A Hurricane Of Fucking Lies, chapter 1
16 year old Joey Armstrong leaned againist the wall of his high school, thinking. It was the night of the homecoming dance and well his girlfriend, Gena, decided it would be funny to dump him the night before the dance. That just pissed him off. So he just went to hang out with his best friend Mark for a while, but Mark decided to ditch him too. So he was just leaning against the wall of the school.
"Dude what the hell did you ditch me for!" Joey shot his head around and saw Mark walking out of the school.
"I didn't, you ditched me." snapped back Joey, now even more pissed off.
"Oh, sorry man. Look I got a surprise that will make everything all better, trust me." grinned Mark.
"What would that be, another perved journey to the local strip club?" asked Joey.
"How did you guess? Anyway last time you were to chicken shit to go in."
"I just don't think that's right man."
"Don't worry. This time I'll make it right, it's topless night. Besides, old Bill doesn't plan you'll be home till about 11 and it's only 8. You have a good three hours." Mark pointed out to Joey, now dragging his arm.
"Whatever." sighed Joey.
"Look Mark, we're too young to get in. Looks like were gonna have to go." said Joey.
"Not so fast, look one of the lovely ladies is coming off their shift." And sure enough two girls about 20 walked out from the back of the club. One started to point and stare at Joey.
"Look it's a mini Billie Joe Armstrong. That is so cool." she screamed and then ran over and started to hug Joey. "What's your name?" she asked Joey as she un-gripped him from the hug.
Before Joey could answer, Mark stepped in and said, "He is Joey Armstrong, as in the son of Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Asshole," Joey mummbled under his breath.
"OMG, can I have your dad's autograph, I love him!"
Mark once again answered for Joey and said, "If you get us into the club, we'll make sure he gives you your autograph.
"Ok, sure." she answered, and she lead Joey and Mark into the club. She gave Joey the piece of paper and left.
"Hey dude I'm gonna see if I can get a lap dance." said Mark.
"Good Luck," sighed Joey and Mark ran off. He just decide to sit at a table and pray that none of the 'girls' came over and gave him a lap dance. He put his head down for a good 5 mintunes intil a familiar voice said
"Can I get you something?" and he looked up and saw the person he called Mom.
"Dude what the hell did you ditch me for!" Joey shot his head around and saw Mark walking out of the school.
"I didn't, you ditched me." snapped back Joey, now even more pissed off.
"Oh, sorry man. Look I got a surprise that will make everything all better, trust me." grinned Mark.
"What would that be, another perved journey to the local strip club?" asked Joey.
"How did you guess? Anyway last time you were to chicken shit to go in."
"I just don't think that's right man."
"Don't worry. This time I'll make it right, it's topless night. Besides, old Bill doesn't plan you'll be home till about 11 and it's only 8. You have a good three hours." Mark pointed out to Joey, now dragging his arm.
"Whatever." sighed Joey.
"Look Mark, we're too young to get in. Looks like were gonna have to go." said Joey.
"Not so fast, look one of the lovely ladies is coming off their shift." And sure enough two girls about 20 walked out from the back of the club. One started to point and stare at Joey.
"Look it's a mini Billie Joe Armstrong. That is so cool." she screamed and then ran over and started to hug Joey. "What's your name?" she asked Joey as she un-gripped him from the hug.
Before Joey could answer, Mark stepped in and said, "He is Joey Armstrong, as in the son of Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Asshole," Joey mummbled under his breath.
"OMG, can I have your dad's autograph, I love him!"
Mark once again answered for Joey and said, "If you get us into the club, we'll make sure he gives you your autograph.
"Ok, sure." she answered, and she lead Joey and Mark into the club. She gave Joey the piece of paper and left.
"Hey dude I'm gonna see if I can get a lap dance." said Mark.
"Good Luck," sighed Joey and Mark ran off. He just decide to sit at a table and pray that none of the 'girls' came over and gave him a lap dance. He put his head down for a good 5 mintunes intil a familiar voice said
"Can I get you something?" and he looked up and saw the person he called Mom.
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