Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Chapter 42 I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I changed my mind
Chapter 42
I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I changed my mind (why there’s no word “WHORE” to use for men?)
Next morning.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was in my room. Dasha was sitting next to a window. I was lying in my jeans, my shirt had been thrown away last night I guessed xD. I got up. It was hard, but I could. I began feeling a hangover.
“what time is it?” I asked Dasha.
“dunno. May be 11 a.m. No matter for me”, she was sad, it was obvious.
“what happened?”
“Uh, Pete…we quarreled, I think”, she sighed.
“Oh…sad. How do you think, if I go to guys now, it won’t look awkward? I mean, may be they sleep now. I think I left some of my stuff at Patrick”, I said.
“it will be alright”, Dasha replied.
I walked into the bathroom and washed my face.
“I met My Chemical Romance yesterday”, I yelled from there.
“me too. I guess Mikey Way liked me. he showed a lil’ obvious interest”, Dasha said.
“Cool. I spent all that time with Frank Iero”, I bragged.
I walked out and made my way to the exit door.
“you didn’t forget anything?’ Dasha yelled to me.
“what do you mean?” I asked coming back.
“I guess clothes are nothing for you”, Dasha smirked. “you wanna tempt Trohman?”
I looked at myself and understood I was only in my bra. I laughed.
“I tried to tempt Trohman yesterday. But a bottle of good alcohol was better for him than me”, I complained and took some shirt.
Dressing on my way to the door, I walked out of the room and made my way to the room of the boys. I got into there with no knock.
“How’s your mood, men? Joe’s alive? Or may be you threw him in an elevator last night? And he’s still driving there with normal lodgers of the hotel!” I said and slammed the door behind me.
“FUCK! ARE YOU CRAZY? Slam doors such a way at your home!” Joe shouted at me.
“Fuck you, Joe”, I replied. “you’re boring and drunken all the time. Where’s my lovely Pat?”
I crushed on the couch and noticed merry (with no apparent reason) and meaning looks and foul smiles of Pete and Andy who were in the room too.
“What are you staring at?” I asked them firmly.
There was no reply but chuckling. I didn’t pay attention to such stupid their actions. After an instant Patrick came to us.
“Ah! Pat! How are you? How you were sleeping tonight? I came to say thanks for the last night”, I said joyfully while we were hugging each other.
I heard a squeezed laugh.
“by the way, don’t you know why they’re staring at us like they’ve never seen us and why they’re giggling?” I asked Pat.
“No, I dunno”, he was smiling from ear to ear.
“no matter”, I said. “well, I guess my money and my mobile are with you?”
“about money…I don’t know. Your mobile is at me. you gave me yesterday. By the way you said you didn’t have money and I paid for everything last night. So, what money do you mean?” he smiled.
I heard someone’s annoying laugh. I turned to the rest of the boys and looked at them with an evil glance.
“Who laughed?” I asked with unpleasant voice. “Trohman, you laughed? You have much fun? I think boys had some last night while they were loading you in the elevator and pushing a button of the first floor. And YOU’re laughing now! Jewish mug. You drank yesterday before me and without me. bastard.”
“Take your stuff – go for a walk!” Joe had a hard hangover and was angry.
“It’s you! You need go for a walk. Like a dog. There’s nothing for breathing in the room”, I snapped.
“It’s because of you”, Pete said.
“Very funny, Mr.Wentz. I don’t wanna speak with you now. Pat, do you remember, I gave Frank my phone number?” I really worried about that part of last night.
“you were begging for it, but he didn’t take it, I’m sure”, Joe muttered from his corner.
“shut up, drunken ass”, I replied with no evil.
“you were trying to give him your phone. But you two chose the mobile number only”, Pat told.
“oh, my goodness. What stupid things I was doing else?” I asked Pat but got a reply from Pete.
“haha, you were doing many things”, he smirked.
“how can you know? I don’t remember you in the last night”, I said to him.
“but I was”, Pete replied smiling.
I think I was a real entertainment for him then.
