just said that!"
"Life away from daddy baby. It can have that effect on you." Second inhale.
"Yeah Dep is right about that. I once fantasized what would be the first thing I'd do if I left my house and I'm pretty sure I would go really wild like I'd start blowing guys in the middle of the street."
"I'd pay to see you do that!" I'd pay to see me do that as well. People fantasize strange things.
"What was the first thing you did when you left your house Dep?"
"Well..." Third inhale "Before I left I jumped on my bed with bare feet, I listened to an entire album of Bad Religion to the highest volume the record player could get, I drunk water from the bottle and I sworn to nobody until I ran out of words. After that I just wrote my mom a note saying I'm leaving."
"Niiiiice. I think this thing begun getting to me. There's this noise in my head going 'Aaaah...' It's great." That 'Aaaah' Judy made was a sex sound and yes we are high enough to laugh hysterically.
And we inhale for the fourth time so now there is no way to stop the giggling. People are coming to us to ask for some of our beloved Mary Jane for themselves and usually Dep gives what they ask for but tonight she says "We are having a crisis, our lead guitarist has been kicked out of her house and our lead singer is over there seducing a rock star. Fuck off." And every time she says it we laugh stronger.
"See? Life is nice."
***
EILEEN
"So Billie Joe gave you his pin?"
"Yeah and I've been wearing it ever since to bring me luck. No one else is allowed to touch it."
"That's really one hell of a story. The day you first listened to Green Day, you met their lead singer without knowing who he was and he gave you his pin..."
"Yep. That's my little fairy tale."
"Sounds like destiny." And that is when I kiss Anthony Kiedis for the first time. Not a hungry kiss because I'm not a slut but a touch on the lips that lasts a little longer than I first wanted.
"What was that for?"
"Well nobody I've met has agreed with me that it really was destiny so you saying it, was a pleasant change."
"Glad to be a service." I laugh and kiss him again and this time our tongues have some work to do but again he can't say I am a slut because he got his into my mouth first.
"There's one thing we didn't talk about."
"What's that?"
"Have you ever had sex with someone?"
And right there is my chance to impress him. "Well, when I was fifteen with two guys, when I was sixteen with three and this year... I really don't remember... I count them when the year ends actually..."
"Well you're not innocent after all."
"I never was."
"And what are the chances that if I do it with you you'll imagine I'm Billie Joe?"
"I've done this with every other guy!"
"I could tell."
And I stop talking, because I have nothing to say. I am embarrassed, obviously, and he is looking at me very intensely with a wide smile on his face like he's saying "Naughty girl you!" and I can't look into his eyes anymore.
"I'll tell you what," he begins and lifts my chin so I have to look at him whether I want to or not. Then he pauses and smiles again and gives me a small kiss which I can tell he didn't plan on.
"I have an impressively, ultra jealous girlfriend. And not that that gets in my way usually but I have to see her later on and she can tell if I slept with someone. She's a psychic that girl. Plus you seem really special..."
"I do?"
"Yes you do. And you know... hopelessly in love with a millionaire."
Funny; but I am to cry at when you think about it. "So we won't do it tonight..." I try to say that like I'm not disappointed. I grin at him and pat his knee, like 'hey there pal!' but I don't get the same 'let's be friends' attitude from him. What I get is a very sweet and quite lusty kiss and maybe, just maybe, I get Billie Joe out of my mind for a little.
"We can still kiss though..." he whispers.
"Right. Kissing. Let's go."
