The Tale of Time and Love, chapter 3
"Yeah, of course you are. So are we going to stay here in the rain or do you want to get moving?" I said, noticing how wet I was. Billie Joe nodded; he was still a little shocked. He stood up and saw the fragments of mirror shattered on the ground. I crouched down and picked them up, cutting my hand in the progress.
"Ah shit, I muttered, sucking my hand. Billie looked at my hand and smiled. He crouched down and picked up the last bits of mirror.
"Here," he said, handing me them. I raised an eyebrow but let him drop the fragments in my hands. I looked at his rucksack, wondering whether he'd just been to school. He seemed to search his pockets and saw his lighter on the floor.
"So you smoke?" I asked, squinting my eyes in the rain. He picked it up and stared at me fully. His eyes seemed to search me but then he dropped his gaze.
"Yeah... Well... Sometimes." He said, he walked forwards and then we both walked down the lane. He was shorter than I imagined, the same size as me. His hair had been dyed black but I could just see a brown tint in his soggy mop.
"Do you smoke?" he asked me, his voice shivering. He was obviously cold in the British weather. I shook my head and lead the way out of the street and up the hill. Billie was then watching the cars go by, taking in the new models.
"Come on, lets go back to my house." I said, looking at him sadly. I wondered what he was feeling, so far from home. I then wondered if he was homesick. I looked at the floor, how the hell was he going to get home? I found him so that left me with that task but obviously I wasn't completely stuck.
"Do you live far?" he asked, hugging his arms. I shook my head, now feeling the cold water numb my body. My pace quickened and Billie hurried to catch up with me. I turned off into another road and then another. I saw my house with eager eyes; I pictured the radiators and warm food. I pulled out my house keys and ran to my front door. Billie ran after me. I almost kicked the door open; the rain was down tipping down litres of water. We both fell in the house and warm air greeted me like an old friend.
"Home sweet home." I said which was greeted with a serious look from Billie. No one was home, thank god. I lead him into the living room; he stared at the television set and DVD player. His eyes widened as I picked up a remote and it buzzed with life. I quickly turned over to MTV and then looked at Billie with a frown.
"Look, how are you going to get back? You're in the middle of England, seventeen years from where you come from. Getting back's going to be no easy task, Billie Joe." I said, staring at him. He opened his mouth to answer me but then Boulevard of Broken dreams were being played. He turned and stared with amazement.
"No way, that ain't Mike?" he said, gazing at the screen. I nodded my head and the familiar chords filled the room. The song seemed to last forever, I was mouthing the words to myself. Billie was frozen; he didn't take his eyes off himself in the video. I wondered what it must feel like to see yourself in pixels and years old. Then when the song ended, Billie turned to look at me.
"I can't get back... Unless you know how to travel back in time and back to America." He said, quietly. I pouted at him and looked away. The thing was that I knew how, I had an idea.
"Yes, I do but it won't be simple. To get back you need a strong force of energy or even better a disturbance in time. To do that you need to make a paradox by touching your future self... Or in other terms you need to see Green Day." I said, closing my eyes. It paid off being a brain box. Billie was astounded, he just looked at me. But in the meantime, I thought, dry clothes and more introducing.
"Er... I think you need to know my name. It's Jessica, but I prefer Jess. We need dry clothes, I suppose you can borrow some of my brother's" I said, looking at his dripping clothes. I whisked away to my Brother's room and pulled out some ordinary clothes. I walked back into the living room; Billie was standing in the exactly same place. I chucked the clothes at him.
"You can change in the bathroom." I said, he nodded slowly. I lead him to the bathroom and he shut the down. I stood outside, taking in what just happened. I couldn't believe who just walked into my life, but I knew the rules immediately. I mustn't tell any fans or they would be bringing the door down. I went in my room to get dressed and there was a knock at my door. I quickly pulled down my Green day posters; I didn't want him to get put off.
"Hey, Can I come in?" his voice sounded from the other side of my door. I let him in and he looked around my room, a smile on his face. I gave him a blue shirt and jeans, he looked super nice.
"I was expecting posters." He said, looking and my now bare walls. I frowned at him.
"I took them all down, not to scare you." I said, feeling stupid. He shrugged and I sighed, thinking to myself. Then I had an idea.
"Hey, why don't you phone home?" I said, looking at him sternly. He widened his eyes and nodded.
"You think she'll believe me?" he asked, plucking at the shirt. I frowned, resting on the wall.
"I don't know your mum, Billie, but no parent can forget their son's voice." I said, smiling at last. I lead him to the phone and I told him what to do. I watched him dial in his number and stand still, listening to the rings.
"Yeah hi... Urm... Is an Ollie Armstrong there?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly different. He awed me suddenly; He was standing in front of me, tempting me.
"She moved? Oh thanks for the help, Do you know the phone number?" he said, I quickly whipped out a notebook and pen and handed it to him. He scrawled down a number and winked at me. I smiled, shocked slightly.
"Thanks again, bye." He said, putting down the phone. He seemed to look a little sad.
"You alright?" I said, coming to his side. I reluctantly patted his arm, a faint smile appeared. His green eyes looked at me, I could see pain and I knew why.
"I can't explain, but I don't think I can do it." He said, frowning slightly. I smiled and rubbed his arm, He glanced at me and then he nodded.
"She'll believe you, I believe you so she must." I said simply. Then he grinned once again and picked up the handset and dialled in the number. He stood waiting, his eyes glaring at the wall. I'd never seen someone look so absorbed with their emotions.