“Congratulations. By the way, Trohman, what date you celebrated yesterday with such extent? Let me guess. Independence Day? Cosmonautics Day? Your private birthday or birthday of your grandmother? It’s a pity I haven’t met this noble woman”, I said ironically.
Boys were laughing hard. Except Joe, of course. He ignored me. I continued.
“Oh, it was some specific Jewish feast? Yeah, exactly. May be it was Hanukah? Yeah, and I understand now why you didn’t invite us to your holiday. We’re not Jewish!” I said.
“Shut up”, Joe said.
“Nauh, Trohman! You’ll have to listen”, I replied.
He stared at ceiling.
“How could you get drunken so much? For what? The whole hotel staff laughs at you, at how you was crawling at your fours and sweeping a floor by your wild hair. I’ve seen today you swept it clean. Good job. After all, you’re rockstar! People follow you as example! And you? Err. You must think. You’re no longer at your daddy’s farm in Illinois, you’re in respectable place”, I told.
“I’m about to throw up ‘cause of you”, Joe muttered sitting up.
“What? At us? Boys, we need to run away”, I laughed.
We run away nowhere. At the same time Joe got up and shuffled to the toilet. Guys and me kept laughing. Joe was absent about 5-10 minutes. All that time we had to hear awful sounds Joe was making. Then I decided to make Joe hate me definitively and went to the door of the toilet. Joe was there and the door was locked. I began knocking loudly.
“Joe, you’re alive? Can I help? Tell, what to do! Joe, don’t keep silence! Pease! Tell what to bring! Trohman, hold on!” I shouted.
So I was there for some minutes, then I got bored and came back to Pete, Patrick and Andy. They were all in stitches listening to me xD.
“he didn’t reply. something goes wrong”, I said with a serious look.
“By what place he could reply you?” Pete asked me wiping the tears from laughing.
His words caused a real hysterical laughter from my side. I was giggling, then just laughing, then laughing with no sounds. Then I bent and put my hands on my knees still finding a reason for laughter in Pete’s words xD. I was standing such a way and laughing like insane when Joe returned.
“what’s happened to her? She went crazy? Thanks Lord!” Trohman joked.
I laughed one last time and calmed down.
“Ah! Trohman! You’re already okay! Good”, I said. “there’s an example of drinking with no measure!” I announced pointing at him. “soon fans will dash aside from you and won’t come for the autograph. You do smell over miles! You’re dangerous. You can throw up. By the way, you drank away nothing? Except for your conscience, of course”, I asked.
“don’t worry so much, Ira. We look after him”, Pat smiled.
“Did you take away his passport? No? do it. he’ll drink it away and won’t notice. Look at him. He’s not responsible for himself completely!” my speech seemed to be never-ending xD.
“you didn’t get bored?” Joe snapped at me.
“No. I’m in hangover. I can speak for a long time. If I stop, I’ll throw up. Trohman, may be you want a beer? You’ll get yourself better”, I suggested.
“Fuck you”, Joe replied.
“Pat, you’ll bring me my mobile?” I asked him and noticed a bruise on his neck.
A little bit strange spot for a bruise, but still…Pat got up and was about to go for my mobile. But I stopped him.
“wait. What happened to you? What a bruise? Ah! Trohman was brawling? Beating? Mocking? He’s a monster!” I was talking and pointing my finger at Pat’s neck.
Andy and Pete bursted laughing grunting. And Pat didn’t laugh at all. He just looked at me being surprised and sad, then went to another room for mobile.
“why are you laughing constantly? You don’t feel pity for your friend?” I asked Pete and Andy.
“we do, Ira, we really do”, Pete managed to say.
“she doesn’t remember”, Andy smirked laughing.
“you may be were laughing yesterday too? While Trohman was hitting Pat by the elevator. Assholes”, I said with an indignation.
I couldn’t get what they were talking about and that strange bruise, and Pat’s look…complicated.
“are you crazy? I hit nobody! By the way you weren’t sober last night too! I saw Patrick was dragging you along the corridor”, he even showed somewhere at the door.
