A Beginning Never Forgotten, chapter 3
The mechanic showed up about fifteen minutes after I came back from the phone booth. He lifted up the hood of the van and started to tinker with it.
"Where's my other drumstick?" Morgan complained.
"Didn't you just have it?" I asked.
"Yeah...but then Jessica took it!"
"Umm...Morgan?" said Catie. "You have to be the dumbest person I know."
"Oh yeah? How so?" she asked.
"Jessica still has your drumstick," I finished.
Morgan looked over at Jessica with wide eyes, surprise written across her face. "Give it back," Morgan said quietly.
Jessica looked over at Morgan with her evil smile slapped on her face. "Make me," she said in a mocking tone. She tried to hold in her laughter, but it didn't work. She burst out laughing at the look on Morgan's face.
Morgan lunged at Jessica, knocking them both over and falling to the ground. Catie was staring in shock at our two band mates on the ground, fighting over the drumstick. Meanwhile, I was laughing my ass off. The mechanic looked at us like we were weird or something.
"Oh my god. They are that stupid," Catie whispered.
I started to laugh silently as I replied. "Yeah, you're right, for once."
Morgan all of a sudden jumped up and started running around like a crazed maniac. "I GOT IT BACK!" she yelled into the mechanic's ear, making him drop the wrench on his toe.
"Shit...oww," he said.
"Sorry." Morgan tried to look guilty, but she couldn't do it. She had a smile on her face, but was trying to hide it. That didn't work either.
Okay, let me tell you about Morgan. She has short, dirty blonde hair that has black streaks. She has no piercings, but has a tattoo of a rose on her shoulder. She got it when she turned eighteen. I should know, I took her there to get it done. She was 5'6 and has brilliant blue eyes.
"Okay, I think I found the problem," the mechanic started. "I might need to get you towed back to the shop though."
"Okay," I said. I was really starting to get impatient. I needed to study sometime. If I failed tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised.
A few minutes later the tow truck pulled up. They hooked up our car and we hopped in the truck. I started searching through his personal cd collection. He actually had a good taste in music. I popped in a cd I knew and changed it to my favorite song. A second later, lyrics rang through the car and we all started singing.
"Do you have the time to listen to me whine?"
The amazing and wonderful sounds of Green Day rang through the truck as we sped down the highway. We headed to the auto shop; it really wasn't that far away. After a few minutes, we arrived in the parking lot and they took our car in. We got out of the truck and walked into the shop. Catie went off to talk to he guy at the front desk. Morgan, Jess and I sat down on a nearby bench. A few minutes later, a guy walked up to us. He didn't look like he worked there, but he looked oddly familiar. Then it hit me.
"Matt?" I asked him.
"Yep! Hey Lizz! Are you following me or something?"
"I could ask you the same thing you little stalker," I replied.
"I am not a stalker. But while we are on the subject, my sister got arrested for being a stalker."
"Really?" Morgan asked. "Who was she stalking?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Oh my god. I feel so sorry for him!" I said. Matt was cute and all, but he wouldn't make a very good girl, and, for Billie Joe's sake, I hope she didn't look like Matt.
As Catie started walking back over, she heard the last part and said, "Feel sorry for who?"
"Matt. His sister is in jail," Jess finished.
"She's actually in a mental institute."
"Okay." I was officially weirded out. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I told you, my uncle owns this place."
"Right, right. I knew that."
So, we sat there talking to Matt for a few hours, or until they finished working on Catie's car. They said they would send us the bill for the repair. We got in Catie's van after I gave Matt my phone number, and drove back to campus, finally.
"Where's my other drumstick?" Morgan complained.
"Didn't you just have it?" I asked.
"Yeah...but then Jessica took it!"
"Umm...Morgan?" said Catie. "You have to be the dumbest person I know."
"Oh yeah? How so?" she asked.
"Jessica still has your drumstick," I finished.
Morgan looked over at Jessica with wide eyes, surprise written across her face. "Give it back," Morgan said quietly.
Jessica looked over at Morgan with her evil smile slapped on her face. "Make me," she said in a mocking tone. She tried to hold in her laughter, but it didn't work. She burst out laughing at the look on Morgan's face.
Morgan lunged at Jessica, knocking them both over and falling to the ground. Catie was staring in shock at our two band mates on the ground, fighting over the drumstick. Meanwhile, I was laughing my ass off. The mechanic looked at us like we were weird or something.
"Oh my god. They are that stupid," Catie whispered.
I started to laugh silently as I replied. "Yeah, you're right, for once."
Morgan all of a sudden jumped up and started running around like a crazed maniac. "I GOT IT BACK!" she yelled into the mechanic's ear, making him drop the wrench on his toe.
"Shit...oww," he said.
"Sorry." Morgan tried to look guilty, but she couldn't do it. She had a smile on her face, but was trying to hide it. That didn't work either.
Okay, let me tell you about Morgan. She has short, dirty blonde hair that has black streaks. She has no piercings, but has a tattoo of a rose on her shoulder. She got it when she turned eighteen. I should know, I took her there to get it done. She was 5'6 and has brilliant blue eyes.
"Okay, I think I found the problem," the mechanic started. "I might need to get you towed back to the shop though."
"Okay," I said. I was really starting to get impatient. I needed to study sometime. If I failed tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised.
A few minutes later the tow truck pulled up. They hooked up our car and we hopped in the truck. I started searching through his personal cd collection. He actually had a good taste in music. I popped in a cd I knew and changed it to my favorite song. A second later, lyrics rang through the car and we all started singing.
"Do you have the time to listen to me whine?"
The amazing and wonderful sounds of Green Day rang through the truck as we sped down the highway. We headed to the auto shop; it really wasn't that far away. After a few minutes, we arrived in the parking lot and they took our car in. We got out of the truck and walked into the shop. Catie went off to talk to he guy at the front desk. Morgan, Jess and I sat down on a nearby bench. A few minutes later, a guy walked up to us. He didn't look like he worked there, but he looked oddly familiar. Then it hit me.
"Matt?" I asked him.
"Yep! Hey Lizz! Are you following me or something?"
"I could ask you the same thing you little stalker," I replied.
"I am not a stalker. But while we are on the subject, my sister got arrested for being a stalker."
"Really?" Morgan asked. "Who was she stalking?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Oh my god. I feel so sorry for him!" I said. Matt was cute and all, but he wouldn't make a very good girl, and, for Billie Joe's sake, I hope she didn't look like Matt.
As Catie started walking back over, she heard the last part and said, "Feel sorry for who?"
"Matt. His sister is in jail," Jess finished.
"She's actually in a mental institute."
"Okay." I was officially weirded out. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I told you, my uncle owns this place."
"Right, right. I knew that."
So, we sat there talking to Matt for a few hours, or until they finished working on Catie's car. They said they would send us the bill for the repair. We got in Catie's van after I gave Matt my phone number, and drove back to campus, finally.
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