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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 20, 2006 21:13:02 GMT -5
Me: *in my room watching Green Day music videos* Tré: *walks into my room as if it were his own* Hey, that's me! Billie: *runs into my room* Tré! I told you to stay out of other people's houses! Mike: *yelling from the kitchen* Billie! Did ya find him yet? Billie: *yelling to Mike* Yeah! He's in here with some girl. Me: Hey! I'm 18! Billie: Sorry, I didn't mean it that way- Tré: Yeah he did. *begins to watch music videos* Wow, we were colorful. Me: Yeah, you guys rock. *pause* Hey, You did mean that that way? Mike: *walks into my room holding a beer* What the fuck is taking you so long? Billie: Tré's found himself a new friend. Mike: *to me and looking confused* Who are you? Tré: *puts his arm around my shoulder* She's my new friend. Me: Awww! I am? Tré: Yeah. *to Mike and giggling* Mike: *whispering to Billie* What's her name? Billie: *that cute face he makes when he doesn't know something* Mike: I thought so. Me: I'm Amber. Tré: She's Amber! Billie: *to Mike* Are you gonna drink that? Mike: *takes a drink and hands Billie the bottle* Billie: *sits on bed* we're gonna be here a while aren't we? Me: Yeah, probably. Tré: *pulls out big book of sex laws* You said you're 18... right? Me: Yep! Tré: *looks for a while and then slams the book shut* Ha! It IS legal! Billie: Oh no. Not again. Mike: *confused* Again? Billie: *mouths these words to Mike: 'play along.' * Mike: *nodds* Oh, right... again. Tré: What again? *looking at me* There's no again. *to Billie and Mike* Guys! Me: I don't care about an again. Billie: Urgh! You are making this so difficult! Mike: *to me* Look, you seem nice, but we gotta get on the road. Me: What were you guys doing out here anyway? Mike: *looks at Billie as if to say 'you know what has to happen now.' * Tré: She gets to come with us!?!?!?! Billie: *sighs* Yes.
~~~~ Oooo! I get to go with them.... That's all for now... Not my best... but it's a start... It'll get better.~~~~
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Post by stars mystify on Jan 20, 2006 22:24:23 GMT -5
HAHAHAHA! Noo this was awsome! LMAO! I can't wait to read more!!
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 21, 2006 18:54:03 GMT -5
lol. Coming soon!
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 21, 2006 19:25:33 GMT -5
Here's a little more!
*The four of us are in a random car without the roof on... Billie is driving... God help us all, Mike is in the front passenger seat, Tré and I are in the back. Tré can't keep his hand off of my shoulder and Mike keeps looking back at us as if he is worried that Tré's hand may go elsewhere.*
Me: You still haven't told me how you ended up at my house. Billie: *glances at me in the rearview mirror* It's a long story really. Tré: Can I tell it? Mike: No! Billie: Mike, Why don't you- Mike: TURN HERE! Billie: *jerks steering wheel to the right and we feel like we're going to turn over* Whoah! Mike: *Looking back at me* You alright? Me: *trying to catch my breath so I nod* Tré: *patting my shoulder* Of coarse she's ok! I'm here! Me: So, how did you get to my house? Mike: Well, I don't know actually. We were sort of lost... And, then Tré jumped out of the car. *glares at Tré for a while, and then goes back to those really great "wisdom" eyes* And we had to follow him. Billie: *glances in the mirror and sees Tré standing up* Tré! Sit your ASS DOWN! Tré: *sits back down and puts his hand back on my shoulder* I was just having fun. Billie: *looking confused* Where the fuck are we? Me: *sigh* You're headed toward Springfield. Billie: We're in Illinois? Me: Uh, y...e...s... where did you think you were? Mike: Billie, calm down. Amber, calm down. We all need to just calm down. Wait, what the fuck am I saying? Billie! You got us lost! Me: Do you want me to drive? Billie: I CAN DRIVE THE FUCKING CAR! Tré: *to me* I don't think he wants you to drive the car. Me: *to Tré and in a softer voice* I know he doesn't want me to drive the car. Mike: *to Billie* Just let her drive the damn car! At least she knows where she's going. Billie: *to everyone in the car* I KNOW where I AM going. Me: *to Billie, but in a nicer tone of voice* Why don't you ask for directions? Billie: *to me, still frustrated and confused* I don't NEED directions. Mike: *to me, but calmly* He doesn't need directions. Me: *to Tré* What's with guys and directions? Tré: I don't have problems asking for directions. Billie: I don't NEED directions. ****Me and Billie yell at eachother about directions for about two minutes**** Mike: SHUT THE FUCK UP! Me: *a little scared of Mike at the moment* I-I'm sorry? Billie: *now calmer* Yeah, man, me too. *Billie pulls the car over and gets out. and walks to the back. He stand there for a moment and hands me the keys.* Can you get us to a hotel for the night? I think we all need a break. Me: *silent, but gets out of the car and walks to the driver's door and gets in the driver's seat. I wait for Billie to get in, and then I drive off. The rest of the car ride is silent*
~~~ Dun Dun Dun... DRAMA has been added! As well as Tré's random funnyness~~~
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Post by stars mystify on Jan 21, 2006 19:39:43 GMT -5
HAHAHA! I love the directions part in there. That was great!! And Tré's random humor also was hilarious! I looooove it!
