"Fuck, I Can't Let This Kill Me, Let Go, I Need More Time to Fix This Problem", chapter 2
He started laughing and said, "Sorry, sorry, it was out of reaction, you know from waking up with my wife everyday."
"Oh so we didn't... "
"Nope, unless we were fully clothed and sleeping when it happened." He stuck out his tongue.
"So, wait then why are you in my bed?"
"Well, last night after I helped you get back here, I decided just to sit down for a minute to rest after basically carrying you up 4 flights of stairs cuz the elevator was busted, and I guess I dozed off."
Mark's POV
Of course I knew it was Stef there but hey, I had a pretty damn good excuse to wake up and kiss a hot girl's neck. It's totally innocent, right?
Stef's POV
"You know what Mark, we have to sneak you outta here, cuz no one's gonna believe that you just fell asleep in my room." I told him.
"You're probably right, but how is that going to work?" He replied.
"I dunno just run out the back door, I'm sure the dude there will help us."
"Alright, let's get this going."
KNOCK. "Stef, wake the fuck up we're going for breakfast." Shit, Danielle was at the door.
"Uhh yah okay just hold on a second," I yelled back.
"Well that's gonna make this escape harder," Mark whispered.
"Oh, Stef who's in there I hear a voice, did you bring home a fuck buddy?" Danielle yelled through the door, "Guys, Stef brought someone to the hotel last night!"
"No, it's just my iPod, it's on a bit loud, sorry." I attempted an excuse.
It went quiet for a minute or two and I figured that Danielle had bought my lame excuse and went away, or everyone was standing outside waiting for me to open the door and reveal who I was with. Luckily the door had a peep hole, so I looked out and my second guess was right, they were waiting.
Fuck. I motioned for Mark to check and see if there was a fire escape. He ran over to the window in the bathroom and found one, unfortunately if we opened the window, an alarm would sound. I quickly looked around and saw that there was a small ledge leading from the window in the main part of the hotel room to the fire escape. This ledge was about as wide as two very big hands next to each other top to bottom. Mark decided to risk it and went for it. It wasn't that far to the fire escape, only about a metre and a half away.
Mark jumped out onto the ledge, and quickly scrambled across, clinging to the wall. As soon as I saw that he was down the fire escape, I put on some decent clothes and opened the door.
"Okay, where is he, where's the man you raped last night?" Jenn barged in.
"Guy's there was no one here, I swear," I quickly answered.
"Hmm, seems clean enough, but time to do the black light test," Lorie pulled out her light. See whenever we stay in a hotel room we always check for stains with the black light. So basically if they found any new stains on the floor or walls or even on the sheets they would know. Oh I hope to God, Mark was telling the truth about last night.
For about 5 minutes they went searching the room for stains, and found nothing. I must have been sweating like a pig as it was happening. Eventually they believed me and we went downstairs for breakfast.
About Noon, Back in Oakland
"Okay guys, lets call up Mark," Tré said.
"Well don't you need a reason to invite him over?" Billie inquired.
"Alright, we could say that we want to catch up with him and have a bit of a family orientated congratulations party at your house, Billie, and that he should bring his wife and kid and I will just casually mention the girls, sound good?"
"Wow that's pretty good...you were up all night thinking about that, weren't you?"
"Shut up. Mike you got the number yet?"
"Yup, yup." Mike ran down the stairs.
RING RING
"Hello," Mark answered.
"Hey Mark, it's me, Tré. You know, from Green Day. Anyways, we saw you last night at the awards, good job."
"Hey, thanks man it was pretty gnarly."
"So, we haven't seen you in the longest time, you wanna come up to Oak town for a little party at Billie's house on Saturday. Bring your wife and kid, cuz it's just gonna be Billie, Adrienne, their kids, Mike and his daughter, and me, and you if you come."
"Sure man that would be awesome, I just gotta get the directions and tell the wife."
"Oh you know what else, we saw you hanging out with the girls from that band, Waiting for a Warning, you seem like pretty good friends."
"Yah, we really didn't know each other too much, but after last night we are like the best of friends, they're really cool."
"You should invite them too the party and their kids if they've got them."
"Yah, I'll talk to them about it, but it'll just be them cuz they don't have kids and Jenn's and Lorie's boyfriends are back in Canada. Oh and Danielle, their friend, will come with them for sure."
