Can I Be Your Anything?, chapter 3
Adrienne's heart stopped. Her cheeks lost all colour, and she stuttered to find even the most basic response.
"H-h-hi," she barely got out. He held out his guitar.
"Can you hold this for a minute or two?" He asked. Confused, Adrienne agreed. A man grabbed the boy by his shoulder and whispered something to him. A moment later, he walked back to Adrienne and took the guitar back. "I'm sorry, I thought you were a stage-hand! I'm so sorry!" Embarrassed, he handed the guitar to an actual stage-hand. He put his rough hands in his pockets and looked down at his worn Converses. "Sooooo, you live around here?" he asked casually.
"No, actually, I live in Pilem," Adrienne replied without taking her gaze off the whole in her blue jeans.
"Seriously?! Came a long way to see this show, then didn't you?" He said, lifting his eyes slowly to her face.
"Well, actually, as stupid as this sounds, I was running away from home. I couldn't stand anymore of mother's constant bitching about Ste-, I mean, my brother, so I left," Adrienne said, locking her eyes with his, and then turning away swiftly.
"So do you have a place to stay?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah," Adrienne said quickly, almost unconvincingly. She didn't actually, but she didn't want to sound like a homeless begger.
"Well, maybe I'll see ya around sometime," the boy said, as the bassist motioned for him.
"Alright," Adrienne said, turning.
"Wait!" He called out. Adrienne turned immeadiatly, her heart as well. "Do you have a name?" he asked.
"Adrienne, but call me Adie," she said. "How 'bout you?"
"Billie Joe. Billie Joe Armstrong," he said, and walked away.
"H-h-hi," she barely got out. He held out his guitar.
"Can you hold this for a minute or two?" He asked. Confused, Adrienne agreed. A man grabbed the boy by his shoulder and whispered something to him. A moment later, he walked back to Adrienne and took the guitar back. "I'm sorry, I thought you were a stage-hand! I'm so sorry!" Embarrassed, he handed the guitar to an actual stage-hand. He put his rough hands in his pockets and looked down at his worn Converses. "Sooooo, you live around here?" he asked casually.
"No, actually, I live in Pilem," Adrienne replied without taking her gaze off the whole in her blue jeans.
"Seriously?! Came a long way to see this show, then didn't you?" He said, lifting his eyes slowly to her face.
"Well, actually, as stupid as this sounds, I was running away from home. I couldn't stand anymore of mother's constant bitching about Ste-, I mean, my brother, so I left," Adrienne said, locking her eyes with his, and then turning away swiftly.
"So do you have a place to stay?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah," Adrienne said quickly, almost unconvincingly. She didn't actually, but she didn't want to sound like a homeless begger.
"Well, maybe I'll see ya around sometime," the boy said, as the bassist motioned for him.
"Alright," Adrienne said, turning.
"Wait!" He called out. Adrienne turned immeadiatly, her heart as well. "Do you have a name?" he asked.
"Adrienne, but call me Adie," she said. "How 'bout you?"
"Billie Joe. Billie Joe Armstrong," he said, and walked away.