“Congratulations. So what? I can’t relax? I’m not a rockstar. I’m not example for mass unlike you. Trohman, if you drink this much, you’ll forget how to play guitar. People won’t come to shitty live shows”, I stated.
“we’ll replace him”, Andy joked.
“That’s all, Trohman! The end, the fucking end of your fucking career”, I said and fastly thought why the hell I said that?!! xD
Joe threw at me an awful rag a.k.a his shirt and cried to blue murder yelling “GET OUT!”. When his shirt landed next to me I shouted “UGH!” and jerked up. Pat returned. Trohman began throwing at me all of that he had next to his hands. I was yelling or laughing. Something’s between that. Pat began pulling me to the exit. Pete was holding Joe who wanted to chase me and do something awful xD. I shouted “he’s a screw loose”. Trohman was insulting me with real dirty and awful words I can’t even repeat. I was replying him into Russian, with no reason remembering also the most offensive words xD. And I was shouting “I don’t understand Jewish, I’m sorry!”. Everybody (except Joe) were laughing. Well, we made a big noise in the hotel.
Patrick pulled me outside, thrusted my stuffs into my hands and said something farewell. Still laughing I walked to my room. Then I thought about food and decided boys could give me money for enough good eating. I turned back and came in to them again. In instance I heard Trohman shouted loudly “SHE’S HERE AGAIN! I’ll kill her!”
“Joe, shut up”, I said calmly. “I wanted to ask for some money for me and Dasha. I wanna drink and eat. It’s time for a dinner or whatever. My stomach is a big hole. Gimme money”.
I think my sincere and heartrending speech impressed Pete xD. He gave me money for all of dinners for the whole month xD.
“Oh, thanks, boys. very much”, I smiled and took money. “Joe, get better. Concerts are coming soon. Don’t make shitty job. Don’t make it”, I said and closed the door behind me.
Then I put myself out of the door again and said “thanks for the attention”. I closed the door again and heard boys bursted out laughing. With a content hangover face I went to my room. Finally.
I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I changed my mind (why there’s no word “WHORE” to use for men?)
Next morning.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was in my room. Dasha was sitting next to a window. I was lying in my jeans, my shirt had been thrown away last night I guessed xD. I got up. It was hard, but I could. I began feeling a hangover.
“what time is it?” I asked Dasha.
“dunno. May be 11 a.m. No matter for me”, she was sad, it was obvious.
“what happened?”
“Uh, Pete…we quarreled, I think”, she sighed.
“Oh…sad. How do you think, if I go to guys now, it won’t look awkward? I mean, may be they sleep now. I think I left some of my stuff at Patrick”, I said.
“it will be alright”, Dasha replied.
I walked into the bathroom and washed my face.
“I met My Chemical Romance yesterday”, I yelled from there.
“me too. I guess Mikey Way liked me. he showed a lil’ obvious interest”, Dasha said.
“Cool. I spent all that time with Frank Iero”, I bragged.
I walked out and made my way to the exit door.
“you didn’t forget anything?’ Dasha yelled to me.
“what do you mean?” I asked coming back.
“I guess clothes are nothing for you”, Dasha smirked. “you wanna tempt Trohman?”
I looked at myself and understood I was only in my bra. I laughed.
“I tried to tempt Trohman yesterday. But a bottle of good alcohol was better for him than me”, I complained and took some shirt.
Dressing on my way to the door, I walked out of the room and made my way to the room of the boys. I got into there with no knock.
“How’s your mood, men? Joe’s alive? Or may be you threw him in an elevator last night? And he’s still driving there with normal lodgers of the hotel!” I said and slammed the door behind me.
“FUCK! ARE YOU CRAZY? Slam doors such a way at your home!” Joe shouted at me.
“Fuck you, Joe”, I replied. “you’re boring and drunken all the time. Where’s my lovely Pat?”
I crushed on the couch and noticed merry (with no apparent reason) and meaning looks and foul smiles of Pete and Andy who were in the room too.
