I Hate Living With Greenday

Awakening

I woke up gasping for breath and Mike "slapping" my face. Everyone was gathered around me and as soon as I woke up, they all seemed to relax. Tre came over. "How's she doing?" He asked Billie.

"She just woke up," I heard Billie say. Tre glanced in my direction and came running over.

"Nikki!!! I am soooooo sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. I was drunk. And I was so happy and I'm soooo sorry. Are you ok? How are ya feeling? Can you breathe? Here's a glass of water," he said as he gave me a glass of water. As I sat up, my head started pounding. Did I have a hangover? No, that's not possible. I didn't drink last night. Well, I didn't remember drinking, but of course I wouldn't remember.

"What happened?" I asked as I rubbed my head.

"Tre hugged you too hard and you passed out," explained Mike.

"Nice going, Tre now she's probably going to tell her dad and we're going to get kicked out," said Jason, slapping Tre on the back of the head.

"She's not gonna tell her dad, are you?" Asked Tre, hopefully.

"Of course she's gonna tell him. She's just like any other twelve year old. She's spoiled rotten and tells her "daddy" everything. And when her dad hates the people who are renting their upstairs room, that certain twelve year old has a lot of power in her hands," replied Jason, glaring at me the whole time.

"She is not spoiled rotten and what twelve year olds do that?!" Fought Mike.

"Have you seen her room? She's got guitars galore in there! And I know a lot of twelve year olds who do that!" Screamed Jason.

"No I haven't seen her room because I don't go randomly sneaking into little girls' rooms looking at their stuff!"

"You were in my room?" I asked quietly. Suddenly, everyone turned their head on me.

"What?" Asked Jason.

"You were in my room?!" I asked/yelled.

"Yes, but only-" Jason tried to explain, but I interrupted him.

"I don't care WHY you were in my room! I only care that you were in my room, looking at my stuff!" I said, standing up, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Let me explain," he said.

"Fine, explain." I said, crossing my arms.

"Your mom told me to get some stuff from your room," he explained.

"What stuff?" I asked.

"None of your concern."

"Actually it is of my concern of what stuff you were getting out of MY ROOM," I said, stomping my foot.

"See?" He said to Mike, "She IS spoiled rotten."

"Well, how would you feel if someone broke into your room and jacked your stuff?!" I replied.

"Ok, kid, ok chill. I was getting a box of tissues."

"Why would my mother need a box of tissues?" I asked.

"How would I fucking know? Anyway, that's why I was in your room."

"Ok, fine," I said going to sit down again and sipping some water. I thought and thought why my mom would need tissues. Maybe she's sick. Yea, she's probably sick. She has really bad allergies. (A/N-no this is not some random thing, it is foreshadowing something bigger)

"So now what?" Asked Billie.

"My head hurts," pouted Tre.

"Well maybe that's because you have a hangover," said Billie.

"Oh yeaaaaa," said Tre, "I remember now! I am so sorry, Nikki! I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never wanna hurt you I'm so sorry!' Said Tre as he pulled me into a hug.

"Hey maybe you shouldn't hug her that much anymore," laughed Mike.

"Oh right, sorry," replied Tre, letting me go.

"So what happened when I was asleep?" I asked.

"I really can't remember, but I think we just kept partying," said Mike sadly.

"We really shouldn't have gotten that drunk," admitted Billie, lowering his head, "especially with a twelve year old in the room."

"I think we all owe Nikki an apology," said Mike.

There was a chorus of "I'm sorry"s from everyone. I noticed that Jason didn't say anything, but he only mouthed it. He glared at me yet again.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"We got really drunk around you," explained Mike, "We really shouldn't have done that."

"Oh no it's fine," I said, "You honestly don't think I've seen my parents drunk before?"

"Oh, yea, right," said Billie, scratching his neck.

"What time is it?" I asked, stretching.

"Um, I don't know let me check my phone," sang Tre, skipping over to the dresser where he put his phone, "It's about 5:30," he said.

"I'm so tired," I said, yawning.

"But, you just took a nap," pouted Tre.

"That wasn't a nap, drummer boy. That was a passing out."

"Drummer boy?" Asked Tre.

"Yup Drummer Boy," I repeated, "I'm going to sleep."

"Ok," everyone replied.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Said Tre.

"What?" I moaned.

"Why don't you sleep up here?"

"Sleep with 6 guys? Um i don't think so," I said as I started down the stairs.

"Ok, then. Good luck getting past your mom who's awake by the way, and telling her why you were up here," smirked Billie. I thought about it. My mom's awake? But wait, doesn't she have work? Oh, yea today's Tuesday. She's off today. Dammit!

"Who has an extra sleeping bag?" I sighed.

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A/N~

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