Dirty Little Secret
Lets Get It Started
A few hours had pssed and I was beginning to feel restless, shaking my legs non-stop. With one earbud in my ear I heard the familiar sound of bags and zippers, then a split second later I heard the rustling of a plastic bag. I looked over to see Jimmy with his stash of weed.
'Lets get it started in heeeeeerrrrreeeee'
"Aww shit, Yo short-stack turn this up. Fits the mood." Jim said as he began breaking up the buds.
'And the bass keeps runnin' runnin' and runnin' and runnin'...' I paused the song on my iPod and pulled the earbud out. This song has been a guilty pleasure song since it came out.
"Let's get it started (ha) let's get it started in here." Jimmy sang out of tune and totally at the wrong part as he began to roll the weed into joint papers. I couldn't help but chuckle before I started to mouth the words quietly to myself. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, putting a smile on my face.
I must've been lost in thought for a while because next thing I knew Brian was nudging my arm as Jimmy said
"Zee man, your hit." I smiled as I took the joint between my pointer finger and tumb before putting it to my snakebitten lips, taking a nice smooth hit before I passed it off to Val and sat back, holding in the smoke. As I exhaled, I coughed a bit and smiled
"Nice job, Jim. You're getting better." I said, earning a laugh from everyone.
"Well sor-ry Mr. I can roll the prettiest, fattest, most perfect joint..." everyone giggled.
"Whatever Jim. Don't hate the playa, hate the game." I smirked as the joint came my way after a few more minutes. I took another hit and held it longer. I looked in front of me to Johnny and licked my lips, sitting up with the joint between my fingers. I put the joint under his nose. "Smell good?"
"Get it away. I'm driving." He said sternly. I was pretty high by this point.
"Dontchya wish you could take a hit?" I giggled, waving the joint under his nose.
"Zack, seriously stop." He warned.
"Aww someone's panties are twisting." Everyone was nearly pissing themselves by this point.
"Knock it off!" Johnny said. I sat back and passed the joint to Val, a pleased smirk on my face. Soon enough we were all belting out the words to the songs, singing out of tune and off beat, but we didn't care.
"Anyone gotta take a leak?" Johnny asked.
"No, but I'm hungry!" I said.
"Yeah... food sounds good." Brian chuckled.
"Alright. Well there's a Burger King in the next rest stop. About 2 miles." Johnny said.
'Woo hoo hooo. Woo hoo hooo.' My ears perked up and I lunged for the radio to turn it up.
"Fuck yeah, this song is the shit." Matt laughed. This is what happens when Avenged Sevenfold's tape player breaks in the van. We are doomed to today's hits. A collection of upbeat pop hits that should never be classified as anything other than pop. Though there are a few great bands and songs like Bowing For Soup, Blink 182, Hoobastank, Modest Mouse, and other bands like that, but mostly it's auto-tuned shit songs that get stuck in your head for days.
"Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all..." we all sang.
"One Prozac a day, husband's a CPA. Her dreams went out the door when she turned twenty four. Only been with one man, wha happened to her plan?" Jimmy sang in a mocking tone as he did some hand motions, as if to be interpretive dancing.
Everyone, excluding Johnny, was in tears over this little skit that Jimmy was putting on. "We're here." Johnny said, throwing the van in park before cutting the engine.
"The hobbit seems pissed" Val mused as she threw the side door open, climbing out.
"Ha Ha. Real fuckin' funny."
"J-man, cheer up" Jimmy said as he got out, throwing his arm around Johnny's shoulders. Johnny shrugged him off and walked towards the big building.
"Man, someone needs to get laid..." Brian joked softly, earning a giggle from us as we walked into the building. Half went to get food while the other half went to the rest rooms.
"Everything smells so good...." I said softly, my stomach growling.
"Yeah. How about we just buy a bunch of value menu shit?" Jimmy asked.
"Good idea, dude!" I pulled out my wallet and went to pull out my card when I saw cash in my wallet. I pulled it out, only to see a neatly folded note around it.
