Guardian angel (Sequel to Ghost Girl), chapter 4
"Shut up and piss off," snapped Mayble, arranging her tiny little wings so that she was certain the covered everything.
"Mayble, a cherub." Laughed Billie Joe. "What in fucks name happened?"
"Nothing much just that Isabel got her put down a rank," Taz explained, snorting with laughter at the very sight of Mayble sitting there, so very undignified. The fat baby put up a chubby middle finger. Hannah and Hazel collapsed into fits of giggles and Taz fell off the sofa laughing too much.
"I'll have you know," Mayble started, fixing Taz, Hazel and Hannah with an icy glare, "I'm Tre's angel-in-waiting."
"You what?" Hannah gasped.
"I'm Tre's angel-in-waiting, if Isabel betrays him of neglects her duties, she gets put down to my rank and I get put up to her rank and I become Tre's guardian angel."
"But for now you're ickle Mayble..." Taz laughed, getting up off the floor. "SQUISHY NOSE!" she yelled suddenly, squishing Hazel's nose so it lay flat against he face. Taz fell over laughing again and Hazel kicked her.
"Oww..." Taz looked at Hazel reproachfully. "I'm going now." Taz took off, flying straight out the window and across the houses.
"I'd better get going as well." Hazel took off and flew after Taz.
"Bye Mayble, bye everyone!" Hannah said to Mayble and all the high cherubs, she snapped her fingers and they disappeared. "You, go to bed." She told Billie Joe, and still giggling, he obeyed her and went to bed. Hannah smiled, sat down, spread her wings out and turned the TV on, life was good.
***
"Got everything?" Taz asked Hazel and Hannah. They nodded. "Right, ok then." She sat down behind the drum kit.
"Mission one; get Green Day and Gerard to get their asses out of bed," Hazel said, plugging Bob (her electric guitar) in the amp.
"Yep, especially Billie Joe, seeing as he never gets up before twelve," Hannah added, plugging Destruction (her Bass) in the amp.
It was a couple of days after the party, but Billie Joe, Mike, Tre and Gerard had gone drinking last night, and Hannah, Hazel and Taz thought it would be easier to look after them if they were in the same house, so they'd used Tre's house, the one with the drum kit in the garage.
Now they were bored, it was ten and still the guys showed no sign of getting up, so with Taz's 'amazing' drumming skills they'd decided to force them up.
Taz had said she would only play drums if Hannah played bass and Hazel played guitar. "Like we used to, only we used to have Mayble on the drums and you alongside Hazel. On guitar." Hannah had been quick to point out.
"What shall we play that'll really piss them off?" Hazel asked.
"I think we should massacre one of their songs," Hannah said.
"But that would be sac religious!" Taz cried.
"So?" Hannah and Hazel shrugged.
"American idiot it is then," Taz said with an evil grin.
"DON'T WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT,
DON'T WANT A NATION UNDER THE NEW MANIA,
CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS OF HYSTERIA,
THE SUBLIMAL MIND FUCK AMERICA." Taz's vocal 'talents' rang through the house accompanied by awful drumming, and good bass and guitar lines.
Billie Joe, Mike, Tre and Gerard woke with a start.
Gerard (who hadn't had as much as Green Day last night) groaned, but got up and went to get breakfast as the awful rendition of American idiot rang throughout the household.
Billie Joe, Mike and Tre simply rolled over and put pillows over their heads.
The terror of badly-played American idiot ended and Taz went up to check how many people were up.
"Only Gerard," she reported coming back down.
"Final resort," Hazel muttered.
"The Hitler song," Hannah said grimly, picking her pick up.
"HITLER, HE ONLY HAS ONE BALL,
THE OTHER, IS IN ALBERT HALL,
HIS MOTHER, THE DIRTY BUGGER,
CHOPPED IT OFF WHEN HE WAS SMALL,
SHE THREW IT AT A CONKER TREE,
AND IT LANDED IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA,
AND THE FISHES, PULLED OUT THEIR DISHES,
AND HAD SCOLLOPS AND BOLLOCKS FOR TEA!"
"I'M UP, I'M UP!" Billie Joe yelled down the stairs, and went and chucked up in the bathroom.
Mike and Tre groaned, but got up, for fear of any more terrible singing.
When Green Day got downstairs they found Hannah, Taz, Hazel and Gerard sitting around the table, Gerard and Hazel drinking coffee, Hannah drinking orange juice, and Taz trying to start a food fight.
"Can you teach me that song?" Tre asked Taz as He, Billie Joe and Mike sat down as well.
"Nah, it's our only defence, it's our weapon, our last resort when you guys are pissed." Hannah grinned and tilted back on her chair lazily.
"What's this I hear about you three waking them up using music played too loud?" Isabel asked, storming into the kitchen. Hannah, Hazel and Taz grinned up at her.
"We're only doing as you said, you said, use what you have to get them up in the mornings." Taz smiled.
"But that didn't include playing so loud it wakes half the street up!"
"It got them up," Hazel pointed out.
"Still...your choice of song, wasn't exactly, appropriate. I expect better next time," Isabel stormed out again.
"That was our best, we really had to think about that," Taz pointed out in a whisper.
