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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 30, 2005 20:14:03 GMT -5
Alright! The long awaited sequel!!
Part 1
Okay…here we go now, ya’ll. REGULAR POINT OF VIEW SIX MONTHS LATER I woke up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning, completely undressed and lying next to a just as undressed Billie Joe, who was still sleeping peacefully. Oh, shit, Mike was gonna kill me. He probably thought I was dead, seeing as I did say that I was gonna be home at midnight. Honestly, sometimes he acts like an over protective father…. “Billie…” I whispered, gently shaking him. He didn’t budge. “Billie…” I whispered a bit louder and shaking him harder. Still no progress. “Billie Joe Armstrong!” I stage whispered, and practically pushed him. “Go away…” he muttered, still half asleep. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Billie Joe, wake up.” He finally opened his eyes. “Oh. What? This is an indecent hour to wake people up on a damn Saturday morning...” Goodness, he was such a grump. “I have to go.” I rolled off the bed and began getting dressed. “I did tell Mike that I would be home early. And I have his car.” “Oh. Well, bye.” And he covered his head with a pillow. I sighed and took the pillow away. “Billie.” He sighed as well. “Okay. I’ll come by later.” “That’s more like it.” I gave him a quick kiss and grabbed my keys off of his bedside table and was on my way out the door. “Nye?” I turned. “I love you.” I smiled. “I love you too, Billie.” Then I left.
MIKE’S POINT OF VIEW I was sitting on the couch in the living room, tired as hell. Yeah, midnight, huh? Heh. I began tapping my foot, a nervous habit that I had always had. I looked at the clock. 5:40. I heard clicking at the door, like someone putting the key in the lock and turning it. I stood up and stood in front of the door with my arms crossed, just waiting for her to get in the house. Naturally, she was startled to see me standing there waiting for her. “Oh! Mike, you scared the mess out of me…” and she attempted to walk past me. I caught her. “Oh, no you don’t. Miss I’ll-be-back-at-midnight. Where were you??” I demanded. She pushed my hand away. “Does it matter? I’m not dead. Now, let me go back to sleep.” And she attempted to walk past me again. I caught her again. “It matters. Where were you?” She sighed. “I...just got caught up…” “Doing what?” She pushed my hand away again. “Now, that’s really not important…” “I think it is.” She sighed. “Well, if you must know. I was busy losing my virginity. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m sleepy.” And then she walked past me. I didn’t try to stop her. Oh. Well. What a way to begin my day.
Don’t worry, it’ll get more in depth. It is just the beginning.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 30, 2005 20:16:41 GMT -5
That's an interesting thing to say. Next time one of my friends asks where I was, I'll say. "I was busy losing my virginity." And eventually, after I say it about 6 or 7 times, they'll realize there's no way anyone could lose their virginity that much.
Anyway, I liked it. It was quite good.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 30, 2005 20:33:25 GMT -5
heh. That's good. And I'll update soon.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 30, 2005 20:47:13 GMT -5
lol, yay the sequal!, i love it so far lol, the losing virginty part was funny, anyway please update
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 31, 2005 1:21:49 GMT -5
Updation!
Part 2 REGULAR POINT OF VIEW About 2:30 that afternoon, I woke up and stretched, feeling quite refreshed. Across the room, Mike was sitting at his computer browsing through various band websites and humming a tune I soon recognized as B.Y.O.B. “Hey, Nye? Did you know that B.Y.O.B. stands for Bring Your Own Booze?” he asked. I rolled off the bed and landed on my knees. “I could have sworn it was Buy Your Own Beer.” Mike frowned. “Oh, well…whichever. Oh, um, Tre called.” “What did he want?” I asked, making a face. “I didn’t ask. But at least be nice and call him back. If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead, you know,” Mike pointed out. “Yeah, and if it weren’t for his crazy girlfriend, you wouldn’t have almost died,” I shot back. “Okay. Point. But still…” “But still what? Besides, I am being nice,” I declared, rummaging through my bag of clothes and deciding what to wear. “How?” Mike spun around in the computer chair. I threw an AFI t-shirt on the bed. “If it were up to me, Adrienne would be chained to a pole on Alcatraz. With only asparagus to eat. But no! Because of Tre’s begging, we said absolutely nothing. Talk about betrayal…” Mike shrugged. “At least call him back and see what he wants.” I swung a pair of black cargo pants over my shoulder. “If it’s that important, he’ll call back.” I began walking to the shower. “Oh, and I’m going to my dad’s house tomorrow. So I have to be back at Mom’s tonight.” Mike nodded. “Okay. When are you coming back?” I shrugged. “Probably sometime next week. And I get to use his car to go to school! I wonder if he’ll buy me one…” I pondered this as I walked to the shower.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW I was still holding the phone. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was really asleep or not. The only person who would give me the time of day any more was Mike, and that’s probably because I saved him from dying a slow and painful death. Not even Billie Joe spoke to me much anymore. Sighing, I put my phone back in the glove compartment and turned the radio up as I drove to Adrienne’s house. Yeah, I knew there would be consequences for going through with this, but I think the worst one was just beginning to show through. I was actually beginning to like her.
