Post by suicideXmakeover on Jan 8, 2006 14:47:36 GMT -5
"Should we wake her?"
"Remember what happened last time we woke her? She roundhouse kicked me in the face. If you want to wake her, you're going to wait until I'm out of the room."
I moaned softly, rolling over in bed and ignoring the voices of the two people hovering over me.
"Is she up?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Mmmmm," I groaned, opening one eye and blinking at Heather and Daria, who were staring intently.
"Good morning, sunshine," Heather said as Daria stepped backwards, obviously frightened that I would kick her in the face again.
"What...what the hell are you guys doing here?" I sighed, pushing myself into a sitting position on my bed and glancing at my clock. "Is it really 7:30?"
"Yes, it is," Daria said. "And we are here because you said to come get you for the Sweet Children show."
"It starts in half an hour, right?" I muttered, standing up and walking toward my closet.
"Yup," Heather said, plopping herself down on my bed. "You really like this guy, don't you?"
"She must," Daria said, answering the question for me. "I mean, they've performed six shows in the past month, and she's been to five of them."
"And the only reason she missed the sixth one was because she was grounded," Heather added.
"Shut up," I snorted, selecting a plain black T-shirt and some jeans.
"I don't see what the big deal with him is. You've only personally met him once, and you guys only talked for, like, a few minutes. Plus, it was strictly a business thing. You were interviewing him for the school paper. That doesn't really count for much," Heather sighed.
"You guys are really up for crushing my hopes and dreams, aren't you?" I snapped sarcastically, heading into the bathroom and changing my clothes. But even through the wooden door, I could still hear Daria.
"He's not all that attractive, anyway. I mean, he's kind of...gross."
"Well, Ivy has a weird taste in men, don't you, Ivy?" Heather asked.
"He's not really all that weird," I groaned, tugging on the pants that were really too small for me. I buttoned them and opened the bathroom door. "Now shut up before I start insulting Jarvis and Nick."
Heather laughed. "Jarvis and Nick are different. They're our boyfriends. This Billie Joe guy is just a schoolgirl crush."
"You never know," I said.
"I sit in the state of a daydream," I sang loudly, bouncing along with the crowd that was moshing to the sound of Sweet Children. My eyes were focused on Billie, his backwards baseball hat practically flying off as he put all his emotion and power into performing. I smiled, glaring straight at his eyes and hoping that he would look over at me.
They finished up their set, and Heather loudly screamed, "Okay, their done. Let's go home."
"I want to meet him," I said.
"We go through this every fucking time," Daria grunted. "You're not going to get to meet him."
"Maybe this time is different," I said, although I kind of knew it wasn't going to be. I stood on my tip-toes and scanned the crowd, looking for Billie. That was when I spotted a baseball hat in the crowd of sweaty teens. "THERE HE IS!" I squealed, pushing my way past people, leaving Heather and Daria behind.
"Awesome show," I heard some guy saying to the guy in the baseball hat. It was Billie!
"Hi!" I said, pushing the guy aside only to see Sweet Children's sweaty drummer, wearing Billie's hat.
"Hi," he said, looking at me. "Do I know you?"
"No," I said, extremely disappointed.
"Um, well, I'm Tre. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," I sighed. "Do you know where Billie is?"
"Oh," Tre said, sounding almost as disappointed as I did. "He's over there somewhere." He pointed over his shoulder. As I walked quickly in the direction which he had pointed, I could hear him say, "What a bitch! She only wanted to meet Billie. Stupid groupie."
"Remember what happened last time we woke her? She roundhouse kicked me in the face. If you want to wake her, you're going to wait until I'm out of the room."
I moaned softly, rolling over in bed and ignoring the voices of the two people hovering over me.
"Is she up?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Mmmmm," I groaned, opening one eye and blinking at Heather and Daria, who were staring intently.
"Good morning, sunshine," Heather said as Daria stepped backwards, obviously frightened that I would kick her in the face again.
"What...what the hell are you guys doing here?" I sighed, pushing myself into a sitting position on my bed and glancing at my clock. "Is it really 7:30?"
"Yes, it is," Daria said. "And we are here because you said to come get you for the Sweet Children show."
"It starts in half an hour, right?" I muttered, standing up and walking toward my closet.
"Yup," Heather said, plopping herself down on my bed. "You really like this guy, don't you?"
"She must," Daria said, answering the question for me. "I mean, they've performed six shows in the past month, and she's been to five of them."
"And the only reason she missed the sixth one was because she was grounded," Heather added.
"Shut up," I snorted, selecting a plain black T-shirt and some jeans.
"I don't see what the big deal with him is. You've only personally met him once, and you guys only talked for, like, a few minutes. Plus, it was strictly a business thing. You were interviewing him for the school paper. That doesn't really count for much," Heather sighed.
"You guys are really up for crushing my hopes and dreams, aren't you?" I snapped sarcastically, heading into the bathroom and changing my clothes. But even through the wooden door, I could still hear Daria.
"He's not all that attractive, anyway. I mean, he's kind of...gross."
"Well, Ivy has a weird taste in men, don't you, Ivy?" Heather asked.
"He's not really all that weird," I groaned, tugging on the pants that were really too small for me. I buttoned them and opened the bathroom door. "Now shut up before I start insulting Jarvis and Nick."
Heather laughed. "Jarvis and Nick are different. They're our boyfriends. This Billie Joe guy is just a schoolgirl crush."
"You never know," I said.
"I sit in the state of a daydream," I sang loudly, bouncing along with the crowd that was moshing to the sound of Sweet Children. My eyes were focused on Billie, his backwards baseball hat practically flying off as he put all his emotion and power into performing. I smiled, glaring straight at his eyes and hoping that he would look over at me.
They finished up their set, and Heather loudly screamed, "Okay, their done. Let's go home."
"I want to meet him," I said.
"We go through this every fucking time," Daria grunted. "You're not going to get to meet him."
"Maybe this time is different," I said, although I kind of knew it wasn't going to be. I stood on my tip-toes and scanned the crowd, looking for Billie. That was when I spotted a baseball hat in the crowd of sweaty teens. "THERE HE IS!" I squealed, pushing my way past people, leaving Heather and Daria behind.
"Awesome show," I heard some guy saying to the guy in the baseball hat. It was Billie!
"Hi!" I said, pushing the guy aside only to see Sweet Children's sweaty drummer, wearing Billie's hat.
"Hi," he said, looking at me. "Do I know you?"
"No," I said, extremely disappointed.
"Um, well, I'm Tre. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," I sighed. "Do you know where Billie is?"
"Oh," Tre said, sounding almost as disappointed as I did. "He's over there somewhere." He pointed over his shoulder. As I walked quickly in the direction which he had pointed, I could hear him say, "What a bitch! She only wanted to meet Billie. Stupid groupie."
