The Tale of Time and Love, chapter 2
My walking grew brisker as I spotted the rain cloud above me. I hated going out in the cold, it's just so pointless. My jeans were getting wet because they dragged on the floor. I had just bought some milk and a small bar of chocolate because I wanted to treat myself. I turned into a street and saw a group of people walking towards me. They were laughing and one of them was clutching a bottle of beer.
"Hey, darling, want some beer?" he giggled as I passed through them. I shook my head and hurried on, ignoring the laughing and remarks. Then, the man who spoke to me turned around and began to follow me.
"Come one, its only five percent." He said, his words slurred. I quickened my pace, my fingers curling over my personal alarm which I hid in my pocket. He could walk in a straight line and his friends were looking a bit worried.
"Oi Love! Get back!" he suddenly yelled, launching into a wobbling run. I saw him and sprinted away, my feet splashing in the forming puddles. The drunken man fell back quite quickly. I was a fast runner and could out run a drunken fool easily. But just in case, I took a detour in the woods nearby. I briskly pushed the branches away and cut though the trees and brambles. I came out in a small street that I recognised as Bridle Way, which wasn't far from my home.
I walked slower, breathing deeply and pushing my hair from my eyes. I had blonde hair, which was getting longer. I hated having long hair, it annoyed me greatly. I sighed and sat on a nearby wall, I felt pain in my forearm and saw that I must have cut myself in the woods.
I was only wearing short sleeves, I shivered as the cold rain drizzled on my arms. I wondered how I looked, I swiftly ran a finger under my eyes and saw that my mascara had run. I sighed again and pulled out my mirror, it didn't look to bad.
There was a flash of light to my right and I leapt off the wall as though I was electrocuted. I dropped my mirror by mistake and the glass shattered on the ground.
I cursed and crouched down to pick up he shiny fragments and I looked in the reflection of one and saw a figure lying on the ground. I stood up and gazed over at the figure, it wasn't moving. I was sure it wasn't there before but I remember the flash of light and thought that he must have come during then.
"Hello?" I said, my voice quiet. I knelt down beside the figure, it was definitely a male. His hair was black or a dark colour, his clothes were dark too, he seemed to be wearing a black jacket and jeans. Something had fallen out of his pocket, I knew it to be a lighter. I wanted to see his face but that meant I would have to touch him.
"Hello?" I said, more loudly. I slowly reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. He moved and I snatched away my hand. He stirred and sat up slowly. He didn't seem to notice me so I tapped him again.
He flinched and stared at me with magnificent green eyes. He looked around sixteen, my age. I smiled briefly, but he didn't return it. He looked at my clothes, taking in my jeans and black t-shirt saying 'Black is not a colour, it's a way of life'. He frowned at me, his face seemed so emotional.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my voice sounding a little shaken. His stared looked harder, as though he could believe that I just spoke.
"I dunno... Where am I?" he asked, looking around him. I frowned this time, what was this boy playing at? But when I saw the fear flash in his eyes my face softened. This boy was lost, probably drunk, but that didn't matter. His voice had an American accent which sounded slightly familiar.
"Colehill, that's in Wimborne." I said, automatically. He looked confused, he obviously hadn't heard of Wimborne like countless others.
"Wimborne?" he said, frowning again. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Yes... Um... England, you know where that is right?" I said, growing impatient. Why was this good-looking boy in a place that he'd never heard of? He looked even more confused.
"England, but that ain't possible. I was in California just now... What the hell am I doing in England?" he said, fury etched his words. It was like he was blaming me.
"Hey, don't ask me. I don't know why you appeared here, only you should.
Anyway, are you just going to sit there or what?" I said, scowling at him. His eyes were wide but he realised that he offended me.
"Sorry, it's just... Hang on." His eyes lit up like something had just dawned on him. "Is the year... Two thousand and five?" he asked, looking at me seriously. I smiled, not taking it as seriously.
"Yeah, why? You travelled in time?" I joked, sniggering at this kid. He looked at me as though I'd just saved his life, his eyes were bright and the first smile glowed. The beauty of his smile took me back.
