When Billie Crashed His Car, chapter 8
**Two years later**
"Shit! Stop doing that Lesley!"
Lesley, my best friend, got my Nimrod cd and was playing with it dangerously. The cd was about to fall from her hands but I ran to save it. I looked at Lesley angrily but she just smiled playfully.
"Oh, sorry Melanie," she muttered still smiling.
"Well, you know I love this cd!"
"Stop caring about the fucking cd so much!" Lesley yelled.
We were standing stiffly; ready to punch each other's face. Then I sat on the nearest chair and relaxed a little. We had grown so much and we were stronger.
"Sorry about this situation, Lesley."
"I'm sorry too, Mel, really."
We fell in to a huge silence.
"Hey, to tell you the truth, I'm tired of listening to Green Day everyday," told me Lesley.
"Yeah, but... "
"Yes, I know what you're gonna say," she stopped for a while to imitate me, "'Since that kiss, oh my, I'm gonna be a Green Day fan forever!' You said that two years ago," Lesley crossed her arms.
I looked at her puzzled. "You know what, I'm gonna meet again Green Day someday."
"Whatever."
"Ok, Lesley, bye then. Gotta go," I ran to the door to get outside. Since I was older I could get back home walking alone. As I walked I kicked everything I saw, imagining it was Lesley's face. Since I met Billie Joe, I liked him so much. He kissed me, which meant he loved me too. Every time I had a boyfriend I thought he was Billie so I fell terribly in love with every of them. My friends were the only ones that knew my problem.
I got home and all my family was there, watching television. They must have noticed my puppy eyes so they didn't bothered me. I went straight to my room to rest for a while. My little bro, Demian, who was just 15, came running to my room.
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Author's note
Ok, in the past parts of the story I'm supposed to be 15 years old but in real life I'm just 12 years old, OK?! In this part I'm now 17! OK?!
***
Demian ran inside my room destroying everything he saw. His face had a wide smile.
"Go away, you idiot!" I tried to say pushing him away. He stopped doing stupid actions and looked at me happily.
"Hey, guess what?" he said.
"What?" I asked sounding bored.
"Dad got us a pair of tickets to see Green Day on concert!"
I stood up immediately and shook my head violently.
"What the fuck are you saying?!" I told him.
"Yup, what you have heard, a pair of tickets and backstage passes too!"
I opened my mouth, but didn't say anything. I was gonna see Billie Joe again...
"Shit! Stop doing that Lesley!"
Lesley, my best friend, got my Nimrod cd and was playing with it dangerously. The cd was about to fall from her hands but I ran to save it. I looked at Lesley angrily but she just smiled playfully.
"Oh, sorry Melanie," she muttered still smiling.
"Well, you know I love this cd!"
"Stop caring about the fucking cd so much!" Lesley yelled.
We were standing stiffly; ready to punch each other's face. Then I sat on the nearest chair and relaxed a little. We had grown so much and we were stronger.
"Sorry about this situation, Lesley."
"I'm sorry too, Mel, really."
We fell in to a huge silence.
"Hey, to tell you the truth, I'm tired of listening to Green Day everyday," told me Lesley.
"Yeah, but... "
"Yes, I know what you're gonna say," she stopped for a while to imitate me, "'Since that kiss, oh my, I'm gonna be a Green Day fan forever!' You said that two years ago," Lesley crossed her arms.
I looked at her puzzled. "You know what, I'm gonna meet again Green Day someday."
"Whatever."
"Ok, Lesley, bye then. Gotta go," I ran to the door to get outside. Since I was older I could get back home walking alone. As I walked I kicked everything I saw, imagining it was Lesley's face. Since I met Billie Joe, I liked him so much. He kissed me, which meant he loved me too. Every time I had a boyfriend I thought he was Billie so I fell terribly in love with every of them. My friends were the only ones that knew my problem.
I got home and all my family was there, watching television. They must have noticed my puppy eyes so they didn't bothered me. I went straight to my room to rest for a while. My little bro, Demian, who was just 15, came running to my room.
***
Author's note
Ok, in the past parts of the story I'm supposed to be 15 years old but in real life I'm just 12 years old, OK?! In this part I'm now 17! OK?!
***
Demian ran inside my room destroying everything he saw. His face had a wide smile.
"Go away, you idiot!" I tried to say pushing him away. He stopped doing stupid actions and looked at me happily.
"Hey, guess what?" he said.
"What?" I asked sounding bored.
"Dad got us a pair of tickets to see Green Day on concert!"
I stood up immediately and shook my head violently.
"What the fuck are you saying?!" I told him.
"Yup, what you have heard, a pair of tickets and backstage passes too!"
I opened my mouth, but didn't say anything. I was gonna see Billie Joe again...