'I snuck this into your wallet while you were packing. Have fun, be safe, I love you. Can't wait until you come home. XoXo Gena' I smiled as I thumbed through the cash, counting twenty, fourty, sixty, eighty, one hundred. A grin spread across my face.
"What's that?!" Jimmy snatched the note from my hand and read it. "D'awww. How fucking cute." I blushed as we stepped closer to the counter.
"Lunch is on Gena and I." I said with a smile.
"Did anyone bring a cooler?" Jimmy asked. "We should buy extra for tonight, too."
"You'll shit your brains out." I said and shook my head. "Jim, see if you can find us some beer."
"Aye, Aye Cap'n" he saluted before turning on his heels and setting off for the bitter substance that we all enjoyed.
We stepped to the counter and cleared everything they had in the wamers as well as half of the large sodas. We went to the cashier, paid, and bagged up the food before we went back to the van, lighting up a cigarette before everyone else came out.
Jimmy came back with a case of Miller Lite, throwing it into the back befoe we all piled in. "Alright so I got everything the had. Whoppers... Whopper Jrs, chicken sandwiches, chicken nuggets, a shit tone of fries....." everyone began to tell me what they wanted and I passed everyone what they asked for.
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After we were completely stuffed, Jimmy cracked open the case of beer, handing everyone a beer.
"First night on tour, we gotta make it right."
"We're not even there yet... we're only in Colorado..." Johnny said.
"JC... what's up man? You've been on edge this whole time." I asked, leaning up to the back of the driver's seat.
"I'm always the one who has to drive..."
"You want me to drive?" I asked earning a huffy laugh.
"Yeah right. You'll kill us!" He shot back.
"Nah, I'm sober now... I'll take over. Pull over up here. You can have this beer." I said. He did exactly what I said and I hopped into the front seat, handing Johnny the beer I'd only taken two sips out of. I pulled away from the side of the road and hit the gas, doing more than sixty. We had to get there at a decent time, and at Johnny's snail-like pace it was going to take a week.
'Lets get it started in heeeeeerrrrreeeee'
"Aww shit, Yo short-stack turn this up. Fits the mood." Jim said as he began breaking up the buds.
'And the bass keeps runnin' runnin' and runnin' and runnin'...' I paused the song on my iPod and pulled the earbud out. This song has been a guilty pleasure song since it came out.
"Let's get it started (ha) let's get it started in here." Jimmy sang out of tune and totally at the wrong part as he began to roll the weed into joint papers. I couldn't help but chuckle before I started to mouth the words quietly to myself. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, putting a smile on my face.
I must've been lost in thought for a while because next thing I knew Brian was nudging my arm as Jimmy said
"Zee man, your hit." I smiled as I took the joint between my pointer finger and tumb before putting it to my snakebitten lips, taking a nice smooth hit before I passed it off to Val and sat back, holding in the smoke. As I exhaled, I coughed a bit and smiled
"Nice job, Jim. You're getting better." I said, earning a laugh from everyone.
"Well sor-ry Mr. I can roll the prettiest, fattest, most perfect joint..." everyone giggled.
"Whatever Jim. Don't hate the playa, hate the game." I smirked as the joint came my way after a few more minutes. I took another hit and held it longer. I looked in front of me to Johnny and licked my lips, sitting up with the joint between my fingers. I put the joint under his nose. "Smell good?"
"Get it away. I'm driving." He said sternly. I was pretty high by this point.
"Dontchya wish you could take a hit?" I giggled, waving the joint under his nose.
"Zack, seriously stop." He warned.
"Aww someone's panties are twisting." Everyone was nearly pissing themselves by this point.
"Knock it off!" Johnny said. I sat back and passed the joint to Val, a pleased smirk on my face. Soon enough we were all belting out the words to the songs, singing out of tune and off beat, but we didn't care.
"Anyone gotta take a leak?" Johnny asked.
"No, but I'm hungry!" I said.
"Yeah... food sounds good." Brian chuckled.
"Alright. Well there's a Burger King in the next rest stop. About 2 miles." Johnny said.
