Landline (Trillie)

12.)

( huge change in plans in order for me to actually update this and enjoy it. hope you're not mad with me. don't worry I will connect some plot holes. -eli )

T.C

I harshly jolted awake, covered in sweat. I checked out my surroundings. I was laying on a beat up couch with an ugly red color to it.

''Dude, you've been asleep forever. I thought you were dead'' The familiar brunette with settling blue eyes sat on a near broken plastic chair next to me.

The house that I slept so soundly in was completely random. Mike looked at me like I was crazy, my eyes almost melted from the bright walls and sun peeking through the blinds.

I was really confused, because a second ago I was with my band mate in a fucking pool. The memories of my slumber slowly but certainly started to fade away. I got up quickly and saw fuzzy black mist envelope my eyesight. My stomach threatened to spill with a sharp pain.

Mike held me up by the arms and sighed. ''I didn't really expect you to remember what happened last night. We got drunk again. You've been out cold since 12 late and now it's literally 5 in the afternoon. We have to get on the road again.'' I stood on my own two feet and rushed to the bathroom.

The contents of my stomach spilled all over the murky water of the toilet, my loud gagging sound caused me to cringe. I looked in the mirror. I quickly ran my hand threw my hair, there was a sticky substance that lingered between the bright green strands. I stood and stared for a while.

The dream.. I just remembered. It was so weird.. I felt like a character in some type of movie. Was I going insane or did I remember feeling all giddy for Billie Joe? The singer that recently befriended me and took me in as a drummer. Could people sleep in dreams? Maybe it was simply me fading in and out.

I felt a few tears emerge. I was so damn confused and severely sick and tired. My eyeliner was faded and smeared across my face. I frowned and slumped over on the toilet again. The door creaked but I couldn't look to see who it was. ''Tré..'' Billie? ''Are you alright? Last night hit hard. It was fuckin amazing though.'' He sighed in remembrance and rubbed circles into my back. I could smell cigarettes and various drugs lingering with sweat. This made me hurl once again.

I wiped my mouth and got up slowly. He smiled at me with a lopsided type of smile. ''You look great.'' He slapped me on the back and walked back into the living room chuckling. I felt my stomach stir and flutter and twist. A light burning sensation filled my face. I pulled up my hands to feel my tender cheeks and shook my head.

What on earth was I wearing? A fluffy pink beau with a huge Green Day shirt and a tutu? No wonder Billie had laughed and left me with the cold tiles and bitter thoughts. I lifted up my legs to see striped socks. I smiled and ditched the feathery accessories.

From what I recall in the dream, Billie was the famous one? Mike worked with me? And I liked Beej? That's all I could remember. I could make out a slight silhouette of a man named Jason in my head and lots of bright screens with messages. Life felt good there, things seemed to be going well there. Probably the most realistic and strange dream ever.

Mike and Billie lazily watched a small television. There was some strange woman in the kitchen making us some food. I made sure that I cleaned all of the vomit and sprayed random perfume to cover the smell because I didn't know the owners of this home.

My two friends plowed down steak and I did not eat. We packed up our small amounts of stuff and headed out. They both talked about the next gig and how it would be huge while I wrapped myself in a blanket in the back of the rusted up van. My converse peeked out and I could see the road ahead. Ohio huh..