When Whatsername left, chapter 1
Hi. My name is Whatsername. I have no name... As you could tell. No-body likes me and I have never had friends. Well, only one. Billie Joe Armstrong.
He was the only person that understood me.
We met in grade 9. Well, we didn't meet. I was in his classes and I sat next to him in nearly all my lessons. Back then, my name was Jane. Jane Astra. I had a crush on him but still, back then, I had no friends at all. I hated my life, as nothing was worth living for. Until I met him. I'd enjoy and was excited about school. When I sat next to him, it felt as though he was holding on to my heart.
"Hey!" I said, quietly to Billie as we sat at our table. "How are you today?"
"I'm ok..." Still, he looked down.
"Ok..." I whispered.
"Ok... I'm just upset about my dad dying. I had a dream about him last night. Just brought back memorys." He blurted out, like he had been dying to say it, in one whole breath.
"So, what are you liking now, as you always like something new everyday" I kidded with him, to make him feel better.
"You..." He whispered. He looked up at me and just smiled.
"Are you kidding with me? Because If you are..." I put my fist up with a laugh. He smiled at me and shook his head.
"I've always felt this way..." He fumbled with his thumbs." I just have never had enough confidence to tell you, Jane."
Oh No! My face was going red. I could feel. Just don't say or do anything else, I thought to my self.
"You have hair in your eyes..." He touched my face and removed the strand that had been sewpt across my forehead. I had to turn away...
"Billie! Jane! Stop playing kissie kissie and pay attention!" Our art teacher shouted at us from the front of the classroom. We removed our eye lock and face the board. Today, we were to draw something we really liked and paint it. I think we had enough time, as it was double art. I started to draw a guitar and music notes around it. I turned to look at Billies' paper. He had drawn a girl, hiding in the corner, with roses spread around her feet.
"Whos that?" I asked. He dropped his pencil, lightly.
"It's you." He picked up his pecil and carried on.
And from this moment on I knew we were both in love.
He was the only person that understood me.
We met in grade 9. Well, we didn't meet. I was in his classes and I sat next to him in nearly all my lessons. Back then, my name was Jane. Jane Astra. I had a crush on him but still, back then, I had no friends at all. I hated my life, as nothing was worth living for. Until I met him. I'd enjoy and was excited about school. When I sat next to him, it felt as though he was holding on to my heart.
"Hey!" I said, quietly to Billie as we sat at our table. "How are you today?"
"I'm ok..." Still, he looked down.
"Ok..." I whispered.
"Ok... I'm just upset about my dad dying. I had a dream about him last night. Just brought back memorys." He blurted out, like he had been dying to say it, in one whole breath.
"So, what are you liking now, as you always like something new everyday" I kidded with him, to make him feel better.
"You..." He whispered. He looked up at me and just smiled.
"Are you kidding with me? Because If you are..." I put my fist up with a laugh. He smiled at me and shook his head.
"I've always felt this way..." He fumbled with his thumbs." I just have never had enough confidence to tell you, Jane."
Oh No! My face was going red. I could feel. Just don't say or do anything else, I thought to my self.
"You have hair in your eyes..." He touched my face and removed the strand that had been sewpt across my forehead. I had to turn away...
"Billie! Jane! Stop playing kissie kissie and pay attention!" Our art teacher shouted at us from the front of the classroom. We removed our eye lock and face the board. Today, we were to draw something we really liked and paint it. I think we had enough time, as it was double art. I started to draw a guitar and music notes around it. I turned to look at Billies' paper. He had drawn a girl, hiding in the corner, with roses spread around her feet.
"Whos that?" I asked. He dropped his pencil, lightly.
"It's you." He picked up his pecil and carried on.
And from this moment on I knew we were both in love.
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