ADRIENNE’S POINT OF VIEW “Ah, what to do with the rest of you…I hate to throw you away…” I muttered to myself as I looked at the ton of arsenic I had stashed away in the bottom of my underwear drawer. I figured if I were gonna do this again, I would have to do it in a less obvious way. “Decisions, decisions…” I muttered and pressed the play button on my stereo. Revenga came pumping out of my speakers. “What a cowinkeedink!” I laughed. I fell on my bed after pressing the repeat button, still busily thinking of what to do. There was always…digitalis….which was a powerful heart medicine. My dad has tons of the stuff seeing as he’s a doctor. And didn’t Mike have a heart problem anyway? I’m not sure that it still bothered him, but… Yes. Digitalis. “Oh, my sweet revenge, will be MINE, for the taking, it’s in the making, baby…”
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Post by TABBY on Jul 31, 2005 10:51:17 GMT -5
OMG!!, addie is going NUTS, poor mike, poor tre, please update, i love it! ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 31, 2005 12:09:41 GMT -5
That's crazy. And why can't Tre realize that Addie sucks (at least in this story...I have nothing against her in real life)? But your story is quite good.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 31, 2005 18:30:52 GMT -5
He knows. But if you've been stuck with someone for 6 months, they begin to grow on you. And besides, he made a deal. He can't break his promise. But anyways, updation.
Part 3 BILLIE JOE’S POINT OF VIEW “Vanilla or strawberry?” Nye asked, digging through Mike’s freezer. “Hm….vanilla,” Mike decided. “Strawberry for me,” I said. After the ice cream was served we ate in silence for a bit. “Oh…uh…I talked to Tre today…” I finally said. “And?” Nye demanded. “Well, we just talked for a bit. I haven’t talked to the guy in ages,” I told her. “He called here too. Nye was asleep though. Maybe that was a good thing…” Mike put in through a mouthful of vanilla ice cream. “Mike, that’s sick.” Nye made a face. He stuck his ice cream covered tongue out at her. “Well, I don’t think we should keep giving him the silent treatment,” I declared. “Okay. Go ahead. Talk to him. You’ll be next on Adrienne’s hit list,” Nye said. I sighed. That girl was so incredibly headstrong… “Really, Nye. He’s still Tre.” She shrugged. “Okay, whatever. I just wanna know why, after all that, he decides to date Adrienne. It doesn’t make sense.” Mike shrugged. “Well, maybe…he has a reason for going out with her.” “For six months. With no visible intention of dumping her anytime soon. Yeah, Mike.” Nye shoved another spoon of ice cream in her mouth. “Are you grumpy or something?” I finally asked. “Yes.” “Why is that?” I pushed my chair closer to hers and poked her cheek. “Who made Nye grumpy?” I joked, as an attempt to make her laugh. It didn’t work. “Billie?” “Hm?” “Don’t poke me.” “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. She glared at me. “Can I at least know what your problem is?” I asked as Mike snickered. I kicked him underneath the table. “I have to go home. That’s my problem.” “Oh…” I understood now. You see, Nye’s mom remarried to this guy named Ray, a.k.a. The Stepfather from Hell. I couldn’t blame her for being in a bad mood. “When do you need to be back there?” Mike asked. “As late as possible. Which would probably be….I don’t know, maybe midnight.” “Do you actually plan on leaving at midnight this time?” Mike joked, and promptly received a deadly glare from Nye. “Kidding. Jeez…” She rolled her eyes and went back to her ice cream.