Who Are Ya?!, chapter 1
10 year old Billie Joe marched to school with a look of disgust as he thought of another dragging day at school. As he reaches the curb, he runs across the busy street to the other side, not bothering to pay attention to the traffic. Suddenly he hears, "Well, that was smart," from behind him. He turns around to see a boy about his age who seemed a bit taller than him.
"What the hell do you want?!" Billie snapped at him with authority.
The other kid stared at him and replied, "I was just saying how pretty lame your stunt was. Cuz I can do tricks better than that."
Billie took the remark as a hint of a competion.
"Oh yeah, ya think so?! Well, meet me after school behind the gym. Then we'll see who's got the biggest bags of tricks!"
All day, Billie kept thinking of what he'd do to show that kid that he, Billie Joe Armstrong, had the throne. Lonely Billie is what his classmates called him because he had no friends. He usually sat alone at his lunch table, he sat away from the groups of kids in the classroom, and he definately felt as if he didn't need anyone. Many of his classmates poked fun at him for his singing past. His song "Look For Love," was one that people liked to use against him. Since then, Billie kept his music career on hold.
*Ding ding ding ding ding* The alarm released the herd of students that poured out of the double swinging doors of the brick shcool. Billie casually walked to the back of the gym. He turned the corner to see his enemy already there.
"How long ya been waitin?" Billie asked calmly.
"Eh, not to long. But eh, what's that matter to ya. I'm gonna show ya who's boss." The tallish brown haired kid said smoothly.
Billie Joe then got cross, and said, "Well fine, I'll even let you go first if you think you're such a hot shot!"
Then, Billie put his fist up.
The other kid looked at him oddly and replied, "Wait a minute...let me grab something."
Billie Joe glared, "Well fine, if ya unable to just use your fists, I mean c'mon...." but the other kid did something unexpected and surprising...
Billie's opponent drew out a bass from behind the garbage cans and began to play a melody. Billie's eye grew wide as he watched the boy pluck away with such talent at the instruement that looked ridiculously large compared to the boy. The boy finished his melody and smiled at Billie.
"I've been workin' on it for a while now. What'd ya think?!"
Billie's mouth was open, and nothing came out. Suddenly, Billie straightened up and said as if he didnt care, "Aww, yeah, umm...not too bad. I mean, it could use some work, ya know?"
The other kid smiled, "Yah. So what'd ya got?"
"Well, I got a piano, a guitar, and an awesome voice with some songs I wrote if you can handle that?!" Billie Joe said with a bit of an invitation.
"Eh, not too bad, not too bad."
Suddenly, Billie Joe felt a connection with the odd ball, and said, "Hey man, listen, why dont ya come by to my house and I'll show ya what I got?" The other kid smiled and accepted the invitation.
As they walked home together, Billie realized that the punk and him had more things in common than he thought. "By the way, the name's Billie, Billie Joe. Who are ya?!"
"Mike. Mike Dirnt."
"What the hell do you want?!" Billie snapped at him with authority.
The other kid stared at him and replied, "I was just saying how pretty lame your stunt was. Cuz I can do tricks better than that."
Billie took the remark as a hint of a competion.
"Oh yeah, ya think so?! Well, meet me after school behind the gym. Then we'll see who's got the biggest bags of tricks!"
All day, Billie kept thinking of what he'd do to show that kid that he, Billie Joe Armstrong, had the throne. Lonely Billie is what his classmates called him because he had no friends. He usually sat alone at his lunch table, he sat away from the groups of kids in the classroom, and he definately felt as if he didn't need anyone. Many of his classmates poked fun at him for his singing past. His song "Look For Love," was one that people liked to use against him. Since then, Billie kept his music career on hold.
*Ding ding ding ding ding* The alarm released the herd of students that poured out of the double swinging doors of the brick shcool. Billie casually walked to the back of the gym. He turned the corner to see his enemy already there.
"How long ya been waitin?" Billie asked calmly.
"Eh, not to long. But eh, what's that matter to ya. I'm gonna show ya who's boss." The tallish brown haired kid said smoothly.
Billie Joe then got cross, and said, "Well fine, I'll even let you go first if you think you're such a hot shot!"
Then, Billie put his fist up.
The other kid looked at him oddly and replied, "Wait a minute...let me grab something."
Billie Joe glared, "Well fine, if ya unable to just use your fists, I mean c'mon...." but the other kid did something unexpected and surprising...
Billie's opponent drew out a bass from behind the garbage cans and began to play a melody. Billie's eye grew wide as he watched the boy pluck away with such talent at the instruement that looked ridiculously large compared to the boy. The boy finished his melody and smiled at Billie.
"I've been workin' on it for a while now. What'd ya think?!"
Billie's mouth was open, and nothing came out. Suddenly, Billie straightened up and said as if he didnt care, "Aww, yeah, umm...not too bad. I mean, it could use some work, ya know?"
The other kid smiled, "Yah. So what'd ya got?"
"Well, I got a piano, a guitar, and an awesome voice with some songs I wrote if you can handle that?!" Billie Joe said with a bit of an invitation.
"Eh, not too bad, not too bad."
Suddenly, Billie Joe felt a connection with the odd ball, and said, "Hey man, listen, why dont ya come by to my house and I'll show ya what I got?" The other kid smiled and accepted the invitation.
As they walked home together, Billie realized that the punk and him had more things in common than he thought. "By the way, the name's Billie, Billie Joe. Who are ya?!"
"Mike. Mike Dirnt."
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