bert mccracken-sick hearts do fine with wasting their time-pt 4

i wake up the next day and looked around. i had no idea where i was.

then i relized, i was back in the sweet. i sit up, and look around me. bert was laying next to me, quinn and branden were on the ground and jeph...well i don't know where jeph was. everyone was still asleep. i had a SPLITTING headache. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my phone. it was 1 pm. oh my god. i was late for work.

i flung myself out of the bed and tripped over quinn and branden who were spooning. branden wasn't bothered by it but quinn woke up and looked at me.

"mornin' "

"i need a ride. NOW." i yell.

"oh...um alright."

he gives me a ride to work.

and that was the last i saw of the guys for a LONG while.

two weeks had gone by.

bert hadn't come in to my work like he normally did.

i missed him.

i started wondering what happened.

did they leave? did they go back home? did they continue with their tour? did they decide they didn't like me? or were they just treating me like another groupie? what happened the night of the party? i NEEDED to know these things.

i was sitting on my couch. the last few weeks my stomach has been in a constant knot. i decided i have to do something to get my mind off of the band...of of bert.

i get out my phone and start looking through the numbers.

and suddenly, i see a number that wasn't in there before.

in all capitol letters

it read

"BERT"

my heart stopped mid beat.

oh my god. i stood up. then sat down. then stood up again.

i looked at the number for probably 20 minutes. and suddenly before i knew it, i found myself calling it.

as it rang i started thinking "did he put it in there? that means he likes me!...right?"

ok well obviously not.

"hey its bert mccracken.if i didn't pick up, i obviously don't want to talk to you. leave a message or something" *beep*

i hung up.

i was heart broken. im not sure why though. i mean i didn't really KNOW bert. maybe i felt this way because i was so confused. i REALLY wanted to know what happened that night.

i decided to call up my friend aussi. she always knew how to cheer me up.

i dialed her number.

it rang.

"hey." she answered.

"hey do you wanna hang out? theres like...so much going on i need to tell you about."

"uhm...yeah sure. i'll be there in like...5 minutes. is everything ok?"

"uh...no. hahahaha. just come over"

"ok. later."

aussi arrived and pounded on the door. when i opened it she had two 40oz in her hands. and she handed me on.

"beer always helps me when im feeling down"

i took the beer and we went inside. we sat down on the couch.

"ok so tell me what's up." she said as she opened her beer.

i explained everything that had been going on.

i looked up at her and her mouth was wide open. she had a "what the fuck are you fucking kidding me, you've been hanging out with the used?" look on her face.

"yeah...i know right?" i replied.

"dude.................what the fuck."

i laughed and took a drink of my beer.

"well what the fuck are you gonna do?" she says grabbing my shoulder and shaking me around like a rag doll. my beer spills a bit in my lap.

"thanks." i say whiping it off. "i don't know what im going to do. like...i mean...its bert dude. i mean...come on. AND WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THAT NIGHT?!"

she laughed. "wow. that's crazy.......what if you boned?"

i laughed. hard. "we did not bone!!!! ahahaha"

"how would you know?! you were passed out drunk!"

"so?! i think i would remember if i had sex with bert mccracken. and plus, he wouldn't take advantage of me."

"how do you know that? he was drunk...aaaaand hes a guy...aaaaaaaaand you're a hottie....aaaaaaaaand...well...that's it"

"shut up" i say elbowing her in the side.

"owwww!" she yelped. "you know i don't like being elbowed!"

i laughed.

"ok well this beer is going right through me. i need to pee." i got up and went to the bathroom.

as soon as i sat on the toilet, my phone rang. i looked at my phone.

it read

"BERT"

i stopped mid-pee.

should i answer?!.........yes.

i picked up the phone.

"hello?" i said.

"hey...randy? its bert."

"yeah i know."

"...what are you doing? it sounds like your in a cave...?"

"oh...im going pee."

he laughed. hard.

"oh i'll let you go then."

"no no its ok. uhm...i'll just...stop peeing."

"oh ok. well...i saw you called and...sorry i didn't pick up. ive been busy doing shows and stuff. i've had no time for anything."

"its ok." i lied. it wasn't. i thought he hated me. which was stupid. he didn't even know me. i didn't even know him. why did i care so much?!

"well...im in san francisco right now. and we don't have another show for like 2 days. you should come here."

well it was saturday...i didn't have work over the weekend...what the hell.

"yeah that'd be cool. can i bring my friend aussi?"

"fuck yeah you can."

"ok good....where are you exactly?"

"well call me when you get into san francisco, and me and the guys will meet you somewhere"

"ok that sounds cool." i said with a HUGE grin on my face.

"ok...bye randy." you could tell he was smiling on the other end.

"bye."

i screamed.

LOUD.