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Post by Taylorrrr on Jan 21, 2006 19:51:55 GMT -5
ha ha!
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Post by Taylorrrr on Jan 21, 2006 19:52:29 GMT -5
billie's in denial!
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 21, 2006 21:30:11 GMT -5
*I safely get us to a hotel, where Tré is being strange and handing me things from the mini bar. Billie takes off his tie and sits on a couch. He runs his hands through his hair, he seems distressed.*
Me: *sits down by Billie* Look, I'm sorry. I really am. Billie: *stopps running his hands through his hair. He leans over to put his elbows on his knees.* Yeah, me too. I shouldn't have yelled and lost control like I did. Mike: You two done being sappy? Tré: *starts drinking a beer from the mini bar* Yep, they're done. *hands a beer to Billie* This will help. Me: I'm not sure if alcohol will help sappiness. Tré: *in an all-knowing voice* Sure it does. Me: Ummm... Ok. Mike: Ok, guys. We have to discuss what we will do from here. We can't stay in Springfield forever. Me: Why not? Tré: Yeah, why not? Mike: Tré, look around. We are in a hotel room! Tré: And that's different from a bus... how? Billie: A bus moves. Tré: Well, can Amber come with us where ever we go? Billie: She kind of has to now. Tré: Yay! Me: I'm coming with you? Where are we going? Mike: That's what we're trying to decide. Me: oh. Tré: Hey, it's not her fault. She's just excited to be with me. Billie: Oh no, here we go. Tré: Here we go where? Mike: Yes! Where are we going? Billie: You know what I meant, Mike. Mike: But I'm more interested on where we go from here. Me: Well, *pulls out a map* If we go up to Chicago, we can get on this road and it will take us to California. On the other hand, we could take this road from here, and go to Florida. Or, we could- Mike: I get the point. Thanks. Me: I was just trying to help. Mike: *waving his hand in one of those ways when you try to earase the past* I know I know. Sorry. I'm just frustrated. Tré: And you're taking it off on my girlfriend? Billie: See?!?! See!?!? I told you, Mike! I knew it would happen! Me: *to Tré* I'm your girlfriend? Mike: *to Billie* she didn't know? Me: *to Mike* No.
~~~~ What will Tré do next?~~~~
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 21, 2006 22:56:57 GMT -5
*We're all still in the same room, the map now on the table, opend up, but the creases are making it slightly close up again. No one seems to notice and the room has been silent for a while. Tré's not even sitting by me now. He has moved to the side of the room with a big window. Billie keeps looking at me as if he's confused about something about me. Mike keeps looking at Tré as if he's making a big mistake.*
Billie: Tré- Tré: Don't! *puts hand on head* Me: I'm entirely confused. Mike: You and the rest of the room. Where are we going. Billie: Mike, don't change the subject. Mike: Well, he obviously does not want to talk about this right now. Me: What is there to talk about? Tré: Nothing! Me: I'm going to go make some coffee. Tré: You don't have to do that. Me: No, I do. Mike: Where the fuck are we going? Billie: That's not important at the minute Mike! Damnit! Tré: *mummbles something* Mike: *to Tré* What did you say? Tré: I said it's my life damnit! Not yours. Billie: He's right really, we don't really have any say in what he does. Mike: We don't? His friends can't tell him what they think? Tré: No, you can't. Billie: Tré, Tré: What? Me: *listening at door* Mike: Are you really going to be with her? Tré: I want to be. Billie: Tré, I don't think I've ever seen you this serious. Mike: It's settled then. She's coming with us. Billie: How long does it take to make coffee? Me: *walks out a few moments later witch trey of coffee and cups* Billie: You were listening. Weren't you? Me: *shifts eyes and sets trey down on table* Maybe. Mike: Um, that's covering the map. Me: Oh! Damn. Sorry. *lifts up trey and Mike moves the map so I can set the trey back down* Mike: *trying to be nice even though I created a rather dramatic moment* It's ok. Billie: *moves to where Tré is standing and whisperes* You alright, man? Tré: *nods and continues to look out window* Me: *sits down on couch* Tré: *walks over to couch and sits down next to me* Me: *pours Tré a cup of coffee. Tré takes it, smiles and slowly starts to drink it.* Mike: Ok. Where are we going?
~~~~ Oooo! Intense!~~~~
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Post by stars mystify on Jan 22, 2006 9:56:27 GMT -5
Ooo you're right, you are good at drama!! Keep it coming!! I need to know what happens!!!
