She Screams In Silence, chapter 1
"Get up, Beth, we're gonna be late," you heard your mom say. It became a custom to you to have your mom throw a pillow at you to wake you up, before going over to her new husbands house to move stuff in. Your mom had recently gotton remarried after a very tough divorce to your father. You didnt even know the man, who you were expected to now call your dad, very well, and you were about a week away from living with him. All you know is that he had an adopted son and he and his wife divorced eachother too. His son, Mike Drint, was only one year older than you, so you would hopefully have someone to talk to. If you ever met him. In the 2 weeks you had been slowly moving things into their house, you hadnt met him yet.
"Up!" your mom said as she closed the door. You mumbeled some stuff under your breath but eventually got up and got dressed. You got on a long sleeved black shirt under your red Rancid shirt and some black pants, and banged up vans. You lazily put on some eyeliner and threw your hair up in a pony tail before your mom almost killed you by thrusting a heavy box in your hands and pushed you anxiously to the car. You sat in the back, your portable cd player blasting. When you got up to your house you saw your step-dad waiting for you guys outside the back door. Your mom immediately went up to him and kissed you. You cringed. It was utterly disturbing to you to see your mom all mushy and kissy around you. She was your mom for god sakes.
"Sorry we were late hunny," your mom said to your step-dad, "but SOMEONE was being lazy." When she said SOMEONE she jerked her head torwards you. You glared at her but you knew there was no use of saying anything against it. True, you sleep late, but you wouldnt call yourself lazy. Oh well.
"Oh it's ok, you're here now!" your step-dad said cheerily, smiling at you. You made yourself smile back. If he actually took the time to get to know you at all or actually have a conversation with you, he would know that the smile you forced yourself to wear at times like these were perfectly fake. But he doesnt take the time to actually get to know you, so it didnt matter.
Your mom knew you better than that though and glared at you before saying, "maybe you should go get the box you were supposed to bring into the house." You shrugged moodily and went back to the car and brought the box back to the living room. You peeked inside and saw it was some of your stuff, so you brought it upstairs to what was going to eventually become your room. You were skeptical though. The room was small and deformed, and you actually found yourself wondering how you would even fit your bed into the room and make it so you could actually walk in, and thats not including all your other stuff that you would need in your room.
"Hey, you must be Beth, right?" you heard from behind you. You turned around to see a blonde kid who looked slightly older than you, with light blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a sleveless black shirt. You nodded, truely smiling for the first time since you arrived here.
"And you're Mike, right?" you asked. He nodded. You shook hands and helped you put the box in your room. He looked around pathetically at the tiny room.
"Sorry you were stuck with this room. Actually I wouldn't even call it a room, its more like an enlarged closet," he said. You smiled and shook your head.
"It's fine. Maybe it'll influence me to get rid of some of this crap I have in my room," you said as you examined some very old CD's you could easily throw away that apparently were taking up closet space.
"I'd offer you my room, but my dad likes pretending that I still live here," Mike told you. You looked up.
"You dont live here?" you asked, as you threw the CD's to the side. He shook his head.
"Not really. I come back sometimes, but I mostly stay with my friend Billie Joe. You'll meet him eventually, he always hangs around here when I'm around. Dont worry," he said, smiling at you, "I'm not gone as much as you might think. I'm not cruel enough to live you here with my dad all the time." You smiled and continued putting stuff away. Mike came across some bass tabs you printed out and looked excited.
"You play bass?" he said, holding up the papers. You nodded and he observed them.
"So do I. These look fun, I'm guessing you're pretty good to be able to play these?" he said. You shrugged.
You always thought it was awkward when people ask you when you are good at something. Even if you are good at it, and you are very good at bass, you feel like an idiot to actually admit it, because you'll sound conceited. You wont ever say that you're bad at something either, even if you really are bad, partly because you're stubborn, but also because you dont want others to think less of you. So you always just shrug.
"I'm in a band, you know," Mike said, finally putting down the bass tabs and looking up at you.
"Really? Thats awesome. Whats it called?" you ask.
"Green Day. Its me, Billie Joe, and we're still exprimenting with a drummer since our old one left the band," he told you. You nodded, soaking in the information.
"You wanna hear us play tonight?" he asked. You nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, thanks," you said.
"Yeah, and you can meet Billie and this drummer that we're considering. His name is Tre," he told you. You smiled and nodded.
"Sure, sounds good," you said, finishing off putting away the things in the box. You spent the rest of the day going back and forth from your house to Mike's house, bringing things to your new home. Around 7 o'clock your mom finally let you stop and offered you 3 [you, Mike, and your new step-dad] to go out to eat. Mike declined though.
"No, I think I'll help Beth unpack a little more," he said, smiling at her. Your mom eventually suspicioiusly agreed and you turned to Mike as your moms car diappeared around the street corner.
"I'm just guessing that we really arent gonna unpack, right?" you said, lifting your eyebrows. He laughed.
"No, that was our excuse to stay behind so we can both go to band practice tonight."
