The Drummer and the Skater, chapter 1
"DEB!!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE WE!!!???" Tre yelled.
"UM...ASK MIKE!!!!! I DON'T KNOW!!!!" I yelled back.
"OKAY THANKS!" Tre yelled back.
Here, let me explain. My name's Deb. I have, well had, long brown hair. It's been dyed, cut, gelled, and sprayed so many times I lost count. Right now it's dark brown with purple streaks in it. The purple streaks were my friend Tre's idea.
Yup, I'm friends with Tre Cool. Well, I'm friends with Mike and Billie Joe too. We all grew up together. Between you and me, I have a crush on Tre. I always did, but I never got the guts to tell him. All well. Oh yeah, I have hazel-green eyes! Go me! Oh, and I like to skateboard! Anyways, back to the story.
"So where are we?" I asked Tre.
"In yo momma. Oh snap! I got you there girlfriend" he said snapping his fingers in my face. Ah touring with Green Day. Fun as hell. Adie and Mike's new girlfriend Jenny whom I call JJ because it bugs the crap out of her, are here too.
"Don't make me snap my fingers in a z formation!" I said, snapping my fingers in the shape of a z. Just then, Billie Joe walked in. He stared at us and shook his head.
"You guys need a hobby..." he was about to say something else but I screamed, "OH NO SHE DIDN'T JUST SAY I NEED A HOBBY."
He looked at me and just walked away. Yup, I'm a spaz.
"Hey, we're in L.A.," Tre said.
"Oh yea, the VMA's are in like a couple of weeks. Aren't you guys up for like everything?" I asked.
"We sure are cheese doodle," Tre said, tapping his finger on my nose.
We do random stuff like this all the time. It entertains us so.
"Hey, where's the bass player?" I asked Billie Joe, who again walked in the room.
I always refer to them as the cute lead singer, the bass player, and the drummer in my attempt to make fun girls who only like Green Day because they have a crush on Billie Joe.
"Him and Jenny are...you know..in the bedroom," he said. Tre made a disgusted face.
"Can't they wait until we get back to the hotel? I mean it's called masturbating. It gets me through the day," he said. I started laughing. Then I got an idea.
"What are you guys doing?" Adie said, who just woke up from a nap.
"I'm gonna call Mike and see if he stops having sex to answer," I said. Everyone began to crack up. I told them to be quiet as I put the phone on speaker. It rang once...again...again...again... then there it was.
"H-h-hello?" he said. He sounded very out of breath and tired. I buried my head in Tre's shoulder to keep from laughing.
"Is this a Mr...Mike Pritchard?" I said in a deep manly voice.
"Yes," he said, sounding confused.
"We regret to inform you that your invitation to the VMA's was stolen. We can't get you in," I said.
"What? Dude my friends will get me in," he said sounding confused.
"I have already talked to Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Wright. They said not to let you in," I said.
"THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARDS!" he said. "HOW COULD THEY? FUCK!!"
"And one more thing..." I said.
"What the hell is it?" he said, obviously pissed off.
In my regular voice I said, "HOPE YOU USED A CONDOM BITCH!! HAHA!!" And I hung up.
Not 15 seconds later he came out, still all red and shit.
"I hate you so much Deb," he said.
"Well it's not like you were doing anything good," I said.
"OOOOOOOOO, she got you there girl," Tre said, acting like a prep. Everyone, including Mike, began to laugh.
"Alright I'm gonna go back and finish what I started," Mike said. I made a gagging noise as he walked away. What a cool half hour that was!
"UM...ASK MIKE!!!!! I DON'T KNOW!!!!" I yelled back.
"OKAY THANKS!" Tre yelled back.
Here, let me explain. My name's Deb. I have, well had, long brown hair. It's been dyed, cut, gelled, and sprayed so many times I lost count. Right now it's dark brown with purple streaks in it. The purple streaks were my friend Tre's idea.
Yup, I'm friends with Tre Cool. Well, I'm friends with Mike and Billie Joe too. We all grew up together. Between you and me, I have a crush on Tre. I always did, but I never got the guts to tell him. All well. Oh yeah, I have hazel-green eyes! Go me! Oh, and I like to skateboard! Anyways, back to the story.
"So where are we?" I asked Tre.
"In yo momma. Oh snap! I got you there girlfriend" he said snapping his fingers in my face. Ah touring with Green Day. Fun as hell. Adie and Mike's new girlfriend Jenny whom I call JJ because it bugs the crap out of her, are here too.
"Don't make me snap my fingers in a z formation!" I said, snapping my fingers in the shape of a z. Just then, Billie Joe walked in. He stared at us and shook his head.
"You guys need a hobby..." he was about to say something else but I screamed, "OH NO SHE DIDN'T JUST SAY I NEED A HOBBY."
He looked at me and just walked away. Yup, I'm a spaz.
"Hey, we're in L.A.," Tre said.
"Oh yea, the VMA's are in like a couple of weeks. Aren't you guys up for like everything?" I asked.
"We sure are cheese doodle," Tre said, tapping his finger on my nose.
We do random stuff like this all the time. It entertains us so.
"Hey, where's the bass player?" I asked Billie Joe, who again walked in the room.
I always refer to them as the cute lead singer, the bass player, and the drummer in my attempt to make fun girls who only like Green Day because they have a crush on Billie Joe.
"Him and Jenny are...you know..in the bedroom," he said. Tre made a disgusted face.
"Can't they wait until we get back to the hotel? I mean it's called masturbating. It gets me through the day," he said. I started laughing. Then I got an idea.
"What are you guys doing?" Adie said, who just woke up from a nap.
"I'm gonna call Mike and see if he stops having sex to answer," I said. Everyone began to crack up. I told them to be quiet as I put the phone on speaker. It rang once...again...again...again... then there it was.
"H-h-hello?" he said. He sounded very out of breath and tired. I buried my head in Tre's shoulder to keep from laughing.
"Is this a Mr...Mike Pritchard?" I said in a deep manly voice.
"Yes," he said, sounding confused.
"We regret to inform you that your invitation to the VMA's was stolen. We can't get you in," I said.
"What? Dude my friends will get me in," he said sounding confused.
"I have already talked to Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Wright. They said not to let you in," I said.
"THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARDS!" he said. "HOW COULD THEY? FUCK!!"
"And one more thing..." I said.
"What the hell is it?" he said, obviously pissed off.
In my regular voice I said, "HOPE YOU USED A CONDOM BITCH!! HAHA!!" And I hung up.
Not 15 seconds later he came out, still all red and shit.
"I hate you so much Deb," he said.
"Well it's not like you were doing anything good," I said.
"OOOOOOOOO, she got you there girl," Tre said, acting like a prep. Everyone, including Mike, began to laugh.
"Alright I'm gonna go back and finish what I started," Mike said. I made a gagging noise as he walked away. What a cool half hour that was!
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