She's a rebel's forgotten son, chapter 1
I sat outside on my front porch, that's were I relax and think. My room is to tiny, the house is loud, but outside its quiet and peacful.
I've known my dad's been a rock star my entire life. The first time it hit me was when I was five. I couldn't sleep so I walked downstairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch, watching some awards show. I climbed up on her lap and watched. I can remember seeing a guy that looked a lot like dad, so I pointed it out on the screen. My mom just said that it was dad. That's when I realized that I could watch my dad on tv.
But that's not the end of it. When I was eight and my dad was touring, I was in school at the time. We had to talk about what our parents do for a job. When I told everyone my dad was a rock star, no one believed me at first until my teacher confirmed it. I remember being angry and embaressed because I couldn't tell people about my dad and how proud I was of him because no one would believe me.
Still, even though I'm fifteen and am in highschool, I still get bombarded with questions and 'are you serious' 's and everything. I'm not even one of the popular kids too! I'm the quiet looser kid that can score tickets to any concert and that is related to a rock star. That's why I skip out on school and...I dunno. I get so confused sometimes that it isn't even funny. I can't talk to anyone about this because no one understands and no one has different views on anything. I've got only one best friend, but even he doesn't have any new opinions about the things I think about.
The new neighbors across the street have fully moved in. Mom went to see them and she told me it's only a girl my age and her grandmother. Her mom and dad died when she was younger. Mom says she was funny and that I would like her. Please. I have the worst luck when it comes to girls, even if I am just talking to them. They all hate me or love me too much. I hate it.
I think I see her outside now. Fuck, I can hear her singing along to 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. She's got a huge boom box at her side, while she sits on the steps. She's got her hair cut like Gerard Way's, only a bit shorter and shaggier. Its also black. She's wearing a black Ramones t-shirt, that's cool. Her jeans are worn and have rips in the knees, but you can tell they aren't cut or bought that way on perpose. They are filty and wrinkled, like her shirt. She's wearing black on black converses too.
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, with no escape from reality..." she sings and draws things on the steps with her fingers. She seems interesting, seemingly liking Queen and The Ramones.
I watch her for awhile. My mom liked her, that's a plus. Apperently the girl also knew who my mom was because she looked familiar. They met each other at one of my dad's concerts, they even got a picture together.
She...you know, she must have a name. What was it again? M something. I think it was Maria? Lets call her Maria. Maria's been to a bunch of Green Day concerts, she recently went to one in Massachuttes, were she used to live. Since it's the end of October, she's astounded at the weather. That made me laugh.
I get shaken from my thoughts as I glance down at street and see a black SUV make it's way to my house. It drives up my drive way and parks, then out pops Tre. I shrug and go back to looking at Maria.
Tre walks over to me and ruffles my hair. He looks in the direction I was looking and he instaintly spots Maria...aka a girl. "Oh...checking out the new neighbor, eh?" he asks slyly and I roll my eyes and shrug.
"She's my age apperently." I say and smile a little at the sound of her singing along to the blaring noise of her boom box. She's got a nice voice.
"Ooo...lucky fuck huh?" I jab him in the legs with my elbow, since he's standing up. "Well, atleast talk to her. I'm not pushing for you to start dating her but atleast get one friend that lives close by, ok?" I nod and wave my hand in the air. I hear him sigh and he walks into the house.
May be I should talk to her a bit? Find out more about her and may be become her friend? Or I could just spy on her or may be even spark a conversation by...oh I dont know...walking down there and play basketball? That last one sounds about right.
I rush into the gradge. God I hate how I run. I feel stupid when I do. I dont know why. I rumage threw the shit in our gradge and find the basketball. I slowly walk down the driveway while dribbling the ball at my side. I get down to the street and begin to toss the ball, over and over into the net. Of corse I'm not wonderful at this sport, since it kind of requires hight as a skill. I miss about half of the shots I try to make.
