Let's call this story 'Peanuts'., chapter 2
-Recap-
Jade is walking down a lonely road in her new temporary home, Rodeo, California, when she meets three guys, who stop her by pretending they have leaflets for Gilman Street club, then appearing to have run out of them. Bemused, Jade gets talking to them, thankful for the prospect of making friends in this place.
***Jade's POV***
It was weird. I hadn't hung around with anyone my own age for about two years. But these guys had just started talking to me, and i felt kind of... accepted. Like they wanted to hang around with me. I think Billie Joe wanted to hang around with me, anyway. His friends glanced back to us every now and again and grinned slightly.
"Sooo... what is Gilman Street club anyway?" seemed a fairly open question to start a conversation.
"It's like a punk rock club, a load of people hang out there who are into that kind of music, and punk bands play shows there and stuff. Our band's played there a couple of times."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah," his eyes lit up. You could tell this was what he liked talking about the most. "We're called Sweet Children. I'm the lead singer and guitarist. Mike's the bassist and John's the drummer."
"We've played there a couple of times, but I think they don't think we're punk enough, really."
"Yeah, too many girls like us," grinned Mike, tagging behind to join in the conversation. "John here got us a bit of credibility though, didn't ya? We stole him off his old band."
John smirked. "Yeah, I gave them a kick up the ass. They're a bit cooler now."
"Shut up."
"So your name's Sweet Children? You looking at that in the long term? 'Cause that could be a bit weird in about 30 years time, you know. On farewell tours, you'll be like Sweet Geriatrics or something."
"Jerry-whatnow?" mumbled Mike, lighting the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"Hmm. I never thought of that. And there's another band at Gilman called Sweet Baby Jesus, that's a bit similar, I've been thinking about that for a while."
"Hey, who the hell's thinking about long term, we're just having fun at the moment, it's not like it's our careers already." John kicked a beer can on the pavement. Billie watched it, a thoughtful look on his face.
"By the way Mike," I said in the awkward silence, "Geriatric means old person."
"Yeah Mike, you're meant to be the smart one!"
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
"Hey, you're unusually quiet, Billie." John put a hand on his shoulder, which Billie promptly shrugged away. "It's your presence, Jade. He's not usually like this. He likes you."
"SHUT UP!"
Jade is walking down a lonely road in her new temporary home, Rodeo, California, when she meets three guys, who stop her by pretending they have leaflets for Gilman Street club, then appearing to have run out of them. Bemused, Jade gets talking to them, thankful for the prospect of making friends in this place.
***Jade's POV***
It was weird. I hadn't hung around with anyone my own age for about two years. But these guys had just started talking to me, and i felt kind of... accepted. Like they wanted to hang around with me. I think Billie Joe wanted to hang around with me, anyway. His friends glanced back to us every now and again and grinned slightly.
"Sooo... what is Gilman Street club anyway?" seemed a fairly open question to start a conversation.
"It's like a punk rock club, a load of people hang out there who are into that kind of music, and punk bands play shows there and stuff. Our band's played there a couple of times."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah," his eyes lit up. You could tell this was what he liked talking about the most. "We're called Sweet Children. I'm the lead singer and guitarist. Mike's the bassist and John's the drummer."
"We've played there a couple of times, but I think they don't think we're punk enough, really."
"Yeah, too many girls like us," grinned Mike, tagging behind to join in the conversation. "John here got us a bit of credibility though, didn't ya? We stole him off his old band."
John smirked. "Yeah, I gave them a kick up the ass. They're a bit cooler now."
"Shut up."
"So your name's Sweet Children? You looking at that in the long term? 'Cause that could be a bit weird in about 30 years time, you know. On farewell tours, you'll be like Sweet Geriatrics or something."
"Jerry-whatnow?" mumbled Mike, lighting the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"Hmm. I never thought of that. And there's another band at Gilman called Sweet Baby Jesus, that's a bit similar, I've been thinking about that for a while."
"Hey, who the hell's thinking about long term, we're just having fun at the moment, it's not like it's our careers already." John kicked a beer can on the pavement. Billie watched it, a thoughtful look on his face.
"By the way Mike," I said in the awkward silence, "Geriatric means old person."
"Yeah Mike, you're meant to be the smart one!"
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
"Hey, you're unusually quiet, Billie." John put a hand on his shoulder, which Billie promptly shrugged away. "It's your presence, Jade. He's not usually like this. He likes you."
"SHUT UP!"
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