"Yeah, Yeah I did! I was in the year 1988 and now I'm in 2005. I found a machine... I pressed a few buttons and now I'm here." He said, happily. I laughed looking at him but I saw that he wasn't joking.
"You know how silly that sounds... Don't you?" I said, not smiling anymore. There were three options, either this kid was joking, crazy or somehow this mental theory was true. The joking theory was ruled out so it was either that I was crazy or he.
"You're saying that I'm lying aren't you?" he said, staring at me with a hard look again. He was stubborn, very stubborn. I looked at him, searching him. He definitely didn't seem crazy, crazy people either scream and hassle you or discuss about how dogs are mind washing us into world domination.
"Well... I did think that but now I'm not sure. So what's you're name?" I said, trying to get away from the subject of the time travelling. He sighed and stood up.
"It's Billie Joe... Billie Joe Armstrong." He said, looking away. I stared at him, my heart hammering inside me. No way, he couldn't be... My body was numb with disbelief but yet again it could be true. In 1988 he must have been 16 because he was born in 1872.
"Holy Shit, no... That's impossible!" I shouted, he jumped with surprise. Judging by my reaction he thought something was fishy.
"Um... It's my name. Hold on, you mean that you know me for something and it's a big something." He muttered, looking at my stunned face. I grabbed his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. He looked frightened but then seemed to enjoy it.
"Is your birthday on the 17th February?" I demanded, my voice a little high pitched. He looked completely shocked.
"Yeah, how do you know that?" He said, stunned. I smiled at him, I couldn't believe it. My one idol was standing in front of me, at sixteen, trust my luck. Those chain mails are wrong. Breaking the chain doesn't give you bad luck, oh no. I pulled out my mobile phone, the wallpaper on it was a picture of Billie. I jammed it under his nose, he frowned.
"Is that... Me?" He said, his voice hushed. I nodded, still staring at him.
"You're the lead signer of the greatest band in existence, Green Day. You're my idol, Billie Joe, you can't believe how this feels to me." I said, my voice just as hushed. Billie's face split into a grin.
"You mean... I'm famous?"
"Hey, darling, want some beer?" he giggled as I passed through them. I shook my head and hurried on, ignoring the laughing and remarks. Then, the man who spoke to me turned around and began to follow me.
"Come one, its only five percent." He said, his words slurred. I quickened my pace, my fingers curling over my personal alarm which I hid in my pocket. He could walk in a straight line and his friends were looking a bit worried.
"Oi Love! Get back!" he suddenly yelled, launching into a wobbling run. I saw him and sprinted away, my feet splashing in the forming puddles. The drunken man fell back quite quickly. I was a fast runner and could out run a drunken fool easily. But just in case, I took a detour in the woods nearby. I briskly pushed the branches away and cut though the trees and brambles. I came out in a small street that I recognised as Bridle Way, which wasn't far from my home.
I walked slower, breathing deeply and pushing my hair from my eyes. I had blonde hair, which was getting longer. I hated having long hair, it annoyed me greatly. I sighed and sat on a nearby wall, I felt pain in my forearm and saw that I must have cut myself in the woods.
I was only wearing short sleeves, I shivered as the cold rain drizzled on my arms. I wondered how I looked, I swiftly ran a finger under my eyes and saw that my mascara had run. I sighed again and pulled out my mirror, it didn't look to bad.
There was a flash of light to my right and I leapt off the wall as though I was electrocuted. I dropped my mirror by mistake and the glass shattered on the ground.
I cursed and crouched down to pick up he shiny fragments and I looked in the reflection of one and saw a figure lying on the ground. I stood up and gazed over at the figure, it wasn't moving. I was sure it wasn't there before but I remember the flash of light and thought that he must have come during then.
"Hello?" I said, my voice quiet. I knelt down beside the figure, it was definitely a male. His hair was black or a dark colour, his clothes were dark too, he seemed to be wearing a black jacket and jeans. Something had fallen out of his pocket, I knew it to be a lighter. I wanted to see his face but that meant I would have to touch him.