I turn around and look over at Maria. She changed the song to 'At the Library' for some reason. She smiles at me and walks across the street. My plan worked for once! "Hey, you Adrienne's son?" she asks and puts her hand on her hip and watches the ball bouce near my mailbox.
I nod. "Yup, Joey. You're....Maria, right?" I ask, smiling insanely. I like making new friends, since I never do.
"Yah. You play basketball?" she asks and walks over to the orange ball and picks it up. She dribbles it a bit and does a simple trick with it.
"Uh...I wish. I'm to short." she giggles and tosses the ball into the net with ease. Damn. She's good.
"Did you only walk over here to try and beat my ass and show off or what?" I say smirking as she tosses the ball over to me, with force. I catch it and stumble backwards in shock from the force.
"Well, I'd like the beating your ass part but..." I laugh lightly. She's got a mind as dirty as Tre's I see. "...No. I just thought I should meet you because your mom was so nice to me and told me a bit about you. Also, you're the only other fifteen year old here."
I smile and nod. "True. Now I've got a friend!" I yell out, hanging my arms in the air with fake and stupid pride. Maria doubles over in laughter.
"You should see how stupid you look!" she yells out and almost crashes to the ground in laughter. I laugh to, even though I've got no idea how stupid I look.
After Maria whooping my ass at a quick game of basketball, we sit on the curb and talk a bit. "You look a lot like your dad you know." Maria comments and looks me over. I nod and roll my eyes.
"I get that a lot...." I glance over at her and notice her eyes are green. a really bright color green now that they are all bright from the sun setting. "Your eyes are pretty." I blurt out without giving what I said a second thought. Maria glances at me and giggles as I feel my face grow hot.
"Thanks. Everyone tells me that without thinking it threw so dont be embaressed." she pauses and looks at my eyes. "That's weird. Your eyes are blue green." she says bluntly.
"Yah. My grandpa's eyes are like...bright blue so it just skipped down to me. My brother's the one that has the brown eyes like my mom." I pause and look at my shoes. "He's a lot like my mom...he...he doesn't play any instrament, only the kazoo..." Maria laughs and turns to grin at me.
"Yah, my brother was like my mom. A BITCH." she mutters and laughs. I do to lightly though, because I know her parents are dead. "He seriously was. I'm more like my father. From what I can remember about him anyway..." she says quietly and looks down at her shoes.
She looks back up at me, smiling slightly, then looks infront of her. "My dad died when I was nine. He was great, he was a musician and everything. I lived with him and my mom here, in Rodeo until he died. He died form drug abuse. My mom wanted out of here so we moved to Massachuttes because that's where most of my family moved to back before I was born. My mom remarried when I turned 10, to a stepdad that I loathed. My mom turned into a bitch. Along with the new dad comes along with a free little brother! Yay! My god I had the worst life ever!..." she glances at me form her out break of waving her hands in the air and smirks a bit. "Then, just when I was 14, they died. I've been living with my grandmother for a little less then a year, but I convinced her to move back to California. She's lived here until she decided to move because my grandpa died before I was born because of cancer." she finishes and looks over at me, smiling slightly.
"So, what's your story?" she asks and I shrug, trying to overcome the strange outburst of Maria's past.
"Well, my dad's a rock star so you can imagen what that's like..." I mutter and lean against the basketball hoop. Maria nods. "Yah, gone on tour, working his ass off, and...well...being worshiped by fans but only in the eyes of you he's your dad." Maria says and my mouth completely drops open.
"So, I see you've thought about this?" I ask smirking and she blushes a bit and nods.
"Yah. I mean, I new after watching some special that had you and your family on tv that to you, Billie joe Armstrong isn't a god, he's just your dad, nothing more. He might be your hero, but he's just a guy you've grown up with." Maria says and pushes a pebble back and forth with her finger. I smile.
"Glad to see someone----"
"JOEY! DINNER!" I snap my head over to the door and see my dad belt that out. He stands there and waves, then rushes back inside. I crindge a bit as Maria laughs.
"Ok, see you latter Joey, I should get going too." Maria says standing up and brushing herself off. I sigh and stand up, doing the same. Maria flashes me a smile before waving good bye and walking back to her house.
