Tre's ears began ringing when a high pitched squeal came from behind her. She turned around to find a pint sized twelve year old screaming at the top of her lungs while clutching a home made I LUV TAYLOR poster.
"Bonnie, I swear to God, if they don't stop screaming in my ear like that, I'm gonna kill em all!" she shouted
"Well Tre, what would you expect? We're at a Hanson concert!" Bonnie shouted back
"Yeah, your right. Hey, Isaac's hair is down!
Bonnie laughed when she saw the super grin on Tre's face, "Yeah, I noticed. And Tay look good!!" The two girls looked at each other and cracked up.
"Man this is not fair! I have this tall girl in front of me and I can't see."
"Punch her."
"Tre! C'mon be serious!"
"Ahh! I suppose since there are only two or three songs left, you can get on my shoulders." The two ex-cheerleaders got into the well practiced shoulder sit.
All was going well, until the boys decided to play "Where's the Love". People started jumping around to the beat, knocking into each other. Then it became a little reckless. People started pushing and shoving.
"Hey Bonnie?"
"Yeah?"
"What's going on? I'm getting bruised down here!"
"I don't know but I think I'll get do..."
She never finished her sentence. Some one had pushed someone, who pushed someone, and basically caused a domino effect. As the girls tumbled, Bonnie flew off Tre's shoulders and into the chain link fence that separated the "pit" from the general seating area. As he lay there bloody and broken, Tre had fallen to the floor and hit her head. She was knocked out for a minute or two. When she did get up, she could be heard, faintly screaming,
"If you little teenyboppers don't get off of my head I am going to kill you!!!!
Tre quickly made her way over to Bonnie.
"Hey? HEY! Helloooooo!!! Earth to Bonnie!"
"What?"
"Are you OK?"
"No."
The fact that Tre had been screaming, and the fact that there were a lot of squeamish twelve year olds by them, who screamed at the sight of blood, Hanson found out that something was wrong.
"Is everyone OK?" asked Taylor
"What's wrong down there?" asked Isaac
"No. We are dying. Can you drive a hearse? OW! Bonnie don't hit me. You haven't the strength. Oh wait, you never did."
By now almost the entire venue was silent, and could hear Tre's remark. Zac ran down to the edge of the stage, "Do you need any help?" He wanted to jump off the stage to help them, but he thought better of it when a couple of rabid fans tried to grab a hold of him. Isaac and Taylor joined Zac at the edge, trying to find out what had happened.
"Tre? I think I'm bleeding to death." groaned Bonnie. Tre looked down at Bonnie's arm. It had a huge gash in it.
"Bonnie, shut up. You are not bleeding to death. But I think I killed some brain cells. OW!"
Pretty soon Jason, the boys' bodyguard, was standing over them. "Are you guys OK?"
"Not to sound rude or anything, but do we look like we're ok?" screamed Bonnie
Jason took no note of Bonnie's comment. "Look, we got to get you backstage. Do you think you can walk?"
"I think so." said Bonnie as he helped her to her feet. The second she stood up, she screamed and fell back down. "OWWWW! I take it back! I can't walk!" Jason picked her up and carried her backstage. Tre skipping behind him. Humming some Metallica song. The boys finally had found out what happened and ran backstage, causing an uproar from the fans.
"Ohhh my knee!" Bonnie groaned
"Oh dear. Did ya pop it?" Tre sighed
"No. I twisted it."
"Same difference. Hey Jason! You have these little colorful stars on your head. They dance too! Can I have one? Can I please!?"
Jason gave her a weird look. "Are you feeling OK?" he asked her
"Peachy. Why?" she asked sounding more and more dazed by the second. Plus she never said "Peachy", unless she was mocking you.
"I think you might have a concussion. What's today's date?" he asked
"Like she'd know that to begin with." mumbled Bonnie under her breath
"Ummm...." Tre closed her eyes and thought really hard.
"OK," said Jason, "who's the president?"
"I am." she stated simply
"Excuse me?" asked Jason. Now he was thinking that she was completely nuts.
"Yuppie. Me the prez of the Hanson Rox Club."
"I meant the president of the USA." he stated slowly so that Tre could keep up.
"Ummm, Hillarly Clinton." she slurred proudly. Jason and Bonnie started laughing so hard that they didn't even notice Hanson was backstage with them.
"Ahem." coughed Isaac. Tre turned around quickly only to find herself looking into his dark brown eyes.
"Whoa! Those teenyboppers musta done some major damage to my head! I think I see Isaac Hanson standing in front of me. Whoa. I shouldn't spin around like that either." she said as she sat down.
"Tre, your not hallucinating, they are really there." Bonnie told her.
"Trojan Man!" sang Tre as she laid down on a couch and closed her eyes.
"TRE!!!!" laughed Bonnie as she threw a throw pillow at her. "Stop that!"
"OWWWW!!!!! That hurt bitch!" screamed Tre clutching her ribs.
"Are you guys OK?" asked Zac sounding worried.
"Well other that this huge bloody gash in my arm. Oh and my twisted knee, I should be fine."
"What about her?" asked Taylor, pointing to Tre. Who was now looking at her Zippo as though it held all of the secrets of the universe.
"She should be OK...I think."
"HEY! Don't do that!" yelled Isaac from where he had been sitting next to Tre. "She was trying to light her finger on fire!" he snatched the Zippo away and handed it to Bonnie. "I wonder what she is like when she is normal...or is this normal?!?!"
Bonnie laughed. "Only a little bit. She can be a little saner than this."
"NARF!!!" yelled Tre from the couch.
The screaming from the venue got louder and louder. The boys didn't really know what to do, but they did know that they had to finish the concert.
"I guess we have to go back out," siad Zac "but it's just one song. It's not like we will take forever."
"Kay." said Bonnie as she glanced over at Tre. She was curled up in a little ball, whimpering. "Tre?"
"What?"
"Are you ok?"
"Peachy keen. Fine and dandy. A-OK...........no. I am in major pain. Bonnie I want to go home. Wait a minute!" she said sitting up, then whimpering and lying back down.
"What?" But Bonnie didn't get an answer, because a doctor had shown up. He diagnosed Tre with a mild concusion, and 5 bruised ribs (two on the left, three on the right). Bonnie had severly sprained her knee and needed twenty-six stiches in her arm.
"Tre?"
"Whaty?"
"What were you saying before the doctor came in?"
"Hey listen! They are playing I will come to you. Where's my Zippo?"
"I have it."
"Well give it back Shithead. How'd you get it?"
"Isaac said you tried to burn your finger."
"Oh I did not! I was just going to touch the yellow part. Isaac's a poo-poo."
"Never thought I'd hear ya call Isaac a "poo-poo"! What would he think of you?"
"Isaac can bite me."
"Anyway, "asked Bonnie, "what were you saying before the doctor came in?"
"Oh. Doctor Doolittle? I was saying how are we going to get home? I mean, I can not drive, and you are too young. And last but not least. We can't call anyone because well, Leonard would KILL us!!!"
"You're right! How are we getting home!?"
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