"Alright cool."
"Okay man I'll call you back when I've got the specks. Later."
"Bye."
"Well is he gonna come?" Mike asked.
"He said he wants to, he's just got to ask the girls and his wife," Tré answered back with a hint of joy in his voice, "he's gonna call me back later. Oh and Billie, we're having a party at your house on Saturday."
"Alrighty," said Billie.
In L. A.
Breakfast was pretty good and my headache had finally dissipated. We had now ventured out into the streets to find something to do in this town. We went into a few vintage shops and Danielle, Jenn and Lorie were having the time of their lives, I, however, was more focused on my thoughts. Had Mark told me the truth? Have my feelings for him grown stronger? What is touching my shoulder? I turned around and saw a 15 year old boy trying to get my attention.
"Hi, a-are you Stef f-from Waiting for a Warning?" He managed to squeak out.
"Yup, that would be me, what's your name?" I responded.
"My name's Patrick and umm, I was wondering if you could sign this for me." He held out a copy of our first CD.
"Sure, no problem." I removed the booklet from the case and took the marker he held out and well, signed it, "The rest of the band is over there if you want them to sign it too." I pointed toward the others. He said a quick thanks and ran off to the others.
Just then my phone rang the familiar voice ring tone of Tré telling me he was a kidnapper.
"Hello," I answered.
"Stefanieeeee," Mark yelled into the phone.
"Yes," I laughed.
"You are going to love me forever," he said. I think I already do.
"Why, what did you do?"
"Guess who called me and invited me and your band to a party."
"Umm, the pope?"
He laughed, "Nope, one of your most favourite drummers on the planet, Mr. Tré Cool."
"Are you fucking kidding me? When is it? I'm coming no matter what."
"It's Saturday at Billie Joe's house. I've already talked to my wife and we can drive you guys up there."
"Sweet. Okay, well hold on one second...guys, do you want to go to a party at Billie Joe's house on Saturday?" I yelled out. There was incessant screaming for a while and then I answered Mark back, "Okay we are all going."
"Okay cool, I have to call Tré back and tell him so I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Later." I hung up the phone.
I was stoked. I was going to a party with my most favourite band on the planet and I get to go with Mark.
"Oh so we didn't... "
"Nope, unless we were fully clothed and sleeping when it happened." He stuck out his tongue.
"So, wait then why are you in my bed?"
"Well, last night after I helped you get back here, I decided just to sit down for a minute to rest after basically carrying you up 4 flights of stairs cuz the elevator was busted, and I guess I dozed off."
Mark's POV
Of course I knew it was Stef there but hey, I had a pretty damn good excuse to wake up and kiss a hot girl's neck. It's totally innocent, right?
Stef's POV
"You know what Mark, we have to sneak you outta here, cuz no one's gonna believe that you just fell asleep in my room." I told him.
"You're probably right, but how is that going to work?" He replied.
"I dunno just run out the back door, I'm sure the dude there will help us."
"Alright, let's get this going."
KNOCK. "Stef, wake the fuck up we're going for breakfast." Shit, Danielle was at the door.
"Uhh yah okay just hold on a second," I yelled back.
"Well that's gonna make this escape harder," Mark whispered.
"Oh, Stef who's in there I hear a voice, did you bring home a fuck buddy?" Danielle yelled through the door, "Guys, Stef brought someone to the hotel last night!"
"No, it's just my iPod, it's on a bit loud, sorry." I attempted an excuse.
It went quiet for a minute or two and I figured that Danielle had bought my lame excuse and went away, or everyone was standing outside waiting for me to open the door and reveal who I was with. Luckily the door had a peep hole, so I looked out and my second guess was right, they were waiting.
Fuck. I motioned for Mark to check and see if there was a fire escape. He ran over to the window in the bathroom and found one, unfortunately if we opened the window, an alarm would sound. I quickly looked around and saw that there was a small ledge leading from the window in the main part of the hotel room to the fire escape. This ledge was about as wide as two very big hands next to each other top to bottom. Mark decided to risk it and went for it. It wasn't that far to the fire escape, only about a metre and a half away.
Mark jumped out onto the ledge, and quickly scrambled across, clinging to the wall. As soon as I saw that he was down the fire escape, I put on some decent clothes and opened the door.
