Am I Just Paranoid?

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The title of this story is subject to change, but for now, this one will have to do.

PART 1
"I'm bored," I sighed, laying across my bed and staring at the My Chemical Romance poster stationed on the bedroom wall directly across from me, to the left of my Green Day posters, and surrounded by several random pictures and articles and stuff I had scotch taped to the wall.
"Me too," Taylor agreed. She was sitting at my desk, typing furiously as she chatted with her boyfriend on AIM. Since her computer had broken, it seemed she only came over to talk to him. For a best friend, she really didn't seem to have much of an interest in me. That's something that sucks about your friends having boyfriends. They say they'd pick you over them, but the truth is, they probably wouldn't.
"Really? Because you seem quite occupied to me," I murmured.
"Well, Jake has to go in a few minutes, so I'll be bored then," she informed me.
"Oh," I grunted. I looked at the my favorite Green Day poster of the guys wrapped in duct tape...a picture from the Nimrod era. Tre was so cute in that picture. But then again, I thought Tre was cute all the time. "Do you think your mom will let you go to the concert?"
"What concert? Oh, right, the Green Day concert."
I flinched. I couldn't believe she had forgotten about it. Taylor simply wasn't as enthused about Green Day as I was. She thought they were "cool", and liked "that 'I walk alone' song" (I wanted to slap her every time she refered to it as that). But I didn't know anyone who liked them as much as I did, and my mom wouldn't let me go to the conert by myself, so Taylor was really my only hope.
"Yeah," I said. "Do you think she'll let you go?"
"Probably," she said. "She let me go to the Eminem concert back in December, and she hates Eminem with a passion. I don't think she has an opinion on Green Day, so she probably won't care."
"Cool," I mumbled, still staring at my poster.
"Aw, Jake is so sweet," she laughed.
"Why?" I asked, almost instantly regretting asking such a question.
"Well, we were talking about music, right? And he says that he likes that one band...um, the Clash or something. I told him that I've never heard of them. So he said he'd burn a CD for me."
"You've never heard of the Clash?" I asked, in total disbelief. Why the hell did I hang out with this girl in the first place? I decided it was because she lived next door, and all the other people who lived nearby were old.
"Should I have?"
"They're one of the most influential punk rock bands, like, in the world," I sighed.
"Oh," she said. "Well, Jake's going to burn me the CD, so I'll listen to them soon enough."
I had the odd feeling that if Jake told her that he enjoyed eating dog shit, she'd go into the backyard with a pooper scooper and a plate.
"Cool," I mumbled. "You know, I could burn you London Calling right now. I have it."
"What's London Calling?"
"Nevermind," I sighed.
"OH MY GOD!" she squealed.
"What now?" I questioned.
"He likes Green Day!" she gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth.
"So?"
"Could you get another ticket to the concert?" she asked.
"I am not paying for your boyfriend to go. If you want him to go, you pay for it," I said.
"Okay. Could you at least order it for me?" she begged.
"I don't know," I shrugged. To be perfectly honest, I didn't want to have to watch them together, since they were just as bad, if not worse, when they were actually together instead of talking on the internet.
"Well, how about if he just goes instead of me?" she suggested. "I mean, I'd be fine not going. But imagine how much he'd love me if I told him that I could get him tickets to see one of his favorite bands live?"
To be perfectly honest, he would probably be better company than Taylor would.
"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want to do. It's your ticket."