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW “So, what are the plans for today?” Adrienne asked, falling back on her bed after turning her stereo down. I shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you wanna do?” She shrugged too. “Is there anything to do?” I shrugged. “We can sit here and stare at each other.” Adrienne laughed slightly. “Okay.” So, for about a minute, we sat there and stared at each other. “Are you bored yet?” she finally asked. “Yes.” My eyes then moved across her room, where I saw a bottle of pills sitting on her dresser. “You take medicine for something?” I asked. She looked confused. “Huh?” I pointed. “Those pills. They yours?” She sat up and looked. When she saw what I was referring to, she quickly got up and grabbed them. “How did these get in here? I guess I’d better take them back to my dad!” And out the door she went. I frowned. That was weird.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 31, 2005 20:19:54 GMT -5
omg omg omg omg omg, lol, i love it!!!, so much suspense, please update
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 31, 2005 20:57:28 GMT -5
You and your suspensefulness. Your story kills me like that. But I love it.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 31, 2005 21:52:14 GMT -5
I'm sorry! But that time, the suspense was on purpose. Heheheh.....
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 1, 2005 22:29:42 GMT -5
Updation. Sorry, I'm a bit out of it, so if it sucks, forgive me.
Part 4 REGULAR POINT OF VIEW I face fell when I looked at the clock on Mike’s VCR. 12:01. “What’s wrong?” he asked, obviously noticing the change in my facial expression. I pointed to the clock. He nodded. “Oh. Well…” Billie Joe stood up. “Here, I’ll drive you, since I need to be getting home anyway.” Sighing, I grabbed my backpack that I had packed earlier and swung it over one shoulder. Mike grabbed me in a hug. “It’s only one night. When’s your dad coming?” I shrugged. “He said be ready. You know my dad. It could be seven in the morning or 11:59 at night.” Mike nodded. “True. Well, see you in school Monday.” The ride to my house was silent. I guess Billie Joe picked up my I-don’t-really-feel-like-talking-vibes. When we pulled into the driveway, I could see that both cars were in the driveway. So much for hoping they weren’t home. “Well, bye. I’ll come by tomorrow, okay?” Billie Joe’s voice was reassuring. I nodded. He gave me a quick kiss before I got up and walked into the house. I could hear the TV blaring in the living room. Maybe if I were quiet they wouldn’t even notice that I was in the- “Oh! You actually decided to come back…” I heard that god-forsaken voice say behind me. Well. So much for that thought. “Not now, Ray.” I continued on to my room. He followed me. “What? Can’t I bond with my daughter?” Ugh, he was so drunk it wasn’t funny. “I’m not your daughter.” I ducked into my room quickly and locked the door. I winced when he started to knock on the door. “Come on Nyemade’, I just wanna talk…” I didn’t answer. My goodness, two years and he still couldn’t pronounce my name straight. After at least ten minutes, he finally gave up. I breathed a sigh of relief. This was a good night.
ADRIENNE’S POINT OF VIEW Wow, crushing pills was hard work. They make it look all easy on TV, but nope. When I had finished I put all of the now fine powdery substance into a mini-baggy (love those things, they’re so trusty) and put it in a different drawer. There. Now…when to do this….. I pondered this for a bit. It would be trickier this time, seeing as I didn’t have an excuse to get them here, or an excuse to go there. And Tre didn’t need to know about this, so he couldn’t help me. I stopped. Or could he?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Aug 1, 2005 23:08:43 GMT -5
Gasp. I <3 your story and it's suspencefulness, as crazy as it may drive me.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 1, 2005 23:23:09 GMT -5
*evil laugh* I'm sorry...
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Post by TABBY on Aug 2, 2005 14:35:31 GMT -5
ADDRIENNE IS NUUUUTTTTSSSS!!!!!!!!, lol sorry just felt like doing that. anyway please update
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