Chapter 16. One Really Weird Brother.
I was sleeping for most of the ride to San Francisco. Well, Trying to sleep. I had my computer on in my bunk and Nick kept Iming me.
MrSnuffleupagus: FISHY!
MrSnuffleupagus: Hello?
FishAreFriendsNotFood: What. I'm trying to sleep.
MrSnuffleupagus: Why?
FishAreFriendsNotFood: because I'm tired. And I don't want to be exhausted after the show tonight.
MrSnuffleupagus: Oh. Right. Will you come over?
FishAreFriendsNotFood: NO! We're on the highway! Moving!
MrSnuffleupagus: Oh… yeah. Next pit stop?
FishAreFriendsNotFood: fine.
I got up and walked out to the center part of the bus.
"Nick's stalking me again." I slumped onto he couch next to Mikayla.
"So. That's what boyfriends do when they like you as much as Nick likes you." I lokoed at her weird.
"Nick's not my boyfriend!"
"Really?"
"Why the hell does everyone think that!"
Concert time!
First was Mikayla. Then Hannah then Jonas then me. Mikayla sung like… ten songs. Hannah did like… 8.
The bros did about 10 songs.
Kids Of The Future.
Underdog. (Kevin dedicated that one to me)
You Just Don't Know It (Joe Protested that one was about me)
Take A Breath (Also me)
Perfectly Imperfect (The one about me)
Izzy (Wow. These are all about..)
Games (Haha. About Miley)
SOS (Also Miley)
Hold On (Me)
That's Just The Way We Roll.
Then it was my turn. I did 11 songs.
That's What You Get
Don't Run Away
Emergency
Pressure
Play With Fire
When It was time for 'Like Whoa' I did my intro.
"Ok, so this song is like… whoa. Well, that's the name, and that's what its like."
I started the song.
Life
is good I can't complain
I mean I could but no one's
listening
Your image overwhelms my brain
And it feels good,
good, good
Now I'm rolling my window down
I love the wind
but I hate the sound
You're like a tattoo that I can't remove
And
it feels good, it feels good, it feels good
Like a roller
coaster ride
Holding on my knuckles white
whoa, whoa
Can't
believe I'm like
whoa, whoa
Every time I'm like
Up and down
and side to side
Every inch of me is like
whoa, whoa
Got me
feeling like
whoa, whoa
Everytime I'm like
In the
morning it begins again
Feels like I'm falling better strap me
in
I think I'm running out of oxygen
And it feels good, it
feels good, it feels good
Like a roller coaster ride
Holding
on my knuckles white
whoa, whoa
Can't believe I'm like
whoa,
whoa
Everytime I'm like
Up and down and side to side
Every
inch of me is like
whoa, whoa
Got me feeling like
whoa,
whoa
Everytime I'm like
My inhibitions are beginning to let
go
This situation
I can't help but lose control
No inner
friction that I cannot seem to break
It feels good, it feels
good
I'm moving on, I'm movin' on
Like a roller coaster
ride
Better not turn off the light
Like a rocket ship is
like
Every inch of me is like WHOA!
Like a roller coaster
ride
Holding on my knuckles
whoa
Every inch of me is
like
whoa, whoa
Got me feeling like
whoa, whoa
The song ended.
Then I played Home sick at Space Camp.
Then Stranger
Then Punk Rock 101
"She
works at hot topic
His heart microscopic
She thinks that its
love but to him its sex
He listens to emo but fat mike's his
hero
His bank account's zero
What comes next?
Same song different chorus
[Chorus:
It's
stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please
save us from punk rock 101
Your Dickies, My tripp pants
Your
spiked hair, my new Vans
Let's throw up our rock hands for punk
rock 101
She bought him a skateboard, a rail slide, his knee
tore
He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop
She left him
for staring at girls and not caring
And When he cried because he
thought Bon Jovi broke up
Same song second chorus
Don't forget to delay... on the very last word
Seven years later he
works as a waiter
She married a trucker and he's never there
The
story never changes, just the names and faces
Like Tommy and Gina
they're living on a prayer
(Mike: )Did you just say that?
I
said
It's stupid, contagious (same song different chorus)
To
be broke and famous (same song different chorus)
Can someone
please save us from punk rock 101
Your Dickies, my rock hands
Your
spiked hair, my new Vans
Let's shoplift some sweatbands for punk
rock 101
It's
stupid, contagious (same song different chorus)
To be broke and
famous (same song different chorus)
Can someone please save us
from punk rock 101
Your Dickies, my rock hands
Your spiked
hair, my new Vans
Let's shoplift some sweatbands for punk rock
101"
The song once again ended
Then it was Brighter
Then Hallelujah.
After the show, I saw Hannah flirting with Nick. Which really pissed me off. They were off in a corner talking. I heard Hannah ask something. About him going out with her. I walked over.
"So…. Nick… maybe one day we have off, we could hang out."
"Well, that sounds…"
"Terrible. Nick, What are you talking about!" I said. Interrupting
"If Nick isn't going out with anyone, I was wondering if he'd--"
"He's dating me." I said.
"What?" Hannah asked.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Don't worry. Hannah won't tell anybody. Right?"
"Well I---" I pointed to my head discreetly, to signal about her wig, and me knowing. "I won't tell anyone…" She said.
Hannah walked off.
"What the hell!!!!" Nick said as soon as she was out of earshot.
"You can't date her! After what she did to you? What are you thinking!"
"I've only met her once! What are you talking about?"
"Oh no…." I didn't mean to say it like that..
"Oh no what? Fishy, what are you talking about?" He asked.
"Look. You can't date her. Trust me. I can't tell you why, but you can't."
"Izzy, I know we're best friends, but you can't tell me who not to date."
"Nick. Please. Believe me, If I could tell you I would, but I can't do that to her. Its to cruel." I said. I started to walk away.
"Its something about her?"
"Yes. I can't tell you without talking to her. I couldn't do that."
