The Stranger on the Bus, chapter 1
Okay, so I don't really know hw to start this whole story thing so I'll just give you my name, which is Elle Jackson. I'm a 19 year old punk who is absoulutly broke, living in Berkley California. I own a small apartment down near Gillman street, and work in a music shop about ten minutes away. My mom and younger sister live back in New York, I ditched that scene when I was about 17 Yrs. Old. I have Black hair and Brown eyes. I weigh about 110 and I'm 5/6. So right now I'm just sitting on the couch watching Green day on this thing called Comp'd on Fuse. I love Green day!! I've been a fan since the begining. I'm dressed in a old Nimrod shirt, Black Dickies and Khol eye liner. My feet are propped up on the table while BJ starts to sing Minority. "I don't need your authority..." I sing along. I look at my watch and notice the time.
"Fuck!!" I curse. Its noon and I have to be at work in ten minutes. I jump up, grab my black heavy jacket and jet out of the house and to the bus. Just as I get to the bus stop, the bus is arriving. I get on and go to the back and sit. I turn on my Nimrod CD and listen to it. "Another turnin' point a fork stuck in the road, time grabs you by the wrist and directs you were to go..." I sing along once more. As the bus stops I see a familier figure get on. He was tallish shortish, dressed in Black trousers and a Black Hoody that said Fuck off, he sits down next to me. His hood is pulled over his head, but I can see a glare in his eyes and realize he wearing shades. I turn my head back so I'm staring out the window and continue to sing. "I hope you have the time of your life..." I fall into a little trance. I didn't realize that someone was staring at me until I turned off my CD player.
The man had taken off his hood and was still watching me, a slight grin planted on his face. He had Black hair, slightly curly. I glance over at him. "What?" I ask. "Uh nothing, Its just I like your singing." He says quietly. "Um thanks." I say annoyed already. "Um My names Billie Joe by the way..." he says. I turn to him, wide eyed and almost drooling. "You mean Billie Joe from Green day?" I ask. He smiles again and nods his head. "Holy shit!!" I said loudly. People turn and look at me. He chuckles at me. "Well since you know who I am, can I get your name?" he asks.
"Um, oh yeah sorry, Its Elle Jackson." I say. "Cool." He says. Silence falls upon us. "Sooo where ya headed?" he asked looking down at his scuffed up chucks. "To work, Where you goin' Mr. Armstrong?" I ask smiling. "Uh to my friends house. You probably know him. As a matter of fact I know you know him...Tre' Cool?" He says. "Oh yeah, I definantly know him, My friend has the biggest crush on him." I say. "Everybody loves Tre." He says. "You can come with me to meet him if you want." He adds quietly. "I would but I have to go to work." I say. "You can ditch for one day can't ya?" Billie says in a pleading voice. "Hmm I guess." I pull out my cell phone and call my boss and tell him I can't make it. "Yeah it works." I say. "Cool your coming?" he asks excitedly. "I Guess." I say.
"Cool!!" He says again. Soon we getoff the bus and walk a couple streets. "So why are you taking the public bus? Don't you have like a thousand cars?" I ask looking down at my sneakers. "Yeah a buncha cheap cars that break down." He says. "Ahh that sucks." I say. "Tell me about it, Especially when Tre' lives way out in the fucking boonies." he says kicking a soda can. "Heh Boonies." I chcukle. "Its ture! I mean come on look how far we've walked!!" he says laughing with me. "So Billie, How old are you?" I ask. "26, You?" He says interested. "19." I say. "Hmm not to much of a difference." he says grinning. "Billie!!" I say. "What?? Seriously its not." He says with a little laugh. "Why do you care? You probably have a girlfriend anyway..." I mutter. "Actually no. But I really like you." He mutters the last part.
"Really?" I ask. "Yeah, you seem pretty cool." he says smiling his cute little smile. "Thanks, your cool too." I say. "Yeah I know." He says smiling again. I hit him playfully in the arm. "Hey!!" he says laughing. "Loook were almost there!!" he says throwing me over his shoulder. He starts to run. "BILLIE PUT ME DOWN!!" I pleed. "Nope! Your to slow of a walker!" he yells. Finally he sets me down right outside of a house.
"Fuck!!" I curse. Its noon and I have to be at work in ten minutes. I jump up, grab my black heavy jacket and jet out of the house and to the bus. Just as I get to the bus stop, the bus is arriving. I get on and go to the back and sit. I turn on my Nimrod CD and listen to it. "Another turnin' point a fork stuck in the road, time grabs you by the wrist and directs you were to go..." I sing along once more. As the bus stops I see a familier figure get on. He was tallish shortish, dressed in Black trousers and a Black Hoody that said Fuck off, he sits down next to me. His hood is pulled over his head, but I can see a glare in his eyes and realize he wearing shades. I turn my head back so I'm staring out the window and continue to sing. "I hope you have the time of your life..." I fall into a little trance. I didn't realize that someone was staring at me until I turned off my CD player.
The man had taken off his hood and was still watching me, a slight grin planted on his face. He had Black hair, slightly curly. I glance over at him. "What?" I ask. "Uh nothing, Its just I like your singing." He says quietly. "Um thanks." I say annoyed already. "Um My names Billie Joe by the way..." he says. I turn to him, wide eyed and almost drooling. "You mean Billie Joe from Green day?" I ask. He smiles again and nods his head. "Holy shit!!" I said loudly. People turn and look at me. He chuckles at me. "Well since you know who I am, can I get your name?" he asks.
"Um, oh yeah sorry, Its Elle Jackson." I say. "Cool." He says. Silence falls upon us. "Sooo where ya headed?" he asked looking down at his scuffed up chucks. "To work, Where you goin' Mr. Armstrong?" I ask smiling. "Uh to my friends house. You probably know him. As a matter of fact I know you know him...Tre' Cool?" He says. "Oh yeah, I definantly know him, My friend has the biggest crush on him." I say. "Everybody loves Tre." He says. "You can come with me to meet him if you want." He adds quietly. "I would but I have to go to work." I say. "You can ditch for one day can't ya?" Billie says in a pleading voice. "Hmm I guess." I pull out my cell phone and call my boss and tell him I can't make it. "Yeah it works." I say. "Cool your coming?" he asks excitedly. "I Guess." I say.
"Cool!!" He says again. Soon we getoff the bus and walk a couple streets. "So why are you taking the public bus? Don't you have like a thousand cars?" I ask looking down at my sneakers. "Yeah a buncha cheap cars that break down." He says. "Ahh that sucks." I say. "Tell me about it, Especially when Tre' lives way out in the fucking boonies." he says kicking a soda can. "Heh Boonies." I chcukle. "Its ture! I mean come on look how far we've walked!!" he says laughing with me. "So Billie, How old are you?" I ask. "26, You?" He says interested. "19." I say. "Hmm not to much of a difference." he says grinning. "Billie!!" I say. "What?? Seriously its not." He says with a little laugh. "Why do you care? You probably have a girlfriend anyway..." I mutter. "Actually no. But I really like you." He mutters the last part.
"Really?" I ask. "Yeah, you seem pretty cool." he says smiling his cute little smile. "Thanks, your cool too." I say. "Yeah I know." He says smiling again. I hit him playfully in the arm. "Hey!!" he says laughing. "Loook were almost there!!" he says throwing me over his shoulder. He starts to run. "BILLIE PUT ME DOWN!!" I pleed. "Nope! Your to slow of a walker!" he yells. Finally he sets me down right outside of a house.