“What are you staring at?” I asked them firmly.
There was no reply but chuckling. I didn’t pay attention to such stupid their actions. After an instant Patrick came to us.
“Ah! Pat! How are you? How you were sleeping tonight? I came to say thanks for the last night”, I said joyfully while we were hugging each other.
I heard a squeezed laugh.
“by the way, don’t you know why they’re staring at us like they’ve never seen us and why they’re giggling?” I asked Pat.
“No, I dunno”, he was smiling from ear to ear.
“no matter”, I said. “well, I guess my money and my mobile are with you?”
“about money…I don’t know. Your mobile is at me. you gave me yesterday. By the way you said you didn’t have money and I paid for everything last night. So, what money do you mean?” he smiled.
I heard someone’s annoying laugh. I turned to the rest of the boys and looked at them with an evil glance.
“Who laughed?” I asked with unpleasant voice. “Trohman, you laughed? You have much fun? I think boys had some last night while they were loading you in the elevator and pushing a button of the first floor. And YOU’re laughing now! Jewish mug. You drank yesterday before me and without me. bastard.”
“Take your stuff – go for a walk!” Joe had a hard hangover and was angry.
“It’s you! You need go for a walk. Like a dog. There’s nothing for breathing in the room”, I snapped.
“It’s because of you”, Pete said.
“Very funny, Mr.Wentz. I don’t wanna speak with you now. Pat, do you remember, I gave Frank my phone number?” I really worried about that part of last night.
“you were begging for it, but he didn’t take it, I’m sure”, Joe muttered from his corner.
“shut up, drunken ass”, I replied with no evil.
“you were trying to give him your phone. But you two chose the mobile number only”, Pat told.
“oh, my goodness. What stupid things I was doing else?” I asked Pat but got a reply from Pete.
“haha, you were doing many things”, he smirked.
“how can you know? I don’t remember you in the last night”, I said to him.
“but I was”, Pete replied smiling.
I think I was a real entertainment for him then.
“Congratulations. By the way, Trohman, what date you celebrated yesterday with such extent? Let me guess. Independence Day? Cosmonautics Day? Your private birthday or birthday of your grandmother? It’s a pity I haven’t met this noble woman”, I said ironically.
Boys were laughing hard. Except Joe, of course. He ignored me. I continued.
“Oh, it was some specific Jewish feast? Yeah, exactly. May be it was Hanukah? Yeah, and I understand now why you didn’t invite us to your holiday. We’re not Jewish!” I said.
“Shut up”, Joe said.
“Nauh, Trohman! You’ll have to listen”, I replied.
He stared at ceiling.
“How could you get drunken so much? For what? The whole hotel staff laughs at you, at how you was crawling at your fours and sweeping a floor by your wild hair. I’ve seen today you swept it clean. Good job. After all, you’re rockstar! People follow you as example! And you? Err. You must think. You’re no longer at your daddy’s farm in Illinois, you’re in respectable place”, I told.
“I’m about to throw up ‘cause of you”, Joe muttered sitting up.
“What? At us? Boys, we need to run away”, I laughed.
We run away nowhere. At the same time Joe got up and shuffled to the toilet. Guys and me kept laughing. Joe was absent about 5-10 minutes. All that time we had to hear awful sounds Joe was making. Then I decided to make Joe hate me definitively and went to the door of the toilet. Joe was there and the door was locked. I began knocking loudly.
“Joe, you’re alive? Can I help? Tell, what to do! Joe, don’t keep silence! Pease! Tell what to bring! Trohman, hold on!” I shouted.
So I was there for some minutes, then I got bored and came back to Pete, Patrick and Andy. They were all in stitches listening to me xD.
“he didn’t reply. something goes wrong”, I said with a serious look.
“By what place he could reply you?” Pete asked me wiping the tears from laughing.
His words caused a real hysterical laughter from my side. I was giggling, then just laughing, then laughing with no sounds. Then I bent and put my hands on my knees still finding a reason for laughter in Pete’s words xD. I was standing such a way and laughing like insane when Joe returned.
