SOME WORDS BEFORE;

Same shit as the other chapter! Only that here, me and my pal mixed the diaglouges, since they now actually's is talking to each other. But nothing else is different. Enjoy the chapter!

- "You were right Frankie, they stink…" Frank took a sharp look at the singer,

- "Whaet? Y'know who those guys are? They're awesome!"

- "Well they stink anyway…". Gerard was, however, kinda forced to stand there by all the screaming girls (and Frank). At the time, he drank. If they were about to listen to this band for the rest of the night he wanted to get pretty wasted, and wouldn't you know it, he got wasted! Soon enough, he and Frank sang along to the songs, even though Gerard barely have heard them before. Mikey and Ray just stood by the side, listening to the music and looking at the two guys rolling around among the fans.

- "H-hey, what is the band called?" Gee said in the middle of one of the last songs,

- "Green Leaf, or Night, I think.. Or sumthung like that…"

- "I love you man!".

The two guys laughed and as the band stopped playing, Gerard dragged Frank to the front of the stage.

- "W-whaddaya doing…?". Gerard just laughed,

- "You love this band you fuck, I want you to talk to'em".

There were some guys standing at the side, while the band still was on the stage. A lot of interested girls were coming up to the stage, screaming "Green Day!" everywhere. Gerard started to laugh his ass off,

- "DAY! You mofo…" Frank tried to focus on Gerard who suddenly sat on the floor,

- "Whut?"

- "You s-said WRONG!" Gerard said as he laughed like a maniac, "you're so stupid!".

Frank made a facepalm as he leaned to the stage. Those last shots didn't feel so funny anymore

- "I t-hhink we should go Gee…". The singer still sat at the floor by the stage. Maybe, they were acting a little bit loud, Frank noticed, and then he also noticed that the other band members of their pathetic band where out smoking, or something… They were gone anyway, and he was in charge of Gerard now… Damn it!

Frank took his hand through his hair as he suddenly caught the eye of one of the band members in Green Day... Wow, cool… But then Gerard kicked his legs which made him fall, and soon they both was on the floor, Gerard was still laughing and Frank was feeling ill. Just another Saturday night…

Ba-dung!

- "Ugh, help that guy up please". Billie turned his head towards the sound checker who just spoke to him.

- "Who?"

- "It's not that hard to miss, just look in front of the stage, a little bit to the left". Yes, indeed, there was a guy lying on the floor… A pretty entertaining sight, actually. Ba-dung. … And there went another one. Tré giggled loudly as he stepped of the stage to get a closer look.

Most of the fan girls had left the place, since they made too much noise and most of them were awfully drunk. The bar owner didn't want screaming little teenage girls running wild in his pub. Some guys were kicked out as well, those who were really drunk at least. Not that these two guys looked sober to Tré, but he didn't mind. Billie gave them a teasing smile.

- "You want some help?", he asked, leaning on the microphone stand

- "Naah, leave it to them. It would be kinda fun to see if they can make it themselves". Tré grinned widely as he crouched down beside the two drunken strangers.

- "Do you have any plans for tonight?", he asked. Billie couched loudly. Oh, what was it now? He didn't like the idea of partying with them? Tré went up on the stage again, facing his blonde curly friend.

- "Maybe we should check on Mike first, he didn't seem to feel so good last time I spoke to him", Billie stated as he nodded towards the back of the stage.

- "Okidoki, you go talk to Mikey-boy, and I try to revive these guys", Tré said while smiling.

Said and done, Billie went backstage and Tré went back to the drunken bunnies. He knew exactly were Mike had gone - back to the loge. It was an empty quiet room after all, and if he really did feel sick then that were the best place to hide. Billie carefully opened the door and stuck in his head in the crack.

- "How you feelin' Michael?"… No answer. Great, just fucking great. Don't tell him that that fucker had passed out on the floor or something. Two was enough; they didn't need a third one. But nope, he hadn't. In fact, he felt awesome, better than in a long time. Sitting on the couch with a beer in hand.

- "Hiya BeeJ, want some?", he asked, smiling happily watching his friend behind the door. Billie pouted his mouth in a smaller irritation.

- "Don't fucking scare me like that dickhead", he mumbled as he walked up to the bassist. "Tré wanna carouse around a bit with some ass wasted dudes, you're up on it?". Mike nodded and put down the beer can on the table, it was empty anyways, no need to bring it with him. The two walked back to the stage again, looking for Tré. And he were sitting at the same place as before, still staring at the guys like they were some kind of museum objects or a extremely interesting movie. Only thing that missed was the popcorns.

- "You wanna join us or not? We don't have all night to get wasted on y'know?"

