She's a Rebel, chapter 5
For a moment I thought he was going to start yelling at me, but instead he looked back at Billie Joe and walked out calmly. "That was awesome, nice going," laughed Billie Joe. He had unleashed my rebellious side. "Now that you've met Tre, I'll have to introduce you to Mike" Now that I'd met Tre? More like made enemies with him.
"Where is Mike... oh and why are you introducing us? I didn't want to ask earlier but why are you doing this?" I'd not really thought about the fact that what was happening was very bizarre, till now, when all sorts of questions started popping into my head. "This is all very nice of you, but... why?" Billie Joe blinked at me for a minute. He didn't appear to know the answer either.
"Mike's at the arena, sorting out stuff for the gig tomorrow night. Do you wanna come?" "Have you ignored what I've just said?" I hadn't meant to say this out loud, and now he looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to say that! Errr... I mean... " I was so damn rude at times. I needed to learn to keep my thoughts to myself. "Yes I'll come, I'd love to" This perked Billie Joe up, he stood staring intently at me for a moment before saying, "I brought you here because you looked fun, and believe it or not you don't get a lot of that being me"
We sat together and watched the music channels on TV for a while; Billie Joe changed the channel whenever anything from Green day came up (he must get pretty sick of hearing his own music everyday). But I was too busy thinking about what he'd just said. He didn't know me; he can't have brought me here because I 'looked' fun. And what was with the sympathy vote, it was like he was trying to win me over. The truth is I didn't need to be. I had been obsessed with him for three years. I'd kissed my posters every night and gone to sleep dreaming of him. He'd won me over a long time ago.
I awoke and found myself looking up into a pair of sparkling green eyes, "Hey there sleepy head, enjoy your nap?" I didn't remember falling asleep with my head on Billie Joe's knee, yet I found myself being manoeuvred around so that he could get up. Shit I best not have snored! I pulled myself up and turned to see out the window. It was dark already; I must have been asleep for at least a few hours.
"Want some food?" asked Billie Joe standing by the phone, "Yes please, that'd be great thanks" I said suddenly realising that I do actually say my P's and Q's rather a lot. We had a fun time ordering really weird sounding things off room service, and when it arrived we found that we didn't really like the look of any of it either. "I suppose we'll just have to pick up Mike and go out some place then" I didn't really feel like going out, but who was I to complain. "I'll just go to the bathroom first, I can't believe I'm meaning Mike Dirnt, my friends will hate me" He smiled, "Actually you've already met Mike, kind of, he came over to see me an hour ago, when you were asleep."
I moaned knowing that the first impression I'd given Mike was going to be that I was a dozy mess, and slumped over to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my reflection, "Whoever the fuck did that is fucking DEAD!"
"Where is Mike... oh and why are you introducing us? I didn't want to ask earlier but why are you doing this?" I'd not really thought about the fact that what was happening was very bizarre, till now, when all sorts of questions started popping into my head. "This is all very nice of you, but... why?" Billie Joe blinked at me for a minute. He didn't appear to know the answer either.
"Mike's at the arena, sorting out stuff for the gig tomorrow night. Do you wanna come?" "Have you ignored what I've just said?" I hadn't meant to say this out loud, and now he looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to say that! Errr... I mean... " I was so damn rude at times. I needed to learn to keep my thoughts to myself. "Yes I'll come, I'd love to" This perked Billie Joe up, he stood staring intently at me for a moment before saying, "I brought you here because you looked fun, and believe it or not you don't get a lot of that being me"
We sat together and watched the music channels on TV for a while; Billie Joe changed the channel whenever anything from Green day came up (he must get pretty sick of hearing his own music everyday). But I was too busy thinking about what he'd just said. He didn't know me; he can't have brought me here because I 'looked' fun. And what was with the sympathy vote, it was like he was trying to win me over. The truth is I didn't need to be. I had been obsessed with him for three years. I'd kissed my posters every night and gone to sleep dreaming of him. He'd won me over a long time ago.
I awoke and found myself looking up into a pair of sparkling green eyes, "Hey there sleepy head, enjoy your nap?" I didn't remember falling asleep with my head on Billie Joe's knee, yet I found myself being manoeuvred around so that he could get up. Shit I best not have snored! I pulled myself up and turned to see out the window. It was dark already; I must have been asleep for at least a few hours.
"Want some food?" asked Billie Joe standing by the phone, "Yes please, that'd be great thanks" I said suddenly realising that I do actually say my P's and Q's rather a lot. We had a fun time ordering really weird sounding things off room service, and when it arrived we found that we didn't really like the look of any of it either. "I suppose we'll just have to pick up Mike and go out some place then" I didn't really feel like going out, but who was I to complain. "I'll just go to the bathroom first, I can't believe I'm meaning Mike Dirnt, my friends will hate me" He smiled, "Actually you've already met Mike, kind of, he came over to see me an hour ago, when you were asleep."
I moaned knowing that the first impression I'd given Mike was going to be that I was a dozy mess, and slumped over to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my reflection, "Whoever the fuck did that is fucking DEAD!"
