My Rockin' Life, chapter 3
I was sleeping like a baby...but then, all of a sudden Bam I.M'd me on my laptop. My laptop was open.
HeeeeeeresBammy: What r u doing?
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Ummm... well lets see, I was sleeping, but not anymore.
HeeeeeeresBammy: Good, cuz Steve-O and Ryan, and Johnny, and Chris and all those other fucks are on this big chat box, and they want to talk and shit.
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Why do they wanna chat? They are just a few rooms down the hall.
HeeeeeeresBammy: They have nuthin' better ta do, they r bored. And they hurt too bad to walk over there and talk like normal.
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Okay...
So then we went into the big chat room and chatted away. They were funny. So then we ended up all leaving, and went to bed.
Tre's P.O.V.
I was looking for pictures of Sam or anything of her on the computer. From everything from pictures, to interviews, to her and her singing career. I tried looking for things like her address and phone number, but I know she wouldn't let anyone know that stuff. Then I saw this picture with her in the middle, her feet in the air, and she was supported by holding one arm around Bam's neck and the other around Ryan's neck. She was hot...
Then, on this biography thing about her, it said that she is best friends with Christina Aguilera, because they both lived in Pittsburgh and met at the Mellon Arena, where they used to sing the anthem together, and became friends. Christina lived in California for her singing career. I met her at the VMA's last year, Sam was there too, but I couldn't find her. Christina thought I was a pervert. So I talked through her agent and called her up.
"Hello?" Christina said.
"Hey, this is Tre Cool," I said.
"I'm hanging up, stalker!" she said.
"Wait!" I said.
"What?" she said.
"Ok, so you have Sam's number?" I said.
"Yes," she said.
"Give it to me," I said.
"No! She doesn't like you. And neither do I! You are such a stalker!" she said, and hung up, maybe I shouldn't have said those perverted things to her after all.
Sam's P.O.V
"What?! What a fucking stalker! Ok, thanks, bye Christina!" I said, and hung my cell phone up.
By what I'm hearing is that he wants my number, what a stalker!
If he tries to WORK things out with me, and tries to make me his children's mother, fuck him. I HATE him!
HeeeeeeresBammy: What r u doing?
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Ummm... well lets see, I was sleeping, but not anymore.
HeeeeeeresBammy: Good, cuz Steve-O and Ryan, and Johnny, and Chris and all those other fucks are on this big chat box, and they want to talk and shit.
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Why do they wanna chat? They are just a few rooms down the hall.
HeeeeeeresBammy: They have nuthin' better ta do, they r bored. And they hurt too bad to walk over there and talk like normal.
LuckO'TheIrishMuthaFucka!: Okay...
So then we went into the big chat room and chatted away. They were funny. So then we ended up all leaving, and went to bed.
Tre's P.O.V.
I was looking for pictures of Sam or anything of her on the computer. From everything from pictures, to interviews, to her and her singing career. I tried looking for things like her address and phone number, but I know she wouldn't let anyone know that stuff. Then I saw this picture with her in the middle, her feet in the air, and she was supported by holding one arm around Bam's neck and the other around Ryan's neck. She was hot...
Then, on this biography thing about her, it said that she is best friends with Christina Aguilera, because they both lived in Pittsburgh and met at the Mellon Arena, where they used to sing the anthem together, and became friends. Christina lived in California for her singing career. I met her at the VMA's last year, Sam was there too, but I couldn't find her. Christina thought I was a pervert. So I talked through her agent and called her up.
"Hello?" Christina said.
"Hey, this is Tre Cool," I said.
"I'm hanging up, stalker!" she said.
"Wait!" I said.
"What?" she said.
"Ok, so you have Sam's number?" I said.
"Yes," she said.
"Give it to me," I said.
"No! She doesn't like you. And neither do I! You are such a stalker!" she said, and hung up, maybe I shouldn't have said those perverted things to her after all.
Sam's P.O.V
"What?! What a fucking stalker! Ok, thanks, bye Christina!" I said, and hung my cell phone up.
By what I'm hearing is that he wants my number, what a stalker!
If he tries to WORK things out with me, and tries to make me his children's mother, fuck him. I HATE him!