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PART 2
"Do you always have to wear black?" my mother asked as I walked down the stairs into the living room. She was wearing an apron (I assumed she had been cooking and wasn't just wearing it as decoration) and watching Wheel of Fortune, which was one of the only things she ever watched on TV. I looked down at my Ramones shirt and then back at her. I had been wearing the shirt all day. Did she just notice that it was black.
"Yes," I said, walking through the living room and into the kitchen.
"We're going to be having dinner in a few minutes," she yelled as I opened the fridge.
"I know," I said. It was a rarity that I ate anything my mother cooked, since it was usually full of beef. She knew I didn't eat red meat, so I always felt like she was just doing it out of spite. I grabbed a can of Ensure and slipped it into one of the huge pockets of my pants and headed back up the stairs.
"Is Taylor staying for dinner?" Mom asked.
I hope not, I thought. But outloud I said, "I don't know."
"Well, ask. I want to know how many I'm cooking for."
"Fine," I mumbled, continuing up the stairs. I guess Jake didn't have to go, like Taylor had said he did, since she was still sitting on the computer, her eyes attached to the screen. "Are you staying for dinner?" I asked, setting the can of Ensure on my bookshelf for after dinner (during which I would probably eat nothing).
"I guess," she said, shrugging. "By the way, Jake is soooo excited about the concert."
"So he's going?"
"Of course," she laughed. "Sometimes you ask the stupidest questions, Meg."
"Yeah. Cause we know about me and my low IQ," I mumbled, falling back onto my bed and locking my eyes onto my Green Day poster. "Two weeks," I whispered.
"What?" Taylor asked, looking away from the computer for a second.
"Nothing," I said.
"God, Meg, are you talking to yourself?"
"Maybe," I said. "Maybe not." I think we both knew which one it was.
Two weeks until I got to see the amazing Green Day for the third time in my life. The first time was when my older brother, Paul, took me to see then back in 1993, when I was only about four years old. The concert was amazing though, and they weren't very big back there, so they didn't even charge to let me in, since I was a little kid and all. I got to meet the guys, but I was shy, so I pretty much just hid from everybody. I don't really remember much, except that I had a good time. The second time I saw them was when they went on the Pop Disaster Tour with Blink 182. I had gone with Paul that time too. This would be the first time I saw them without my brother.
Hopefully I would get to meet them this time. I hadn't met them last time, although I wished I could. I wondered if they remembered me. I seriously doubted it. But I could always hope, right?
"Are you even listening?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah," I lied.
"Okay, then. What did I say?"
"Something about Jake."
"What about him?" she questioned.
"I don't know. I wasn't listening." I looked over at her and resisted the urge to tell her that I didn't care.
"I said he wants to know when and where the concert is."
"Two weeks from today," I said. "Seven o'clock. Tell him that I can give him a ride if he wants."
"Okay," she said, and started typing away. Back into my dream world I sunk, thinking of the amazingness my eyes would be beholding in just two weeks.

[makeshiftwings56]

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PART 3
"So, Taylor, what did your mother say about the concert?" my mom asked as we ate meat loaf (I KNEW IT!) for dinner. I was just sitting there, poking at the meat product and thinking about the cow that had sacrificed itself to become this meal that didn't even look appealing.
"Can I have a salad or something?" I asked.
"Sure," Mom mumbled. "The lettuce is in the fridge."
I nodded, getting up and walking to the fridge. As I dug through the lettuce crisper, I heard Taylor say, "Well, I'm not going. I told my boyfriend that he could have my ticket."
"Oh," my dad said, obviously not pleased. "But we told Meghan that she could invite you...not your boyfriend."
"Is that a problem?" Taylor asked.
"No," my mom said. "I don't mind. As long as I get to meet this boy first."
I grabbed the bottle of Thousand Island dressing and slammed the fridge door shut. I looked at my dad, who was staring at my mother like she was crazy. "I'm going to this concert no matter what," I announced.
"Not if I don't like this boy," Mom said.
"Taylor, please tell me that Jake is nice and amazing and respectable in every way," I begged. I was not about to let her stupid love affair get between me and Green Day.
"He is," she said, and she didn't sound like she was just saying it because she knew I would get pissed if she didn't.
"I'll see for myself. Thank you very much," my mom said. I let out a heavy sigh as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and poured myself some salad. I poured huge gobs of dressing onto it and thanked myself for grabbing the Ensure earlier.
I stuffed the bottle of dressing back into the fridge and carried the bowl back to my seat where I tossed it for a second with my fork and started eating. "Look, Mom, if you don't like Jake or whatever, could I just bring Paul instead?" I asked.
"I don't know. He might be busy," she said.
"What if he's not?"
"I don't know, Meghan. Just calm down, okay?" She stared at me with this "how dare you act this way in front of company, even if she is really ditzy and annoying" face.
"I'm perfectly calm. It's just...I have the chance to see my favorite band ever...I don't want to miss it because you don't like some guy." I said, shoveling some more salad into my mouth.
"I understand that," she said. "But I don't want to just volunteer Paul to chaperone you."
"Doesn't Paul like Green Day?" Dad asked.
"Yeah! He loves them as much as I do!" I exclaimed. "He wouldn't just be chaperoning me or anything."
"If you don't like Jake, I could just go," Taylor suggested, but no one heard her.
"Okay, I'll ask Paul about it if things with this Jake kid fall through," Dad said.
"THANK YOU!" I yelled, jumping up and throwing my arms around my fathers neck.
"You're welcome," he laughed. My mother gave him this dirty look, like she had been trying to prove a point and he ruined it.
"But if Paul says no, then you're not going by yourself," she said.
"I know," I nodded. I then noticed that my salad bowl was empty. "I'm done eating. May I be excused?"
"Wait for Taylor to finish," Mom said. Crap, I thought. Taylor was the slowest eater ever.
Almost an hour later (I'm not exaggerating...it really was an hour), she finally finished and the two of us headed up the stairs. "I should probably go home soon," she said, promptly sitting back at the computer. I sighed.
"Oh," I mumbled, wishing she would just leave already. "Man, I can't believe my mom. If she doesn't let me go to that concert, I will kill myself."
"You wouldn't really, would you?" Taylor asked, staring at me in shock.
"Really what?"
"Kill yourself over a stupid concert."
"First of all, no. I'm not that stupid. And second of all, this isn't a stupid concert. It's the most amazing concert ever." I grabbed the Ensure off the bookshelf and opened it.
"Whatever," she mumbled. "Yay!" she squeaked. "Jake's online."
"Oh goody," I murmured sarcastically.