It was weird saying stuff like "I'm used to my friend kicking me", but… Yea, it was just strange, but still true. It often happened that either Frank or Mikey was kicked on by Gerard who simply needed something to kick on at his drunk stage. But now, they weren't home, and now, they had company. Frank sat up on his knees when he suddenly realized that they really were watched

- "Hey, I know you.." he said, pointing to the guy by the stage with a shaky hand. "You play drums don't ya?". Gerard stopped giggling,

- "We don't HAVE A DRUMMER you sick fuck…". Gerard tried to stand, and somehow they both got up in their feet, even though Gerard soon slept again half on and half beside the stage… Frank smiled,

- "I'm sorry for, ehm… This thing we brought with us, he usually isn't… Or, he's usually worse so you should actually be considered quite lucky…"

- "Oh, so he can be even more spaced out?". Tré put a big smile on his face. Nothing unusual though, he almost always wore one of those. "Then you really have to join us, seriously. I'm not gonna take a No for an answer", he said as he helped the more clear minded man up on his legs.

Mike giggled quietly as he looked down on the other one. He'd passed out completely, obviously. Billie, on the other hand, didn't seem all too sure about if he wanted to spend the night with these guys. Maybe he was the wrong person to say that they were so drunk they couldn't take care of themselves, but it was kind of true. Besides, he could barely take care of himself being drunk, and now he had to check on these two also? Mike and Tré seemed to be excited though, so it was okay, but just for this time.

- "Help him up Mike", he said while nodding at the vampire. Yes, he kind of looked like one, so that was his nickname for now. The other one looked like… the hell; he didn't even know what he looked like. Perhaps these guys looked better during their sober hours, but they looked absolutely horrible at the moment. But he probably didn't look much better himself. No, no he didn't, he never did. The girls that were after him had such bad taste, and he didn't really understand what they saw in him. He with his crocked teeth, tired eyes, curly fucking hair and a big girl ass. Not attractive at all, not to him at least.

- "The hotel next then, I suppose?", Tré asked his friends as he let one of the guys lean on his shoulder. Mike had the other one, the vampire, "or you wanna hang out somewhere else? Got any ideas?"

Frank soon got on his feet, with a little help from the drummer. He could walk, and stand, even though it was wobbly sometimes, but Frank was one of those who sobered up quickly when he needed too.

- "Wait, so we can come with you if we want to?". He smiled at first, but then he saw Gerard, who already was tired and drunk. He went forward and whispered to the singer hanging on the back of one of the band members, "hey Gee, they want to party with us",

- "Mhm.."

- "And then we have to go outside"

- "Mhm…"

- "And then Mikey will be angry at you". Gerard locked at Frank

- "Then take him!" … What?

Frank sighted,

- "I hate when you gets too drunk too fast"

- "I'm not drunk I'm j'st powernapping…" Gerard said as he slowly stood up from the strangers shoulder, "It's hard as fuck to walk when you're laughing your ass off y'know.." Frank smiled to the singer as he nodded to the band members,

- "See Gee? They're the band we danced too, you wanna party with them and show them how much alcohol you can take?".

The band they danced to? For some reason, Billie just couldn't let go of that sentence, it sounded… hilarious to him. Since when did you start dancing to that kind of music? Maybe he meant dancing like, jumping on the same spot to the music. But in his head it looked more like a tango, which really WOULD had been hilarious to watch if these drunk fucks did it.

Gerard took a minute before he realized everything. Then he laughed, because he really didn't understand anything. He looked at the band,

- "Sure you want me with you?" he said only half seriously. Frank smiled as he started to go outside,

- "Gee wanna get wasted.." he said quietly.

- "I'm al'rdy wasted you fucker, I wanna get drunk as fuck tonight… So I don't remember kicking your ass wich I probably will do… And we'll probably go party somewhere else anyway so, I mean, the fuck, y'know…"

- "No prob' buddy, we're probably gonna end up just as drunk as you", Mike said while smiling at the wobbly man. Tré nodded.

- "Yeah, even more perhaps". Billie jumped of the stage and walked up to the half-sober one.

- "Wanna smoke?", he asked, pretty quietly. That wasn't something others around them needed to know; therefore he almost whispered the words. "I'm sure you guys done it before, by the looks of you". Nothing insulting really, just pure fact. They DID look like they'd done it, and Billie wasn't going to keep his mouth shout. He never did, he said what ever the hell he wanted to, simply because he knew he always got away with it. Sometimes with a tooth less or something, but whatever. Though it would be kind of sucky if it ended up like that now since he just put in a replacement for the last one he lost.

