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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 14:48:44 GMT -5
OH MY GOD! I'm excited, sorry. Yay! Update!!!!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 14:52:06 GMT -5
i'll update tonight.....round midnight, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 15:01:00 GMT -5
I have to wait until midnight? Darn.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 15:04:11 GMT -5
heh, sorry, but yeah.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 15:05:01 GMT -5
Well, I'm working on my next part of the Real World, so it should be posted fairly soon. I can tell it's going to be a long story, since it takes place over five months, and I've only covered 3 days so far.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 15:22:34 GMT -5
lol, don't worry. you, being the genius that you are, will think of something fascinating that will keep us on the edge of our seats. no pressure.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 15:26:25 GMT -5
You are one in maybe eight people on the planet who would consider me a genius. And you're probably very wrong.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 18:52:44 GMT -5
All the people that deny being a genius are probably the smartest people. Haha. Yeah, so... No, I'm not a genius. Pht! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 18:55:54 GMT -5
lol. But really, I don't think I'm very smart.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 22:31:03 GMT -5
Look at your signature, okay. Look at it. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 22:50:11 GMT -5
Shut up....
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 22:52:03 GMT -5
Haha, I win!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 22:59:35 GMT -5
Part Six
I woke up to the murmur of voices downstairs. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. I had to remember where I was. Sunlight was streaming in through Joeys curtains, and I remembered everything that had happened last night. Someone had covered me, Joey, and Jake with a blanket. Then I recalled that Mike and Tre were here. My eyes went wide and my heart started to beat faster. So, they had already seen me, while I was asleep, no doubt drooling on my shoulder or something.
I slipped quietly out of the bed, being careful not to wake Joey and Jake. I walked around the second floor and found a bathroom. I washed my face and hands, and brushed my hair. Atleast I looked halfway presentable. Tiptoeing down the stairs, I could begin to make out what was being said in the kitchen. There were two male voices, which meant Adrienne was still not home. I stopped right outside the kitchen, eavesdropping. My heart was going crazy, and I was actually worried that they might hear it.
“I should have gone with him! I knew that he was in no condition to drive!” a voice said angrily. I thought it was Tre, and it must have been, since the next voice was definitely Mikes.
“It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. Not even his.”
Silence.
“He had drank too much. I should have known! I should HAVE!” Tre continued his tirade.
“No, it doesn’t matter. HE should have known better. He’s okay, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter? Doesn’t MATTER?! He broke his ARM. You know? That part of the body he plays the guitar with?! What are we gonna do?! We’re supposed to be on tour!”
“Do you care more about the tour? Or that he’s alive, and only got away with a broken arm?!” Mike asked, raising his voice as well, “The woman he hit wasn’t so lucky!”
Silence again. I winced. I hadn’t thought about the other driver who must have been in the accident.
There was a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. I was being selfish.”
“It’s okay.”
“So,” said Tre’s voice in a much more devilish tone, “What do you think about Jake and Joey’s new babysitter?”
“Tre! She’s like, no older than 16!”
16? I didn’t look that old, did I?
“So? I like younger girls!”
Oh my God. This conversation was not happening. Then, my cell phone rang from inside my bag, which was still lying on the counter. Shit, I thought. I can’t go in now without them knowing I had been listening the entire time. I ran silently back up the stairs, and made a lot of noise coming down. I ran straight into the kitchen, and found my cell in the jumbled mess. I tried to ignore the guys now staring at me.
“Hello?” I said, a bit breathless. The voice on the other side was very, clearly audible, as Lauren shouted into the mouth piece.
“Where the hell are you!?” her voice shouted. I winced. Mike and Tre could hear every word she was saying.
“Lauren, didn’t Diana tell you?”
“Diana doesn’t tell me shit. She’s up in her room, banging away on her goddamn drums from hell.” I laughed, and noticed Tre perk up at the mention of drums. Mike casually leaned his back against the counter, and crossed his arms. Tre was sitting at the table, looking interestedly at me. I tried my best to ignore both, but it was hard when they were staring. I hoped Lauren wouldn’t say anything Green Day related whatsoever. I decided I’d hang up if I had a feeling she would. I sighed.
“Well, go up there, take away her drumsticks, make her chase you around the house, and beat her across the head with them until she does. She likes to mess with your head, you know.”
“Ha ha ha!” Lauren said sarcastically, “But, alrighty, I’m gonna go do that. Don’t fuck up anything!” I laughed, told her bye, and hung up. I threw the cell back into my bag and looked up to meet the gazes of two of my idols.
“Er…Sorry ‘bout that. My friends are a bit insane,” was the only thing I could think to say.
“You’re not the only one. Want some coffee?” Mike offered.
“Ew, yuck. No thanks,” I said laughing. Coffee was absolutely the vilest drink in the world, but I knew Mike had a caffeine addiction.
“Jesus, Mike. 16 year olds don’t drink coffee,” Tre said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I made a face at him.
“I’m 14,” I said lightly, smirking. Mike choked on his coffee, and Tre looked genuinely surprised.
“Are you serious?” Tre asked suspiciously.
“Yep. I wish I was 16, then I could drive. Not like I could afford a car anyway,” I said with a sigh. I was still trying to afford a guitar, but I wouldn’t let them know that.
There was the tiny pitter patter of feet coming into the kitchen. Jake had woken up, but he still looked half asleep. He was very disorientated, or must have been, because he didn’t even notice Mike or Tre, and came directly to me. I looked down at him curiously. He tugged at my pant leg, and I bent down to listen to what he had to say.