“what’s happened to her? She went crazy? Thanks Lord!” Trohman joked.
I laughed one last time and calmed down.
“Ah! Trohman! You’re already okay! Good”, I said. “there’s an example of drinking with no measure!” I announced pointing at him. “soon fans will dash aside from you and won’t come for the autograph. You do smell over miles! You’re dangerous. You can throw up. By the way, you drank away nothing? Except for your conscience, of course”, I asked.
“don’t worry so much, Ira. We look after him”, Pat smiled.
“Did you take away his passport? No? do it. he’ll drink it away and won’t notice. Look at him. He’s not responsible for himself completely!” my speech seemed to be never-ending xD.
“you didn’t get bored?” Joe snapped at me.
“No. I’m in hangover. I can speak for a long time. If I stop, I’ll throw up. Trohman, may be you want a beer? You’ll get yourself better”, I suggested.
“Fuck you”, Joe replied.
“Pat, you’ll bring me my mobile?” I asked him and noticed a bruise on his neck.
A little bit strange spot for a bruise, but still…Pat got up and was about to go for my mobile. But I stopped him.
“wait. What happened to you? What a bruise? Ah! Trohman was brawling? Beating? Mocking? He’s a monster!” I was talking and pointing my finger at Pat’s neck.
Andy and Pete bursted laughing grunting. And Pat didn’t laugh at all. He just looked at me being surprised and sad, then went to another room for mobile.
“why are you laughing constantly? You don’t feel pity for your friend?” I asked Pete and Andy.
“we do, Ira, we really do”, Pete managed to say.
“she doesn’t remember”, Andy smirked laughing.
“you may be were laughing yesterday too? While Trohman was hitting Pat by the elevator. Assholes”, I said with an indignation.
I couldn’t get what they were talking about and that strange bruise, and Pat’s look…complicated.
“are you crazy? I hit nobody! By the way you weren’t sober last night too! I saw Patrick was dragging you along the corridor”, he even showed somewhere at the door.
“Congratulations. So what? I can’t relax? I’m not a rockstar. I’m not example for mass unlike you. Trohman, if you drink this much, you’ll forget how to play guitar. People won’t come to shitty live shows”, I stated.
“we’ll replace him”, Andy joked.
“That’s all, Trohman! The end, the fucking end of your fucking career”, I said and fastly thought why the hell I said that?!! xD
Joe threw at me an awful rag a.k.a his shirt and cried to blue murder yelling “GET OUT!”. When his shirt landed next to me I shouted “UGH!” and jerked up. Pat returned. Trohman began throwing at me all of that he had next to his hands. I was yelling or laughing. Something’s between that. Pat began pulling me to the exit. Pete was holding Joe who wanted to chase me and do something awful xD. I shouted “he’s a screw loose”. Trohman was insulting me with real dirty and awful words I can’t even repeat. I was replying him into Russian, with no reason remembering also the most offensive words xD. And I was shouting “I don’t understand Jewish, I’m sorry!”. Everybody (except Joe) were laughing. Well, we made a big noise in the hotel.
Patrick pulled me outside, thrusted my stuffs into my hands and said something farewell. Still laughing I walked to my room. Then I thought about food and decided boys could give me money for enough good eating. I turned back and came in to them again. In instance I heard Trohman shouted loudly “SHE’S HERE AGAIN! I’ll kill her!”
“Joe, shut up”, I said calmly. “I wanted to ask for some money for me and Dasha. I wanna drink and eat. It’s time for a dinner or whatever. My stomach is a big hole. Gimme money”.
I think my sincere and heartrending speech impressed Pete xD. He gave me money for all of dinners for the whole month xD.
“Oh, thanks, boys. very much”, I smiled and took money. “Joe, get better. Concerts are coming soon. Don’t make shitty job. Don’t make it”, I said and closed the door behind me.
Then I put myself out of the door again and said “thanks for the attention”. I closed the door again and heard boys bursted out laughing. With a content hangover face I went to my room. Finally.