"If that's your best, I'd hate to be at the receiving end of your worst," Gerard pointed out.
"Mayble, a cherub." Laughed Billie Joe. "What in fucks name happened?"
"Nothing much just that Isabel got her put down a rank," Taz explained, snorting with laughter at the very sight of Mayble sitting there, so very undignified. The fat baby put up a chubby middle finger. Hannah and Hazel collapsed into fits of giggles and Taz fell off the sofa laughing too much.
"I'll have you know," Mayble started, fixing Taz, Hazel and Hannah with an icy glare, "I'm Tre's angel-in-waiting."
"You what?" Hannah gasped.
"I'm Tre's angel-in-waiting, if Isabel betrays him of neglects her duties, she gets put down to my rank and I get put up to her rank and I become Tre's guardian angel."
"But for now you're ickle Mayble..." Taz laughed, getting up off the floor. "SQUISHY NOSE!" she yelled suddenly, squishing Hazel's nose so it lay flat against he face. Taz fell over laughing again and Hazel kicked her.
"Oww..." Taz looked at Hazel reproachfully. "I'm going now." Taz took off, flying straight out the window and across the houses.
"I'd better get going as well." Hazel took off and flew after Taz.
"Bye Mayble, bye everyone!" Hannah said to Mayble and all the high cherubs, she snapped her fingers and they disappeared. "You, go to bed." She told Billie Joe, and still giggling, he obeyed her and went to bed. Hannah smiled, sat down, spread her wings out and turned the TV on, life was good.
***
"Got everything?" Taz asked Hazel and Hannah. They nodded. "Right, ok then." She sat down behind the drum kit.
"Mission one; get Green Day and Gerard to get their asses out of bed," Hazel said, plugging Bob (her electric guitar) in the amp.
"Yep, especially Billie Joe, seeing as he never gets up before twelve," Hannah added, plugging Destruction (her Bass) in the amp.
It was a couple of days after the party, but Billie Joe, Mike, Tre and Gerard had gone drinking last night, and Hannah, Hazel and Taz thought it would be easier to look after them if they were in the same house, so they'd used Tre's house, the one with the drum kit in the garage.
Now they were bored, it was ten and still the guys showed no sign of getting up, so with Taz's 'amazing' drumming skills they'd decided to force them up.
Taz had said she would only play drums if Hannah played bass and Hazel played guitar. "Like we used to, only we used to have Mayble on the drums and you alongside Hazel. On guitar." Hannah had been quick to point out.
"What shall we play that'll really piss them off?" Hazel asked.
"I think we should massacre one of their songs," Hannah said.
"But that would be sac religious!" Taz cried.
"So?" Hannah and Hazel shrugged.
"American idiot it is then," Taz said with an evil grin.
"DON'T WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT,
DON'T WANT A NATION UNDER THE NEW MANIA,
CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS OF HYSTERIA,
THE SUBLIMAL MIND FUCK AMERICA." Taz's vocal 'talents' rang through the house accompanied by awful drumming, and good bass and guitar lines.
Billie Joe, Mike, Tre and Gerard woke with a start.
Gerard (who hadn't had as much as Green Day last night) groaned, but got up and went to get breakfast as the awful rendition of American idiot rang throughout the household.
Billie Joe, Mike and Tre simply rolled over and put pillows over their heads.
The terror of badly-played American idiot ended and Taz went up to check how many people were up.
"Only Gerard," she reported coming back down.
"Final resort," Hazel muttered.
"The Hitler song," Hannah said grimly, picking her pick up.
"HITLER, HE ONLY HAS ONE BALL,
THE OTHER, IS IN ALBERT HALL,
HIS MOTHER, THE DIRTY BUGGER,
CHOPPED IT OFF WHEN HE WAS SMALL,
SHE THREW IT AT A CONKER TREE,
AND IT LANDED IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA,
AND THE FISHES, PULLED OUT THEIR DISHES,
AND HAD SCOLLOPS AND BOLLOCKS FOR TEA!"
"I'M UP, I'M UP!" Billie Joe yelled down the stairs, and went and chucked up in the bathroom.
Mike and Tre groaned, but got up, for fear of any more terrible singing.
When Green Day got downstairs they found Hannah, Taz, Hazel and Gerard sitting around the table, Gerard and Hazel drinking coffee, Hannah drinking orange juice, and Taz trying to start a food fight.
"Can you teach me that song?" Tre asked Taz as He, Billie Joe and Mike sat down as well.
"Nah, it's our only defence, it's our weapon, our last resort when you guys are pissed." Hannah grinned and tilted back on her chair lazily.
"What's this I hear about you three waking them up using music played too loud?" Isabel asked, storming into the kitchen. Hannah, Hazel and Taz grinned up at her.
"We're only doing as you said, you said, use what you have to get them up in the mornings." Taz smiled.
"But that didn't include playing so loud it wakes half the street up!"
"It got them up," Hazel pointed out.
"Still...your choice of song, wasn't exactly, appropriate. I expect better next time," Isabel stormed out again.
"That was our best, we really had to think about that," Taz pointed out in a whisper.
"If that's your best, I'd hate to be at the receiving end of your worst," Gerard pointed out.