I've known my dad's been a rock star my entire life. The first time it hit me was when I was five. I couldn't sleep so I walked downstairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch, watching some awards show. I climbed up on her lap and watched. I can remember seeing a guy that looked a lot like dad, so I pointed it out on the screen. My mom just said that it was dad. That's when I realized that I could watch my dad on tv.
But that's not the end of it. When I was eight and my dad was touring, I was in school at the time. We had to talk about what our parents do for a job. When I told everyone my dad was a rock star, no one believed me at first until my teacher confirmed it. I remember being angry and embaressed because I couldn't tell people about my dad and how proud I was of him because no one would believe me.
Still, even though I'm fifteen and am in highschool, I still get bombarded with questions and 'are you serious' 's and everything. I'm not even one of the popular kids too! I'm the quiet looser kid that can score tickets to any concert and that is related to a rock star. That's why I skip out on school and...I dunno. I get so confused sometimes that it isn't even funny. I can't talk to anyone about this because no one understands and no one has different views on anything. I've got only one best friend, but even he doesn't have any new opinions about the things I think about.
The new neighbors across the street have fully moved in. Mom went to see them and she told me it's only a girl my age and her grandmother. Her mom and dad died when she was younger. Mom says she was funny and that I would like her. Please. I have the worst luck when it comes to girls, even if I am just talking to them. They all hate me or love me too much. I hate it.
I think I see her outside now. Fuck, I can hear her singing along to 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. She's got a huge boom box at her side, while she sits on the steps. She's got her hair cut like Gerard Way's, only a bit shorter and shaggier. Its also black. She's wearing a black Ramones t-shirt, that's cool. Her jeans are worn and have rips in the knees, but you can tell they aren't cut or bought that way on perpose. They are filty and wrinkled, like her shirt. She's wearing black on black converses too.
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, with no escape from reality..." she sings and draws things on the steps with her fingers. She seems interesting, seemingly liking Queen and The Ramones.
I watch her for awhile. My mom liked her, that's a plus. Apperently the girl also knew who my mom was because she looked familiar. They met each other at one of my dad's concerts, they even got a picture together.
She...you know, she must have a name. What was it again? M something. I think it was Maria? Lets call her Maria. Maria's been to a bunch of Green Day concerts, she recently went to one in Massachuttes, were she used to live. Since it's the end of October, she's astounded at the weather. That made me laugh.
I get shaken from my thoughts as I glance down at street and see a black SUV make it's way to my house. It drives up my drive way and parks, then out pops Tre. I shrug and go back to looking at Maria.
Tre walks over to me and ruffles my hair. He looks in the direction I was looking and he instaintly spots Maria...aka a girl. "Oh...checking out the new neighbor, eh?" he asks slyly and I roll my eyes and shrug.
"She's my age apperently." I say and smile a little at the sound of her singing along to the blaring noise of her boom box. She's got a nice voice.
"Ooo...lucky fuck huh?" I jab him in the legs with my elbow, since he's standing up. "Well, atleast talk to her. I'm not pushing for you to start dating her but atleast get one friend that lives close by, ok?" I nod and wave my hand in the air. I hear him sigh and he walks into the house.
May be I should talk to her a bit? Find out more about her and may be become her friend? Or I could just spy on her or may be even spark a conversation by...oh I dont know...walking down there and play basketball? That last one sounds about right.
I rush into the gradge. God I hate how I run. I feel stupid when I do. I dont know why. I rumage threw the shit in our gradge and find the basketball. I slowly walk down the driveway while dribbling the ball at my side. I get down to the street and begin to toss the ball, over and over into the net. Of corse I'm not wonderful at this sport, since it kind of requires hight as a skill. I miss about half of the shots I try to make.
I turn around and look over at Maria. She changed the song to 'At the Library' for some reason. She smiles at me and walks across the street. My plan worked for once! "Hey, you Adrienne's son?" she asks and puts her hand on her hip and watches the ball bouce near my mailbox.
