She's a Rebel, chapter 2
"I... I... um... " I was about to be ushered away to someplace I didn't really want to go to when, "Hey, it's alright she's with me!" He came out of nowhere, got the security guards off me, and started making up an alibi, "Sorry, it's my fault really, I picked up the pen to give her an autograph and forgot it wasn't hers, I put it in her bag" The supermarket employees didn't look too impressed.
"So you're saying that this little girl isn't a common shoplifter then?" how dare they, "Hey I'm 16 next month, and I'm not that little... oh and I'm not a shoplifter either!" somehow I always failed to get the important facts out first. The security people looked defeated. They couldn't prosecute me if I was under 16. "Why were you giving her your autograph? We should take you if you put it in her bag" "She asked for it, and there's no harm done, you can have your pen back... "
While he rummaged around in my bag for the pen I decided to stick up for him, I didn't want to be responsible for the lead singer of Green day getting into trouble with the English police, "Don't you know who he is? He's Billie Joe Armstrong for God's sake! You can't do anything about this, he's too powerful!" They looked from me, to Billie Joe. They obviously weren't fans of punk rock, and had no idea what I was talking about.
Billie Joe gazed up at me from the bag, looking rather flattered that I'd just called him 'powerful'. He brought out the pen and handed it to one of the less threatening security guards. They looked down at it like he'd handed back a stolen jewel, "It's been used" the guard grunted. That was it for Billie Joe; he wasn't taking any more shit from anyone. "Well, I'll pay for it then" he smiled sarcastically.
He snatched it back, threw it into the trolley that he'd left behind the crowd and walked over to a check out. They silently scanned his stuff (and the pen as well). The security people and me stood and watched in awe, as he carried on packing his bags like nothing had happened. We moved aside without making a sound as he pushed his trolley out through the automatic doors, and started making towards the parking lot. I unfroze and ran after him.
"Hey!" I caught him unloading the bags into his car. He stopped and turned to look at me. "Thanks again" I said out of breath. He paused for a moment before saying, "That's the third time you've said that". I stood there, feeling well and truly in-debt to him, since he'd signed my midriff, hugged me and saved me from a shop lifting drama. I couldn't say thank you enough. "I mean it, I owe you one". That was a stupid think to say. How was I meant to owe him anything?
"How do you intend to pay me back?" he asked curiously. I knew he was hinting for me to say something suggestive like 'I'll take you out for lunch' or 'if you give me tickets and a backstage pass I'll come visit you at a concert'. But me being me I was to shy to say something so upfront, so I settled for "You tell me". This turned out to be even more clever, it made a devilish smirk play across Billie Joe's face for a moment before he said, "Get in the car".
"So you're saying that this little girl isn't a common shoplifter then?" how dare they, "Hey I'm 16 next month, and I'm not that little... oh and I'm not a shoplifter either!" somehow I always failed to get the important facts out first. The security people looked defeated. They couldn't prosecute me if I was under 16. "Why were you giving her your autograph? We should take you if you put it in her bag" "She asked for it, and there's no harm done, you can have your pen back... "
While he rummaged around in my bag for the pen I decided to stick up for him, I didn't want to be responsible for the lead singer of Green day getting into trouble with the English police, "Don't you know who he is? He's Billie Joe Armstrong for God's sake! You can't do anything about this, he's too powerful!" They looked from me, to Billie Joe. They obviously weren't fans of punk rock, and had no idea what I was talking about.
Billie Joe gazed up at me from the bag, looking rather flattered that I'd just called him 'powerful'. He brought out the pen and handed it to one of the less threatening security guards. They looked down at it like he'd handed back a stolen jewel, "It's been used" the guard grunted. That was it for Billie Joe; he wasn't taking any more shit from anyone. "Well, I'll pay for it then" he smiled sarcastically.
He snatched it back, threw it into the trolley that he'd left behind the crowd and walked over to a check out. They silently scanned his stuff (and the pen as well). The security people and me stood and watched in awe, as he carried on packing his bags like nothing had happened. We moved aside without making a sound as he pushed his trolley out through the automatic doors, and started making towards the parking lot. I unfroze and ran after him.
"Hey!" I caught him unloading the bags into his car. He stopped and turned to look at me. "Thanks again" I said out of breath. He paused for a moment before saying, "That's the third time you've said that". I stood there, feeling well and truly in-debt to him, since he'd signed my midriff, hugged me and saved me from a shop lifting drama. I couldn't say thank you enough. "I mean it, I owe you one". That was a stupid think to say. How was I meant to owe him anything?
"How do you intend to pay me back?" he asked curiously. I knew he was hinting for me to say something suggestive like 'I'll take you out for lunch' or 'if you give me tickets and a backstage pass I'll come visit you at a concert'. But me being me I was to shy to say something so upfront, so I settled for "You tell me". This turned out to be even more clever, it made a devilish smirk play across Billie Joe's face for a moment before he said, "Get in the car".
