Post by Veggi Girl on Jul 15, 2007 19:18:43 GMT -5
%%Yes, another fan fic. I've decided to start this one just to see where it goes because I feel my other one sort of died. I have only a slight idea of what is gonna happen in this one, so it's going to be a bit strange. %%
Me: *at a Green Day concert in the front and screaming to Green Day songs*
Billie: *ends a song* Are you reeeeaaaady?
Crowd: Yeah!
Billie: I said, ARE YOU FUCKIN' READY?
Crowd: YEAH!
Me: *as loud as I can* FUCK!
*Mike and Billie look at me*
Mike: Not the answer I think he was looking for.
*Guys start singing again*
Me: *laughing*
Girl: *pushes me out of the way*
Me: Okay, that wasn't cool! *pushes back*
Girl: Bitch get out of my way! *slaps*
Me: *puts hand on face* DAMN! *jumps on girl*
Billie: Shit.
Tré: Well do something!
*Billie jumps into crowd and separates me and the girl. we're both escorted to talk to the police, Billie gets back up on stage and finishes the show*
*With the cops*
Me: I swear! She started it!
Girl: I did not! That bitch pushed me.
Me: Uh, yeah, after you pushed ME. *To a cop* Look, I don't have a criminal record and I'm not about to start one.
*The guys come back to see what's going on*
Mike: *to me* Sooo... that looks like it hurt.
Me: YA THINK?
*Billie talks to the cops and gets everything sorted out. The girl leaves and I get ready to go too*
Billie: *to me* Hey, wait.
Me: *turns around* Ya mean me?
Billie: Yeah. Aren't ya gonna stay and hang out with us for a while? I mean, ya kinda owe us that don't ya?
Me: I was just in a fight at your show and you want me to stay?
Tré: Well in all fairness you didn't start it.
Me: Very true.
Mike: Come on, our bus is behind the building.
*We walk behind the building and get in the bus. Everyone sits down.*
Mike: So where ya from?
Me: Um... Illinios.
Tré: And you came to New York to see us?
Me: Well, yeah. I took a train.
Billie: You're parents know you're gone?
Me: Oh, Billie getting all ethical on me?
Billie: Well you're a minor; aren't you?
Me: No. I'm 19. But my mom knows where I am. I haven't spoken to my dad in a while.
Billie: Oh. Sorry.
Me: Don't worry about it.
Mike and Tré: *at same time* I want to watch a movie!
Me: *to Billie* they do this a lot?
Billie: Unfortunately.
%% That's all I can write for now, I'm about to leave. I know it's not great, but it'll get better. %%
Me: *at a Green Day concert in the front and screaming to Green Day songs*
Billie: *ends a song* Are you reeeeaaaady?
Crowd: Yeah!
Billie: I said, ARE YOU FUCKIN' READY?
Crowd: YEAH!
Me: *as loud as I can* FUCK!
*Mike and Billie look at me*
Mike: Not the answer I think he was looking for.
*Guys start singing again*
Me: *laughing*
Girl: *pushes me out of the way*
Me: Okay, that wasn't cool! *pushes back*
Girl: Bitch get out of my way! *slaps*
Me: *puts hand on face* DAMN! *jumps on girl*
Billie: Shit.
Tré: Well do something!
*Billie jumps into crowd and separates me and the girl. we're both escorted to talk to the police, Billie gets back up on stage and finishes the show*
*With the cops*
Me: I swear! She started it!
Girl: I did not! That bitch pushed me.
Me: Uh, yeah, after you pushed ME. *To a cop* Look, I don't have a criminal record and I'm not about to start one.
*The guys come back to see what's going on*
Mike: *to me* Sooo... that looks like it hurt.
Me: YA THINK?
*Billie talks to the cops and gets everything sorted out. The girl leaves and I get ready to go too*
Billie: *to me* Hey, wait.
Me: *turns around* Ya mean me?
Billie: Yeah. Aren't ya gonna stay and hang out with us for a while? I mean, ya kinda owe us that don't ya?
Me: I was just in a fight at your show and you want me to stay?
Tré: Well in all fairness you didn't start it.
Me: Very true.
Mike: Come on, our bus is behind the building.
*We walk behind the building and get in the bus. Everyone sits down.*
Mike: So where ya from?
Me: Um... Illinios.
Tré: And you came to New York to see us?
Me: Well, yeah. I took a train.
Billie: You're parents know you're gone?
Me: Oh, Billie getting all ethical on me?
Billie: Well you're a minor; aren't you?
Me: No. I'm 19. But my mom knows where I am. I haven't spoken to my dad in a while.
Billie: Oh. Sorry.
Me: Don't worry about it.
Mike and Tré: *at same time* I want to watch a movie!
Me: *to Billie* they do this a lot?
Billie: Unfortunately.
%% That's all I can write for now, I'm about to leave. I know it's not great, but it'll get better. %%