I nod. "Yup, Joey. You're....Maria, right?" I ask, smiling insanely. I like making new friends, since I never do.
"Yah. You play basketball?" she asks and walks over to the orange ball and picks it up. She dribbles it a bit and does a simple trick with it.
"Uh...I wish. I'm to short." she giggles and tosses the ball into the net with ease. Damn. She's good.
"Did you only walk over here to try and beat my ass and show off or what?" I say smirking as she tosses the ball over to me, with force. I catch it and stumble backwards in shock from the force.
"Well, I'd like the beating your ass part but..." I laugh lightly. She's got a mind as dirty as Tre's I see. "...No. I just thought I should meet you because your mom was so nice to me and told me a bit about you. Also, you're the only other fifteen year old here."
I smile and nod. "True. Now I've got a friend!" I yell out, hanging my arms in the air with fake and stupid pride. Maria doubles over in laughter.
"You should see how stupid you look!" she yells out and almost crashes to the ground in laughter. I laugh to, even though I've got no idea how stupid I look.
After Maria whooping my ass at a quick game of basketball, we sit on the curb and talk a bit. "You look a lot like your dad you know." Maria comments and looks me over. I nod and roll my eyes.
"I get that a lot...." I glance over at her and notice her eyes are green. a really bright color green now that they are all bright from the sun setting. "Your eyes are pretty." I blurt out without giving what I said a second thought. Maria glances at me and giggles as I feel my face grow hot.
"Thanks. Everyone tells me that without thinking it threw so dont be embaressed." she pauses and looks at my eyes. "That's weird. Your eyes are blue green." she says bluntly.
"Yah. My grandpa's eyes are like...bright blue so it just skipped down to me. My brother's the one that has the brown eyes like my mom." I pause and look at my shoes. "He's a lot like my mom...he...he doesn't play any instrament, only the kazoo..." Maria laughs and turns to grin at me.
"Yah, my brother was like my mom. A BITCH." she mutters and laughs. I do to lightly though, because I know her parents are dead. "He seriously was. I'm more like my father. From what I can remember about him anyway..." she says quietly and looks down at her shoes.
She looks back up at me, smiling slightly, then looks infront of her. "My dad died when I was nine. He was great, he was a musician and everything. I lived with him and my mom here, in Rodeo until he died. He died form drug abuse. My mom wanted out of here so we moved to Massachuttes because that's where most of my family moved to back before I was born. My mom remarried when I turned 10, to a stepdad that I loathed. My mom turned into a bitch. Along with the new dad comes along with a free little brother! Yay! My god I had the worst life ever!..." she glances at me form her out break of waving her hands in the air and smirks a bit. "Then, just when I was 14, they died. I've been living with my grandmother for a little less then a year, but I convinced her to move back to California. She's lived here until she decided to move because my grandpa died before I was born because of cancer." she finishes and looks over at me, smiling slightly.
"So, what's your story?" she asks and I shrug, trying to overcome the strange outburst of Maria's past.
"Well, my dad's a rock star so you can imagen what that's like..." I mutter and lean against the basketball hoop. Maria nods. "Yah, gone on tour, working his ass off, and...well...being worshiped by fans but only in the eyes of you he's your dad." Maria says and my mouth completely drops open.
"So, I see you've thought about this?" I ask smirking and she blushes a bit and nods.
"Yah. I mean, I new after watching some special that had you and your family on tv that to you, Billie joe Armstrong isn't a god, he's just your dad, nothing more. He might be your hero, but he's just a guy you've grown up with." Maria says and pushes a pebble back and forth with her finger. I smile.
"Glad to see someone----"
"JOEY! DINNER!" I snap my head over to the door and see my dad belt that out. He stands there and waves, then rushes back inside. I crindge a bit as Maria laughs.
"Ok, see you latter Joey, I should get going too." Maria says standing up and brushing herself off. I sigh and stand up, doing the same. Maria flashes me a smile before waving good bye and walking back to her house.