“I had a bad dream,” he said in barely audible whisper. I knew all about bad dreams. I had my fair share.
“Yeah?” I whispered back.
“Yeah……,” he whispered.
“What was it about?” I asked. He suddenly grabbed onto my leg and squeezed it, and started to cry. Holy shit. It must have been bad. I enveloped him in a hug and lifted him into the air, where he continued to bawl into my shoulder. I looked over his scruffy hair at a worried Mike and Tre. Both walked over and tried to comfort him, but he only clung to me for dear life and continued crying. I rocked him gently and walked around the house a bit, gently shushing him and rubbing his back. He eventually quieted down and fell asleep, thumb in mouth.
I walked over to the couch and gently laid him down, covering him with a blanket laying over a chair nearby. Tre’s voice made me jump.
“You’re really good at this,” he said, patting Jake on the head.
“Let me guess. You probably have a little brother or sister at home, and you deal with this everyday?” he asked, smiling slightly, walking back into the kitchen, where Mike was watching the morning news on the little tv on the counter. He looked up when we came in.
I shook my head, “I have one brother. Well, HAD one brother, but he was older than me.”
“What do you mean, had?” Mike asked.
“He’s dead. Committed suicide when I was nine,” I said simply, shrugging. Mike and Tre stared at me, obviously concerned about how easy going I was about it.
“Oh, sorry,” was all Tre said. I just nodded and plopped myself down at the table, resting my head in my arms. There was silence for a while, except the reporters voice announcing today’s various tragedies. Didn’t it always seem that they told you ‘Good Morning!’, and then proceeded to tell you why it wasn’t? Then Joey woke up and ran into the kitchen. He quickly jumped up into Mike’s arms and he swung him around. Tre pretended to seem offended that Joey went to Mike first, and scowled at him. Joey shrugged, and instead came over to me and gave me a hug. Mike and I laughed at Tre’s expression. Joey finally went over and gave Tre a hug, who kissed him on the forehead. Joey rubbed at it, and I laughed again. These two kids were so lucky. They had a great mother, father, two crazy godfathers, a nice house, a great life. A loving family. ‘Everything you had only ever dreamed of having’, said that annoying little voice. I stared into my palms.
“How’s dad?” he asked quietly. I think he expected the worst.
“He’s absolutely fine. Only has a broken arm!” Tre said cheerfully.
“But the doctor said your dad should take it easy for a while. They said he’s stressed, and needs some time off from work,” Mike added in a much more depressed tone.
“You don’t have to be so pessimistic!” Tre said to Mike.
“I’m just telling him as it is!” Mike said defensively.
“Both of you, shut up!” Whoops, I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. They stared at me, Tre’s mouth hanging open, just about to retort back at Mike.
“You’ll wake Jake!” I said.
“Oh, right, sorry” was all they said. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen, with only the sound of the clock in the room.
“Ummm. How about breakfast?” Tre proposed. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I suppose you’re the one who’s going to do the cooking?” I asked.
“Uh. Well, I was kinda, um, hoping….you……would?” Tre said, a bit ashamed.
Mike laughed, and told us that if we left Tre alone in the kitchen, there would be no kitchen left. I searched through the fridge and found eggs, bacon, etc., and threw them all into pans and on the stove. Jake eventually woke up again at the smell of food, and was a bit surprised to see Mike and Tre there, which caused me to crack up. Joey was confused. We had a giant breakfast, and talked about anything and everything. Tre kept making jokes, causing us all to laugh. He was absolutely hilarious.
“You need to come over and make breakfast more often,” Joey said through a mouthful of eggs and bacon.
“Or, come on tour with us!” Tre said, obviously without thinking, cause Mike hit him on the back of the head. I tried my best to pretend I didn’t hear him, when the phone rang. The perfect distraction, thank god! I jumped up and grabbed the wireless from the counter.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Karla. It’s Adrienne.”
“Hi, how are ya?”
“I’m so sorry for staying so long. I hope those kids didn’t give you any trouble.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah, I consider all four of them kids.”
I smirked at Tre, but he hadn’t heard what Adrienne had said.
“Did you find breakfast okay?”
“Yeah, we’re just finishing up, actually.”
“Wow, you’re amazing. Can you make Jake and Joey do the dishes? It’s their job.”
“Sure thing.”
“Can I speak to Mike?”
“Yep, just a sec.” I handed Mike the phone.
“Hey Adrienne…..Yes, we’re fine. Well, Jake had a bit of a fit, but Karla took care of it right away……Yeah, I know, she’s a wonderful cook (I blushed)….. Really? That’s good. Alright, say hi to Billie….kay, bye.” And he hung up.
I rubbed my eyes. I was super tired after the day’s events.
“Adrienne said that the woman Billie hit would be okay,” Mike said.
“Shouldn’t you call your mom or something?” Tre asked. My face darkened.
“No, she doesn’t care. She never has,” I said darkly. Tre and Mike exchanged glances, but said nothing. I shook myself out of thinking about her, who I hadn’t seen in 11 years, and ordered Jake and Joey to start the dishes. They groaned, but reluctantly got up to do them. I laid down on the couch to relax for a bit, and promptly fell asleep.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 23:00:09 GMT -5
There ya go, hope you like.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 23:19:40 GMT -5
I love your story. I wish I had two crazy godfathers. That would be awesome.
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