"OK, can I change first?" you asked, surveying yourself. Your hair was a mess and your shirt and hands were dirty from carrying all the boxes. He nodded and you went to your room to change and get ready. When you came downstairs, Mike and you got in the car and he drove you to someone elses house. You guys went around to the garage and Mike yelled for someone to come down. When the door opened you were greeted with one of the hottest guys with the brightest green eyes you'd ever seen.
"Hey," he introduced himself, "I'm Billie Joe, but just call me Billie "
"Up!" your mom said as she closed the door. You mumbeled some stuff under your breath but eventually got up and got dressed. You got on a long sleeved black shirt under your red Rancid shirt and some black pants, and banged up vans. You lazily put on some eyeliner and threw your hair up in a pony tail before your mom almost killed you by thrusting a heavy box in your hands and pushed you anxiously to the car. You sat in the back, your portable cd player blasting. When you got up to your house you saw your step-dad waiting for you guys outside the back door. Your mom immediately went up to him and kissed you. You cringed. It was utterly disturbing to you to see your mom all mushy and kissy around you. She was your mom for god sakes.
"Sorry we were late hunny," your mom said to your step-dad, "but SOMEONE was being lazy." When she said SOMEONE she jerked her head torwards you. You glared at her but you knew there was no use of saying anything against it. True, you sleep late, but you wouldnt call yourself lazy. Oh well.
"Oh it's ok, you're here now!" your step-dad said cheerily, smiling at you. You made yourself smile back. If he actually took the time to get to know you at all or actually have a conversation with you, he would know that the smile you forced yourself to wear at times like these were perfectly fake. But he doesnt take the time to actually get to know you, so it didnt matter.
Your mom knew you better than that though and glared at you before saying, "maybe you should go get the box you were supposed to bring into the house." You shrugged moodily and went back to the car and brought the box back to the living room. You peeked inside and saw it was some of your stuff, so you brought it upstairs to what was going to eventually become your room. You were skeptical though. The room was small and deformed, and you actually found yourself wondering how you would even fit your bed into the room and make it so you could actually walk in, and thats not including all your other stuff that you would need in your room.
"Hey, you must be Beth, right?" you heard from behind you. You turned around to see a blonde kid who looked slightly older than you, with light blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a sleveless black shirt. You nodded, truely smiling for the first time since you arrived here.
"And you're Mike, right?" you asked. He nodded. You shook hands and helped you put the box in your room. He looked around pathetically at the tiny room.
"Sorry you were stuck with this room. Actually I wouldn't even call it a room, its more like an enlarged closet," he said. You smiled and shook your head.
"It's fine. Maybe it'll influence me to get rid of some of this crap I have in my room," you said as you examined some very old CD's you could easily throw away that apparently were taking up closet space.
"I'd offer you my room, but my dad likes pretending that I still live here," Mike told you. You looked up.
"You dont live here?" you asked, as you threw the CD's to the side. He shook his head.
"Not really. I come back sometimes, but I mostly stay with my friend Billie Joe. You'll meet him eventually, he always hangs around here when I'm around. Dont worry," he said, smiling at you, "I'm not gone as much as you might think. I'm not cruel enough to live you here with my dad all the time." You smiled and continued putting stuff away. Mike came across some bass tabs you printed out and looked excited.
"You play bass?" he said, holding up the papers. You nodded and he observed them.
"So do I. These look fun, I'm guessing you're pretty good to be able to play these?" he said. You shrugged.
You always thought it was awkward when people ask you when you are good at something. Even if you are good at it, and you are very good at bass, you feel like an idiot to actually admit it, because you'll sound conceited. You wont ever say that you're bad at something either, even if you really are bad, partly because you're stubborn, but also because you dont want others to think less of you. So you always just shrug.
"I'm in a band, you know," Mike said, finally putting down the bass tabs and looking up at you.
"Really? Thats awesome. Whats it called?" you ask.
"Green Day. Its me, Billie Joe, and we're still exprimenting with a drummer since our old one left the band," he told you. You nodded, soaking in the information.
"You wanna hear us play tonight?" he asked. You nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, thanks," you said.
"Yeah, and you can meet Billie and this drummer that we're considering. His name is Tre," he told you. You smiled and nodded.
"Sure, sounds good," you said, finishing off putting away the things in the box. You spent the rest of the day going back and forth from your house to Mike's house, bringing things to your new home. Around 7 o'clock your mom finally let you stop and offered you 3 [you, Mike, and your new step-dad] to go out to eat. Mike declined though.
"No, I think I'll help Beth unpack a little more," he said, smiling at her. Your mom eventually suspicioiusly agreed and you turned to Mike as your moms car diappeared around the street corner.
"I'm just guessing that we really arent gonna unpack, right?" you said, lifting your eyebrows. He laughed.
"No, that was our excuse to stay behind so we can both go to band practice tonight."
"OK, can I change first?" you asked, surveying yourself. Your hair was a mess and your shirt and hands were dirty from carrying all the boxes. He nodded and you went to your room to change and get ready. When you came downstairs, Mike and you got in the car and he drove you to someone elses house. You guys went around to the garage and Mike yelled for someone to come down. When the door opened you were greeted with one of the hottest guys with the brightest green eyes you'd ever seen.
"Hey," he introduced himself, "I'm Billie Joe, but just call me Billie "