'Woo hoo hooo. Woo hoo hooo.' My ears perked up and I lunged for the radio to turn it up.
"Fuck yeah, this song is the shit." Matt laughed. This is what happens when Avenged Sevenfold's tape player breaks in the van. We are doomed to today's hits. A collection of upbeat pop hits that should never be classified as anything other than pop. Though there are a few great bands and songs like Bowing For Soup, Blink 182, Hoobastank, Modest Mouse, and other bands like that, but mostly it's auto-tuned shit songs that get stuck in your head for days.
"Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all..." we all sang.
"One Prozac a day, husband's a CPA. Her dreams went out the door when she turned twenty four. Only been with one man, wha happened to her plan?" Jimmy sang in a mocking tone as he did some hand motions, as if to be interpretive dancing.
Everyone, excluding Johnny, was in tears over this little skit that Jimmy was putting on. "We're here." Johnny said, throwing the van in park before cutting the engine.
"The hobbit seems pissed" Val mused as she threw the side door open, climbing out.
"Ha Ha. Real fuckin' funny."
"J-man, cheer up" Jimmy said as he got out, throwing his arm around Johnny's shoulders. Johnny shrugged him off and walked towards the big building.
"Man, someone needs to get laid..." Brian joked softly, earning a giggle from us as we walked into the building. Half went to get food while the other half went to the rest rooms.
"Everything smells so good...." I said softly, my stomach growling.
"Yeah. How about we just buy a bunch of value menu shit?" Jimmy asked.
"Good idea, dude!" I pulled out my wallet and went to pull out my card when I saw cash in my wallet. I pulled it out, only to see a neatly folded note around it.
'I snuck this into your wallet while you were packing. Have fun, be safe, I love you. Can't wait until you come home. XoXo Gena' I smiled as I thumbed through the cash, counting twenty, fourty, sixty, eighty, one hundred. A grin spread across my face.
"What's that?!" Jimmy snatched the note from my hand and read it. "D'awww. How fucking cute." I blushed as we stepped closer to the counter.
"Lunch is on Gena and I." I said with a smile.
"Did anyone bring a cooler?" Jimmy asked. "We should buy extra for tonight, too."
"You'll shit your brains out." I said and shook my head. "Jim, see if you can find us some beer."
"Aye, Aye Cap'n" he saluted before turning on his heels and setting off for the bitter substance that we all enjoyed.
We stepped to the counter and cleared everything they had in the wamers as well as half of the large sodas. We went to the cashier, paid, and bagged up the food before we went back to the van, lighting up a cigarette before everyone else came out.
Jimmy came back with a case of Miller Lite, throwing it into the back befoe we all piled in. "Alright so I got everything the had. Whoppers... Whopper Jrs, chicken sandwiches, chicken nuggets, a shit tone of fries....." everyone began to tell me what they wanted and I passed everyone what they asked for.
~~~~
After we were completely stuffed, Jimmy cracked open the case of beer, handing everyone a beer.
"First night on tour, we gotta make it right."
"We're not even there yet... we're only in Colorado..." Johnny said.
"JC... what's up man? You've been on edge this whole time." I asked, leaning up to the back of the driver's seat.
"I'm always the one who has to drive..."
"You want me to drive?" I asked earning a huffy laugh.
"Yeah right. You'll kill us!" He shot back.
"Nah, I'm sober now... I'll take over. Pull over up here. You can have this beer." I said. He did exactly what I said and I hopped into the front seat, handing Johnny the beer I'd only taken two sips out of. I pulled away from the side of the road and hit the gas, doing more than sixty. We had to get there at a decent time, and at Johnny's snail-like pace it was going to take a week.
Notes
Okay so, yet another boring chapter...this is just a filler. Next chapter will be Frank's POV... just to change it up.I apologize for any mistakes, my phone doesn't have spell-check and I was busy taking care of my son!
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Title credit goes to the Black Eyed Peas for 'Lets Get It's Started'
And also Giving credit to Bowling For Soup for '1985'
11/5/12