[makeshiftwings56]

Wow, that Taylor girl would seem annoying.

[suicideXmakeover]

Yeah....I decided to make her incredibly annoying for no reason. She's based on this girl I know and most stereotypical teenies in the world.

[makeshiftwings56]

I can tell. Well, update!

[suicideXmakeover]

Okay. Hold on a second.

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PART 4
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW
The crowd roared as Billie stood on stage, performing Good Riddance. I watched from the backstage area, drinking beer with Mike. This was how every show ended. Billie would finish the song, I would run out and chuck my drumsticks into a crowd full of girls screaming about how they wanted to have *Insert Member of Green Day Here*'s babies or whatever. As Billie finished the song, the cheers and screams grew louder and he exited the stage. I snatched the pile of drumsticks off the floor, put down my beer, and stumbled onto the stage, throwing them out and praying they didn't poke anyone in the eye. The last thing I needed was a lawsuit.
I rushed offstage agian, grabbing my beer and smiling at Billie, who looked sweatier than usual. "You okay?" I asked him.
"What?" he yelled. The crowd was still loud as hell.
"ARE YOU OKAY?" I screamed.
"Yeah," he said, nodding and grabbing a beer almost from out of nowhere. "So, where to now?"
"I'm tired," Mike said. And to be perfectly honest, so was I. We had gone to one of the biggest after-show parties we had ever attended the night before, so the fact that I was hungover and had just performed a two hour concert didn't make me exactly looking forward to doing it all again.
"Come on," Billie begged. "It won't be like last night. I promise."
"Fine," I said, not one to resist partying. I took another sip of beer. "Where?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I'll find a party."

After meeting with people backstage and trying to be sociable, as tired as I was, and signing autographs and stuff on the way to the tour buses, we finally managed to leave. Billie directed the driver of the bus. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn't really care. Finally we arrived at whatever place we were supposed to be at.
I was already half drunk. The entire night passed by in a blur. There were lots of girls flirting with me, which wasn't surprising seeing as how I was the only single member of Green Day. Then there was this one girl who gave me her phone number and told me to meet her in the bathroom later. I totally forgot about her and went to the bathroom just because I had to take a piss. And there she was.
I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I was waken at about four in the morning by Billie, who told me I had to get the girl out of the tour bus before we could leave to go wherever our next show was. "What girl?" I asked, then looked over at the girl who lay next to me, naked except for a mass of sheets covering her. "Oh. That girl."
I hated nights like these. Why I spent half my life like that was beyond me.

[makeshiftwings56]

Hm, I can tell this story will be intersting.

[suicideXmakeover]

PART 5
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW
When Taylor wasn't on my computer, I actually had stuff to do. I spent hours at a time on the computer when I had the chance. I would sit there, not even paying attention to the time or anything. My mom loved to yell at me about how it was rotting my brain or something. Whatever, Mom.
I sat there, talking to Caleb online. Caleb was an old friend of mine who had moved to South Dakota a couple years ago. He was the only friend I had with really good taste in music, besides Paul. But Paul didn't like MCR since they were "too emo" or whatever, so he didn't count. Plus, he was my brother, not really my friend. I was telling him all about the concert, and he was telling me about how jealous he was when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I grumbled, answering the phone in my usual "cheery" way.
"Hi. Is Meg there?" Taylor asked.
"No," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, well could you tell her that Taylor called?"
"It's me, you idiot," I sighed.
"Oh," she laughed. "You sound just like your mom over the phone."
I twitched a little. "What's up?" I asked, holding the phone between my face and shoulder so I could type.
"Um, Jake wants to know when he can come over and meet your family," she said. "He's really nervous. He wants to go to this concert so bad."
"Tell him not to be nervous. But, um, I don't know. Let me go ask my mom." I put up my away message and headed down the stairs. "Ma?" My mom hated it when I called her that.
"What?" she called from her bedroom.
"When should Jake come over?"
"Jake?"
"Yeah, Taylor's boyfriend."
"Um, how about tonight?" she asked.
"How about tonight?" I repeated to Taylor.
"I have to call him. I'll call you back," she said, then hung up.
"Goodbye to you, too," I said. "She has to call him."
"Okay," Mom said.
I went back upstairs and sat on the computer, telling Caleb about all that was going on with Jake and everything. He responded with nothing more than the occasional "lol" or "wtf?" or even an "meh". He was sooooo talkative.

[makeshiftwings56]

Gr, update. I want to know what the connection is.

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Okay, give me a few moments to write some more.