American Idiot (Chapter 1)
I entered the house, grabbed boxes and took them to my room. I was exhausted. An eight hour flight isn't fun, especially since I have this weird thing where I can't sleep on planes, even though I'm used to flying. I spent all my summers back and forth between England and Spain where my parents liked to spend their vacations.
I started to unpack when my uncle came up and told me that the second floor was all mine. It was enourmous: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms (one in the master bedroom), and a game room. It even had a small kitchen with a mini bar. He told me that I could even decorate however I wanted without making it look tacky. I guess he wanted me to be comfortable because he was going to be out on buisness trips and I was hardly ever going to see him.
As I was placing my stuff in the master bedroom he yelled to me that later we would be going to the neighbour's house. I didn't undertand him well, but all I could make out is that they were great friends and they invited us to a little party they were having. I stopped what I was doing and took a shower. Short after it was time to go.
We walked to the neighbour's house. It took us no more than 5 minutes to get there. When we arrived John rang the bell. Soon the door swang open and couple around the 40's greated us both with a smile.
"Hello John! It's good to see you" exclaimed the woman as she gave my uncle a hug. "You must be Sam, nice to finally meet you. I'm Miranda." she said as she hugged me too.
"Miranda let go of the boy, you're squashing him!" said the man with a hint of a British accent.
"Shush Tyler! Oh you should meet our daughter Ashley, she's your age. She's upstairs in her room. Go ahead and introduce yourself while we catch up with your uncle." She said directing me to the stairs.
"Okay" I said flaty, a bit scared of the couple. "Nice to meet you".
I went upstairs and went to the last door of the hallway. I knocked a couple times but nobody answered so I slowly opened the door. When I did a blast of of music came out. I was in shock. There was this girl in skinny torn jeans and a black bra dancing around the room and singing to American idiot. Minutes passed and she still hadn't noticed my presence. She was so full of joy and upbeat, dancing without a care in the world. I hated my self for staring too long at her perfect figure. She must have noticed my gaze because she suddenly stopped and turned around.
"What the fuck?" she yelled slapping me on the cheek. "What the hell are you doing in my room you pervert?"
"I'm sorry your mother told me to come up here and introduce myself. " I said rubbing my cheek that still stinged from the slap. She was strong.
"Well you should've knocked!" She snapped again.
"I actually knocked a couple of times but you had the music soo loud you didn't here me. I'm truly sorry. It wasn't my intention to invade your privacy or anything" As soon as I said this she started laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked confused
"It's ok. Don't worry. I was just fucking with you. You should've seen your face. You almost pissed yourself of the embarresment."
I just stood there consfused by what she was saying but admiring her beauty. She was a bit smaller than me, thin but fit, brunette with these amazing sky blue eyes.
"Like what you see?"
"Huh, what?" I tried to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. "Well….mmm…. you're very pretty" Did I just say that? I mentally cursed myself.
"You're hot too, except for that Bieber cut. Too bad for you I'm a total lezbo." I froze processing what she had just said to me. When she saw my reaction she burst into laughter, grabbing a Ramones t-shirt and putting it on. She sat on the bed and gestured me to come and sit as well.
When I finally got out of my trance we started talking. Ashley was born in Oxford, London. Therefore she had a British accent. She had just come back from London too. Her father landed this huge job that they had to take. She wanted to become an agent or manager who seeked out artists or public relations for companies (I pictured her more like an agent because of her tendencey to curse). She has this unhealthy obession with clothes and shopping. Her favourite type of music is rock and punk. She's not really into chick flicks but she admits that she cried while watching The Notebook. She really likes Chinese food and wants to get a job so she doesn't have to "borrow" money from her parents whenever she goes shopping.
It's almost time to go so I get up but she starts talking to me some more.
"You're fucking lucky to have as a neighbour you know, and not one of those conservative twats." I started laughing and nodded. "By the way, what school are you going to? "
I shrugged "I think it's called McKinley High. What about you?" I really hoped you would say McKinley too. It would be so easier to start at a new school at least knowing somebody. So when she said she was coming to McKinley too I almost jumped from the excitement, but somehow managed to pull off a "That's great. I'm really glad that at least I'll know somebody".
"That makes two of us." As I was about to exit the door she called me and I stopped. "Hey froggy lips!"
"Yeah?" I didn't like the nickname but I just went with it.
"I need to go to the mall soon. You know to buy clothes so I can look amazingly hot at our new school. Mind to join?"
"Sure. I need to buy clothes too. All I wore over in England is the school uniform and that's practicly it, so I need a whole new wardrobe. I still have to unpack and stuff but give me your number and I'll call you."
I gave her my phone and she typed her number. I said goodbye and suddenly she jumped off the bed and kissed me roughly. I of course kissed her back equalling the roughness. After a while she stopped and took a few steps back.
"What was that?" I asked kind of confused and feeling a little numb.
"Nothing I just wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone with froggy lips. You're not a bad kisser, Sammy." And with that she hugged me and said goodbye.
I walked out feeling that Ashley was going to play an important role in my life.