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 10:12:32 GMT -5
lol. Yeah, drama I can write. That's why I'd make a good journalist! lol. But hopefully I can get some funny in here too. I'll keep writing, but I also I have to finally work on my English paper... procrastination gets you no where.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 11:03:13 GMT -5
*That night, things get strange... Um...stranger... The power in the hotel goes out, and this is only the begining...*
Tré: *sitting on the chair looking all around him... very paranoid* Me: *looking at Tré* Umm, you ok? Billie: *jumping in on the conversation* He's fine. Mike: *also jumping in on the conversation* Billie, I'm not sure he's fine. Me: Tré, are you ok? Tré: *suddenly becoming calm* Yeah, I'm ok. Me: *hits Tré with pillow* You shit, you had me worried! Billie: *suddenly turns as if Tré hadn't made a mistake now* You were worried? Me: Well, yeah. I thought something was wrong. People usually worry when they think something is wrong. Mike: *to Billie* See! That's why I worry all the time! Tré: *to me* Um, I'm sorry. Me: *throws pillow at Billie, but Billie catches it* Tré: Hey! Nice catch! Billie: Thanks. *gets hit by a pillow and looks at me* Me: Don't look at me. *points to Mike* Mike: Well I didn't do it. Billie: Well someone did. Tré: It was me. Me: No it wasn't, you didn't even have a pillow. Tré: Shhh! I'm trying to save Mike. Me: Oh, sorry. Mike: But I didn't do it! Billie: *throws pillows at everyone* There, now I got the right person. Mike: No you didn't. I didn't do it! Me: Um, Mike, Tré and I got hit too. Mike: Oh. *throws pillow at Billie* There. Now we're even. Billie: No we're not! *throws pillow at Mike* Tré: PILLOW FIGHT! *everyone starts throwing pillows* *everyone is getting tired.* Mike: Um, where are we all sleeping? Billie: I don't know. I thought we would be out of this hotel by now. Mike: Well I didn't see anyone helping me out with where to go. Me: *softly* I brought the map. Tré: It doesn't matter now. We have to think. Mike: You're right. You're right. Wow... Tré's right? Tré: HEY! Billie: Ok, stop it. We're not getting anywhere with this. Me: You know, there is more than one room. I'll just take the one upstairs, it's smaller so you guys will have more room in the one down here. Besides, the one upstairs only has one bed, and the one down here has two. Billie: How do you know so much about this hotel? Me: I've been here before. Billie: Oh, really. Tré: *to me* I'm not letting you sleep up there by yourself. Me: Why not? Tré: *puzzled look* Me: I'm waiting. Tré: Ok, it's because I'd worry about you. Mike: WHAT?!?! Billie: Mike, you're not helping the situation. Mike: Sorry, it's just suprising. Me: I'm sleeping upstairs. I'll be fine. Billie: See, Tré. She'll be fine. Tré: *reluctantly agrees* *Later that night, in the guys' room... Tré hears thunder.* Tré: HOLY SHIT! Was that thunder? Mike: *tired* Tré, you just woke me up. Billie: Yeah, me too. It's just thunder. Tré: I'm going to go check on Amber. Billie: I don't think she'll like that. *Tré heads upstairs anyway to find I'm still asleep. He doesn't want to leave me alone though. He's sweet like that. So he sits in a chair. Thunder wakes me up after a few minutes.* Me: HOLY SHIT TRÉ! *calming down* What are you doing in here? Tré: *jumps up when I scream and then calms down when I lower my voice.* I just wanted to make sure you're ok. Me: Well, I'm ok. Tré: Ok. Me: Why are you still here? Tré: I don't want to walk downstairs? Me: *looks at Tré* Tré: Fine. I didn't want to leave you alone. Me: I assure you. I'll be ok. Tré: Well, can I have a good night kiss then? Me: *playfully* I suppose. Tré: *Comes over to my bed and kisses me. Then walks downstairs to Billie and Mike.* She was fine. Mike: Told you. Now go back to sleep.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 14:08:12 GMT -5
*The next day is sunny. The storm has knocked a few branches from trees, but other than that, it doesn't look to bad. The four get into the car, which is not wet due to the layout of the parking being inside a garage type area.* Billie: *to me* Want to drive? Me: *to Billie* No, you can drive. Mike: Billie, just drive. Billie: Well I thought that with her knowing her way around Springfield, she could get us out of here. Tré: I think she thinks you can handle it. Me: Yeah, you can handle it. Mike: *turns around to look at Tré* You just want her to sit back there with you. Tré: So? Billie: Ok, I'll drive. Tré: *happy* I'm not all by myself! Mike: *to Billie* He's gonna sing that again, isn't he? Tré: NO. Billie: Suprising. Me: *puppy dog eyes to Tré* Oh, you're not gonna sing to me? Tré: *crazy* I was alone... Mike and Billie in unison: Nooooo! Tré: *stops* Me: It's ok, you can sing later. Tré: *smiles* Mike: Where are we going? Billie: We still haven't decided? Mike: Um, I don't think so. Tré: I want a beer. Me: Um, Tré, it's against the law to have open alcoholic beverages in a vehicle. Billie: Just give the man a beer. Mike: *to Billie* What are you saying? Me: *gives Tré a beer* Mike: Too late. ~~~~~~~~~~This one was short... Oh, where are we going? ~~~~~~
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Post by Taylorrrr on Jan 22, 2006 14:35:11 GMT -5
I LOVE IT! ;D
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Post by stars mystify on Jan 22, 2006 15:09:54 GMT -5
Me too!!! I loved the pillow fight!!! Post more soon!!!! ;D
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