"I'm quite sure we have enough joints for all of us", he said as he turned around, returning to the stage and sat down. Frank couldn't help but smile,

- "Sweet!"

While he and Gerard were going out in the night with the band, Frank had gotten a text from Mikey. He and Ray had gotten back to the hotel, since they didn't find anything to do. Silly, just think if they had been with them now… Gerard wanted to call his brother many times during the night, but he became quiet when Frank said that Mikey wouldn't like the joints. Not that the two brothers where enemies that way, Mikey smoked too sometimes, just not at much, and he cared for his big brother. So they let him sleep, while they made the town unsafe by drinking and hanging out with the new guys. Gerard, who didn't like the other band from the start, was getting more and more to like them and their music… But it was probably the drinks, and the smoking, and that he was tired…

Time flew by quicker than ever, and soon it was very early the next morning. They suddenly ended up in a fairy quiet club. They all laughed, drunk and/or tired. Gerard was sleeping in Franks lap, and Frank sat in a pretty uncomfortable sofa. They've all talked a bit about, well, everything, but they haven't talked so much about the music. Frank patted Gerard over the hair while the singer was half asleep, half awake and giggling about pretty much everything.

- "So.." Frank said to the others after a while, "why did you all decided to start a band together? You're awesome by the way, I really like your music". A satisfied smile spread over Billie's face as he heard those words. He knew they were good, all too well. Nobody would by crappy music from a shit band, so it pretty much explained itself. He sank down in the sofa as he inhaled the smoke from the joint between his fingers.

- "Y'know, we just… I don't know. I guess we just decided to become one?", he answered Frank. They HAD introduced themselves during the night, so there was no point with calling them "the half-sober and the vampire" any longer. Besides, Frank wasn't sober at all at the moment, and neither was Billie or the other ones. Stoned as fuck, and just as tired. "Mike and I've known each other since fifth grade, so we've been playing for years. Then we kinda met up with some asshole who played drums, made an album, he left and we asked Frankie-boy here", he said as he looked at the drummer. Tré smiled.

- "Yeah, that kinda sums it up". A pondering face then appeared on him. "You guys have a band? I heard he said something 'bout a drummer… or not having one, to be precise", he said as he nodded towards the half sleeping Gerard.

- "Uh, yea" Frank said since Gerard more of less was sleeping and not capable to talk, "this guy here felt he wanted to do something with his life so he called us, and we started a band, y'know. But we haven't got so far, we have barely any songs and yea, we've no drummer yet".

He put out his final joint, since he didn't want to smoke (or drink) anymore tonight.

- "We came here because we called a guy who was suppose to help us get a record deal so we could make a CD with the few songs we have, but the guy never called back and, well, here we are…". He was kinda sleepy now, and hungry. "We're going home tomorrow… Or, later today, because we, or he" he said with a nod towards the sleeping singer, "don't think there's any change of us getting a CD done anyway. We wanna stay but, we follow him, so…" he said while rubbing his eyes. Sleepy, sleepy sleepy…

- "Stupid", Billie said as he took another puff of the joint. "You shouldn't let him control you like that. One man doesn't make a band y'know…". Mike and Tré glanced at the curly friend. Maybe Billie wasn't the best person to say such a thing since he was pretty controlling himself. But there was no point in having a finger in the pie when it came to Billie. If they complained, then he got pissed. And that was probably what these guys had to go through as well. What was it with lead vocalists that made them such control freaks?

- "Anyway, you should like, walk right into their record label and tell them what fucking jerks they are", Billie continued as he waved his arms around in gesture. "Show them that you have the nuts, don't go out of there until you have a deal… or get kicked out". The red haired drummer nodded in assent. He actually had a good point.

- "You're never gonna get anywhere if you let yourselves be defeated by such a tiny thing as a phone call. Talk to them, eye to eye, then let's see if they're interested".

Billie put out the little ember that glowed in his joint before yawning loudly. Mike had already fallen asleep while Billie had his little 'talk', and it kind of inspired him to do so as well. He gave a quick glimpse at his childhood friend in the other couch. He was sleeping so heavy you could actually get the thought that someone had hit him in the head with a baseball bat or something.

- "I'm going to bed", he stated as he started walking away from the room they sat in. Tré smiled tiredly.

- "Yeah, I think I should take a lil' nap too". The drummer then laid his eyes on his new made friends. "If you wanna stay, go ahead. Just don't puke all over the carpet, 'cuz we'll have to pay that then". Frankie smiled,

- "No problem". He had barely said that until he also was asleep. He dreamed that they went to the record studio, kicked the guys asses and then made a CD all by themselves. It was a happy, weird dream, where Gerard had blonde hair…