"Hello, is that Ollie?" he asked, I watched him, tensed. His eyes strayed to the ceiling, he was listening carefully.
"It is, hi, I know this'll sound strange but It's me, Billie Joe."
"Ah shit, I muttered, sucking my hand. Billie looked at my hand and smiled. He crouched down and picked up the last bits of mirror.
"Here," he said, handing me them. I raised an eyebrow but let him drop the fragments in my hands. I looked at his rucksack, wondering whether he'd just been to school. He seemed to search his pockets and saw his lighter on the floor.
"So you smoke?" I asked, squinting my eyes in the rain. He picked it up and stared at me fully. His eyes seemed to search me but then he dropped his gaze.
"Yeah... Well... Sometimes." He said, he walked forwards and then we both walked down the lane. He was shorter than I imagined, the same size as me. His hair had been dyed black but I could just see a brown tint in his soggy mop.
"Do you smoke?" he asked me, his voice shivering. He was obviously cold in the British weather. I shook my head and lead the way out of the street and up the hill. Billie was then watching the cars go by, taking in the new models.
"Come on, lets go back to my house." I said, looking at him sadly. I wondered what he was feeling, so far from home. I then wondered if he was homesick. I looked at the floor, how the hell was he going to get home? I found him so that left me with that task but obviously I wasn't completely stuck.
"Do you live far?" he asked, hugging his arms. I shook my head, now feeling the cold water numb my body. My pace quickened and Billie hurried to catch up with me. I turned off into another road and then another. I saw my house with eager eyes; I pictured the radiators and warm food. I pulled out my house keys and ran to my front door. Billie ran after me. I almost kicked the door open; the rain was down tipping down litres of water. We both fell in the house and warm air greeted me like an old friend.
"Home sweet home." I said which was greeted with a serious look from Billie. No one was home, thank god. I lead him into the living room; he stared at the television set and DVD player. His eyes widened as I picked up a remote and it buzzed with life. I quickly turned over to MTV and then looked at Billie with a frown.
"Look, how are you going to get back? You're in the middle of England, seventeen years from where you come from. Getting back's going to be no easy task, Billie Joe." I said, staring at him. He opened his mouth to answer me but then Boulevard of Broken dreams were being played. He turned and stared with amazement.
"No way, that ain't Mike?" he said, gazing at the screen. I nodded my head and the familiar chords filled the room. The song seemed to last forever, I was mouthing the words to myself. Billie was frozen; he didn't take his eyes off himself in the video. I wondered what it must feel like to see yourself in pixels and years old. Then when the song ended, Billie turned to look at me.
"I can't get back... Unless you know how to travel back in time and back to America." He said, quietly. I pouted at him and looked away. The thing was that I knew how, I had an idea.
"Yes, I do but it won't be simple. To get back you need a strong force of energy or even better a disturbance in time. To do that you need to make a paradox by touching your future self... Or in other terms you need to see Green Day." I said, closing my eyes. It paid off being a brain box. Billie was astounded, he just looked at me. But in the meantime, I thought, dry clothes and more introducing.
"Er... I think you need to know my name. It's Jessica, but I prefer Jess. We need dry clothes, I suppose you can borrow some of my brother's" I said, looking at his dripping clothes. I whisked away to my Brother's room and pulled out some ordinary clothes. I walked back into the living room; Billie was standing in the exactly same place. I chucked the clothes at him.
"You can change in the bathroom." I said, he nodded slowly. I lead him to the bathroom and he shut the down. I stood outside, taking in what just happened. I couldn't believe who just walked into my life, but I knew the rules immediately. I mustn't tell any fans or they would be bringing the door down. I went in my room to get dressed and there was a knock at my door. I quickly pulled down my Green day posters; I didn't want him to get put off.
"Hey, Can I come in?" his voice sounded from the other side of my door. I let him in and he looked around my room, a smile on his face. I gave him a blue shirt and jeans, he looked super nice.
"I was expecting posters." He said, looking and my now bare walls. I frowned at him.
"I took them all down, not to scare you." I said, feeling stupid. He shrugged and I sighed, thinking to myself. Then I had an idea.
"Hey, why don't you phone home?" I said, looking at him sternly. He widened his eyes and nodded.
"You think she'll believe me?" he asked, plucking at the shirt. I frowned, resting on the wall.
"I don't know your mum, Billie, but no parent can forget their son's voice." I said, smiling at last. I lead him to the phone and I told him what to do. I watched him dial in his number and stand still, listening to the rings.
"Yeah hi... Urm... Is an Ollie Armstrong there?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly different. He awed me suddenly; He was standing in front of me, tempting me.
"She moved? Oh thanks for the help, Do you know the phone number?" he said, I quickly whipped out a notebook and pen and handed it to him. He scrawled down a number and winked at me. I smiled, shocked slightly.
"Thanks again, bye." He said, putting down the phone. He seemed to look a little sad.
"You alright?" I said, coming to his side. I reluctantly patted his arm, a faint smile appeared. His green eyes looked at me, I could see pain and I knew why.
"I can't explain, but I don't think I can do it." He said, frowning slightly. I smiled and rubbed his arm, He glanced at me and then he nodded.
"She'll believe you, I believe you so she must." I said simply. Then he grinned once again and picked up the handset and dialled in the number. He stood waiting, his eyes glaring at the wall. I'd never seen someone look so absorbed with their emotions.
"Hello, is that Ollie?" he asked, I watched him, tensed. His eyes strayed to the ceiling, he was listening carefully.
"It is, hi, I know this'll sound strange but It's me, Billie Joe."