"Hello?" I said, more loudly. I slowly reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. He moved and I snatched away my hand. He stirred and sat up slowly. He didn't seem to notice me so I tapped him again.
He flinched and stared at me with magnificent green eyes. He looked around sixteen, my age. I smiled briefly, but he didn't return it. He looked at my clothes, taking in my jeans and black t-shirt saying 'Black is not a colour, it's a way of life'. He frowned at me, his face seemed so emotional.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my voice sounding a little shaken. His stared looked harder, as though he could believe that I just spoke.
"I dunno... Where am I?" he asked, looking around him. I frowned this time, what was this boy playing at? But when I saw the fear flash in his eyes my face softened. This boy was lost, probably drunk, but that didn't matter. His voice had an American accent which sounded slightly familiar.
"Colehill, that's in Wimborne." I said, automatically. He looked confused, he obviously hadn't heard of Wimborne like countless others.
"Wimborne?" he said, frowning again. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Yes... Um... England, you know where that is right?" I said, growing impatient. Why was this good-looking boy in a place that he'd never heard of? He looked even more confused.
"England, but that ain't possible. I was in California just now... What the hell am I doing in England?" he said, fury etched his words. It was like he was blaming me.
"Hey, don't ask me. I don't know why you appeared here, only you should.
Anyway, are you just going to sit there or what?" I said, scowling at him. His eyes were wide but he realised that he offended me.
"Sorry, it's just... Hang on." His eyes lit up like something had just dawned on him. "Is the year... Two thousand and five?" he asked, looking at me seriously. I smiled, not taking it as seriously.
"Yeah, why? You travelled in time?" I joked, sniggering at this kid. He looked at me as though I'd just saved his life, his eyes were bright and the first smile glowed. The beauty of his smile took me back.
"Yeah, Yeah I did! I was in the year 1988 and now I'm in 2005. I found a machine... I pressed a few buttons and now I'm here." He said, happily. I laughed looking at him but I saw that he wasn't joking.
"You know how silly that sounds... Don't you?" I said, not smiling anymore. There were three options, either this kid was joking, crazy or somehow this mental theory was true. The joking theory was ruled out so it was either that I was crazy or he.
"You're saying that I'm lying aren't you?" he said, staring at me with a hard look again. He was stubborn, very stubborn. I looked at him, searching him. He definitely didn't seem crazy, crazy people either scream and hassle you or discuss about how dogs are mind washing us into world domination.
"Well... I did think that but now I'm not sure. So what's you're name?" I said, trying to get away from the subject of the time travelling. He sighed and stood up.
"It's Billie Joe... Billie Joe Armstrong." He said, looking away. I stared at him, my heart hammering inside me. No way, he couldn't be... My body was numb with disbelief but yet again it could be true. In 1988 he must have been 16 because he was born in 1872.
"Holy Shit, no... That's impossible!" I shouted, he jumped with surprise. Judging by my reaction he thought something was fishy.
"Um... It's my name. Hold on, you mean that you know me for something and it's a big something." He muttered, looking at my stunned face. I grabbed his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. He looked frightened but then seemed to enjoy it.
"Is your birthday on the 17th February?" I demanded, my voice a little high pitched. He looked completely shocked.
"Yeah, how do you know that?" He said, stunned. I smiled at him, I couldn't believe it. My one idol was standing in front of me, at sixteen, trust my luck. Those chain mails are wrong. Breaking the chain doesn't give you bad luck, oh no. I pulled out my mobile phone, the wallpaper on it was a picture of Billie. I jammed it under his nose, he frowned.
"Is that... Me?" He said, his voice hushed. I nodded, still staring at him.
"You're the lead signer of the greatest band in existence, Green Day. You're my idol, Billie Joe, you can't believe how this feels to me." I said, my voice just as hushed. Billie's face split into a grin.
"You mean... I'm famous?"
