Who Are Ya?!, chapter 4
The boy yelled back, "Billie dont' be stupid." The boy was older, and easily towered Billie. Mike started laughing, and Billie smiled, "What's up David? School draggin' ya down or what?! By the way, how's Myla?"
"Well, I am the one who's supposed to set the example for you right? I mean, I'm your older brother! But I guess I'm not much of an inspiration if you've already been expelled once. If YOU"RE so interested in Myla, why don't you just ask MIKE?!" David said and ruffled Billie's black hair as he walked past them to enter the house.
"Your brother's hilarious. I'm hungry!"
"Do you always have food on your mind?!"
"Well, why pass up the opportunity to get food?"
"Alright, c'mon."
While waiting for dinner, Billie Joe and Mike exchanged lyrics that they had came up with the night before. Most of Billie's lyrics were about his feelings, and lately, they were mostly about how he wanted to be 16 and run Jeff over with his dad's truck. His mind was filled with crazy ideas that could get him thrown into an insane asylum. Billie smiled and was proud of their creation. Mike sat on the floor plunking away at the bass as Billie sang tunes to create a harmony with Mike. The two would sit for hours messing around with songs, or practicing. If there was anything that either of them loved more than anything, it was music.
Billie's mom had fixed dinner for the big family, and adding one more person to the table wouldn't make a difference to her. Besdies, she knew of Mike's hardship at home. However, Mike had never told her, or Billie about his pesronal situations. During dinner, different conversations were going on. One end of the table talked about Billie's band, the other end talked about school and work. Mike sat near the end of the table next to Billie's mom, and politely expressed how delicious her cooking was.
"Well, I do get some tips about cooking at Rod's Hickery Pit."
"I've heard of that place. Down on 25th?"
"Yeah, they're having troubles these days, a lot of positions open, and not alotta takers for the job."
"MMM," Mike nodded, cheeks stuffed with food.
"HEY MIKE!" Billie yells from the other end of the table, "Hahaha, tell 'em what Jeff did during that weekend practice! This is hilarious."
Mike smiled and told the story. He always felt as if this was his home, but sadly, it was not.
*CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP* Mrs. Armstrong heard foot steps coming up to the door way and stared at everyone else. Soon everyone froze as if there was a pause button on their lives, and they listened. They could hear a man yelling someone's name. Soon, there was a thud against the door, and the man shouted, as if he were a mile away, "MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD!" Billie Joe laughed and began pounding on the table in hysteria, "HAHAHA, who's that?!" However, Mrs. Armstrong and Mike looked as if they were struck my lightning. Billie looked at the end of the table and his smile turned upside down. "MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD!" Billie pushed his chair back and rose from the table, "If ya don't mind, I suppose I betta get the door?" The rest of the members sat in their seats not saying a word, sitting as still as they could be. Mike and Mrs. Armstrong exchanged glances, and Mike immediately knew that she had knowledge of what was happening.
*Creak* went the door as Billie Joe opened it slowly and the man leaning against it quickly regained his balance. His face looked angry, and red. Young, wild Billie Joe released a burst of laughter as the man nearly fell. But the man's face became worse with rage. Billie Joe didn't like the stranger's attitude, and chose to play the man's game. He wiped his smile clean off his face, glared, and rasied an eyebrow. The two looked as if they were in a staring contest, but Billie broke the silence like a whip lash and said in the lowest, meanest tone he could use, "WHO ARE YOU?!"
"Well, I am the one who's supposed to set the example for you right? I mean, I'm your older brother! But I guess I'm not much of an inspiration if you've already been expelled once. If YOU"RE so interested in Myla, why don't you just ask MIKE?!" David said and ruffled Billie's black hair as he walked past them to enter the house.
"Your brother's hilarious. I'm hungry!"
"Do you always have food on your mind?!"
"Well, why pass up the opportunity to get food?"
"Alright, c'mon."
While waiting for dinner, Billie Joe and Mike exchanged lyrics that they had came up with the night before. Most of Billie's lyrics were about his feelings, and lately, they were mostly about how he wanted to be 16 and run Jeff over with his dad's truck. His mind was filled with crazy ideas that could get him thrown into an insane asylum. Billie smiled and was proud of their creation. Mike sat on the floor plunking away at the bass as Billie sang tunes to create a harmony with Mike. The two would sit for hours messing around with songs, or practicing. If there was anything that either of them loved more than anything, it was music.
Billie's mom had fixed dinner for the big family, and adding one more person to the table wouldn't make a difference to her. Besdies, she knew of Mike's hardship at home. However, Mike had never told her, or Billie about his pesronal situations. During dinner, different conversations were going on. One end of the table talked about Billie's band, the other end talked about school and work. Mike sat near the end of the table next to Billie's mom, and politely expressed how delicious her cooking was.
"Well, I do get some tips about cooking at Rod's Hickery Pit."
"I've heard of that place. Down on 25th?"
"Yeah, they're having troubles these days, a lot of positions open, and not alotta takers for the job."
"MMM," Mike nodded, cheeks stuffed with food.
"HEY MIKE!" Billie yells from the other end of the table, "Hahaha, tell 'em what Jeff did during that weekend practice! This is hilarious."
Mike smiled and told the story. He always felt as if this was his home, but sadly, it was not.
*CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP* Mrs. Armstrong heard foot steps coming up to the door way and stared at everyone else. Soon everyone froze as if there was a pause button on their lives, and they listened. They could hear a man yelling someone's name. Soon, there was a thud against the door, and the man shouted, as if he were a mile away, "MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD!" Billie Joe laughed and began pounding on the table in hysteria, "HAHAHA, who's that?!" However, Mrs. Armstrong and Mike looked as if they were struck my lightning. Billie looked at the end of the table and his smile turned upside down. "MICHAEL RYAN PRITCHARD!" Billie pushed his chair back and rose from the table, "If ya don't mind, I suppose I betta get the door?" The rest of the members sat in their seats not saying a word, sitting as still as they could be. Mike and Mrs. Armstrong exchanged glances, and Mike immediately knew that she had knowledge of what was happening.
*Creak* went the door as Billie Joe opened it slowly and the man leaning against it quickly regained his balance. His face looked angry, and red. Young, wild Billie Joe released a burst of laughter as the man nearly fell. But the man's face became worse with rage. Billie Joe didn't like the stranger's attitude, and chose to play the man's game. He wiped his smile clean off his face, glared, and rasied an eyebrow. The two looked as if they were in a staring contest, but Billie broke the silence like a whip lash and said in the lowest, meanest tone he could use, "WHO ARE YOU?!"
