We're Just Melodramatic Fools (Billie Joe Armstrong), chapter 4
-Billie Joe's Point of View-
"Was,...already am. Same difference." Skye said. Then she hung up on me. She has an eating disorder? I honestly didn't know what to think. She didn't really look like she had one. I mean, sure she was really thin, but not that thin. And why would she actually choose to throw up? Most people wouldn't do that by choice. She seriously needs help.
My thoughts were interupted by hearing someone yell my name.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Get over here, hot stuff!" Tre screamed. I sighed and went downstairs, where Mike and Tre were.
"Hey, guys. Read to practise?"
"Yeah, but you're not. Something's wrong." Mike said.
"I don't want to talk about it." I muttered, going into the garage with my guitar.
"Come on, Billie. Tell us!" Mike whined. "You never used to keep things from us. Why start now?" I tried ignoring them, and I started playing. But they wouldn't play along.
"Guys, can we just talk about it some other time?" I asked hopefully.
"No. Tell us!" Tre shouted in an eager voice.
I told them about Skye, and how she was anti-social and all else mentally unstable. Tre and Mike listened with their jaws dropped.
"So, you like a crazy chick?" Tre asked.
"Yeah....wait, I don't like her. And she's NOT crazy!" I yelled.
"Billie Joe and Skye sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-" I managed to shut him up by grabbing on of his drumsticks and wapping him on the head withi it.
"Ochies!" He screamed. We heard someone laugh, and we all turned around.
"Skye? What're you doing here?"
-Normal Point of View-
"Skye? What're you doing here?" Billie Joe asked.
"You left this at DQ." I said, handing him a necklace.
"Keep it." He said. I smiled. Wow, I'm in a good mood for once. "Well, since you're here, do you wanna meet the guys?" He asked. I sighed, but agreed.
A guy with brown hair raised up a drumstick. "I'm Tre!" He screamed.
"And I'm Mike." A blonde guy said.
"You're HOT!" Tre screamed. I started blushing like mad, and Billie Joe glared at Tre like he was going to kill him. When he thought I couldn't hear him, he whispered, "I saw her first, Tre. Keep your hands off of her." I hoped that meant he liked me as much as I liked him.
-Billie Joe's Point of View-
"I saw her first, Tre. Keep your hands off of her." I whispered angirly. Tre smirked.
"I was right. You do like her." He whispered back. I glared at him, then looked back at Skye. Her black hair was in a low ponytail, like it usually was. She was wearing a black David Bowie tee-shirt and a pair of baggy black pants.
If Tre asks her out I'll kill him. I thought. God, I've only known her for a day and I already like her. I'm messed up.
"Billie, I gotta go, okay?" Skye said. Why is she always the first to leave?
"Oh. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yeah." Then she walked away.
"Was,...already am. Same difference." Skye said. Then she hung up on me. She has an eating disorder? I honestly didn't know what to think. She didn't really look like she had one. I mean, sure she was really thin, but not that thin. And why would she actually choose to throw up? Most people wouldn't do that by choice. She seriously needs help.
My thoughts were interupted by hearing someone yell my name.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Get over here, hot stuff!" Tre screamed. I sighed and went downstairs, where Mike and Tre were.
"Hey, guys. Read to practise?"
"Yeah, but you're not. Something's wrong." Mike said.
"I don't want to talk about it." I muttered, going into the garage with my guitar.
"Come on, Billie. Tell us!" Mike whined. "You never used to keep things from us. Why start now?" I tried ignoring them, and I started playing. But they wouldn't play along.
"Guys, can we just talk about it some other time?" I asked hopefully.
"No. Tell us!" Tre shouted in an eager voice.
I told them about Skye, and how she was anti-social and all else mentally unstable. Tre and Mike listened with their jaws dropped.
"So, you like a crazy chick?" Tre asked.
"Yeah....wait, I don't like her. And she's NOT crazy!" I yelled.
"Billie Joe and Skye sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-" I managed to shut him up by grabbing on of his drumsticks and wapping him on the head withi it.
"Ochies!" He screamed. We heard someone laugh, and we all turned around.
"Skye? What're you doing here?"
-Normal Point of View-
"Skye? What're you doing here?" Billie Joe asked.
"You left this at DQ." I said, handing him a necklace.
"Keep it." He said. I smiled. Wow, I'm in a good mood for once. "Well, since you're here, do you wanna meet the guys?" He asked. I sighed, but agreed.
A guy with brown hair raised up a drumstick. "I'm Tre!" He screamed.
"And I'm Mike." A blonde guy said.
"You're HOT!" Tre screamed. I started blushing like mad, and Billie Joe glared at Tre like he was going to kill him. When he thought I couldn't hear him, he whispered, "I saw her first, Tre. Keep your hands off of her." I hoped that meant he liked me as much as I liked him.
-Billie Joe's Point of View-
"I saw her first, Tre. Keep your hands off of her." I whispered angirly. Tre smirked.
"I was right. You do like her." He whispered back. I glared at him, then looked back at Skye. Her black hair was in a low ponytail, like it usually was. She was wearing a black David Bowie tee-shirt and a pair of baggy black pants.
If Tre asks her out I'll kill him. I thought. God, I've only known her for a day and I already like her. I'm messed up.
"Billie, I gotta go, okay?" Skye said. Why is she always the first to leave?
"Oh. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yeah." Then she walked away.