"Okay, where is he, where's the man you raped last night?" Jenn barged in.
"Guy's there was no one here, I swear," I quickly answered.
"Hmm, seems clean enough, but time to do the black light test," Lorie pulled out her light. See whenever we stay in a hotel room we always check for stains with the black light. So basically if they found any new stains on the floor or walls or even on the sheets they would know. Oh I hope to God, Mark was telling the truth about last night.
For about 5 minutes they went searching the room for stains, and found nothing. I must have been sweating like a pig as it was happening. Eventually they believed me and we went downstairs for breakfast.
About Noon, Back in Oakland
"Okay guys, lets call up Mark," Tré said.
"Well don't you need a reason to invite him over?" Billie inquired.
"Alright, we could say that we want to catch up with him and have a bit of a family orientated congratulations party at your house, Billie, and that he should bring his wife and kid and I will just casually mention the girls, sound good?"
"Wow that's pretty good...you were up all night thinking about that, weren't you?"
"Shut up. Mike you got the number yet?"
"Yup, yup." Mike ran down the stairs.
RING RING
"Hello," Mark answered.
"Hey Mark, it's me, Tré. You know, from Green Day. Anyways, we saw you last night at the awards, good job."
"Hey, thanks man it was pretty gnarly."
"So, we haven't seen you in the longest time, you wanna come up to Oak town for a little party at Billie's house on Saturday. Bring your wife and kid, cuz it's just gonna be Billie, Adrienne, their kids, Mike and his daughter, and me, and you if you come."
"Sure man that would be awesome, I just gotta get the directions and tell the wife."
"Oh you know what else, we saw you hanging out with the girls from that band, Waiting for a Warning, you seem like pretty good friends."
"Yah, we really didn't know each other too much, but after last night we are like the best of friends, they're really cool."
"You should invite them too the party and their kids if they've got them."
"Yah, I'll talk to them about it, but it'll just be them cuz they don't have kids and Jenn's and Lorie's boyfriends are back in Canada. Oh and Danielle, their friend, will come with them for sure."
"Alright cool."
"Okay man I'll call you back when I've got the specks. Later."
"Bye."
"Well is he gonna come?" Mike asked.
"He said he wants to, he's just got to ask the girls and his wife," Tré answered back with a hint of joy in his voice, "he's gonna call me back later. Oh and Billie, we're having a party at your house on Saturday."
"Alrighty," said Billie.
In L. A.
Breakfast was pretty good and my headache had finally dissipated. We had now ventured out into the streets to find something to do in this town. We went into a few vintage shops and Danielle, Jenn and Lorie were having the time of their lives, I, however, was more focused on my thoughts. Had Mark told me the truth? Have my feelings for him grown stronger? What is touching my shoulder? I turned around and saw a 15 year old boy trying to get my attention.
"Hi, a-are you Stef f-from Waiting for a Warning?" He managed to squeak out.
"Yup, that would be me, what's your name?" I responded.
"My name's Patrick and umm, I was wondering if you could sign this for me." He held out a copy of our first CD.
"Sure, no problem." I removed the booklet from the case and took the marker he held out and well, signed it, "The rest of the band is over there if you want them to sign it too." I pointed toward the others. He said a quick thanks and ran off to the others.
Just then my phone rang the familiar voice ring tone of Tré telling me he was a kidnapper.
"Hello," I answered.
"Stefanieeeee," Mark yelled into the phone.
"Yes," I laughed.
"You are going to love me forever," he said. I think I already do.
"Why, what did you do?"
"Guess who called me and invited me and your band to a party."
"Umm, the pope?"
He laughed, "Nope, one of your most favourite drummers on the planet, Mr. Tré Cool."
"Are you fucking kidding me? When is it? I'm coming no matter what."
"It's Saturday at Billie Joe's house. I've already talked to my wife and we can drive you guys up there."
"Sweet. Okay, well hold on one second...guys, do you want to go to a party at Billie Joe's house on Saturday?" I yelled out. There was incessant screaming for a while and then I answered Mark back, "Okay we are all going."
"Okay cool, I have to call Tré back and tell him so I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Later." I hung up the phone.
I was stoked. I was going to a party with my most favourite band on the planet and I get to go with Mark.
