The Only Way I Know, chapter 3
"Holy shit," is all I could say at the moment.
"Um...here you go," he said handing me my guitar. "What kind is it?" he asked.
"Oh uh...it' just an epiphone," I said snapping out of my daze.
"Erm..not to be nosey or anything, but why do you have a guitar and stuff with you in Walmart?" he asked.
"Oh, uh...I ran away."
"How about I buy you a snack and we go walk and you can tell me everything," he smiled.
"Oh, thanks. I really appreciate it," I said. I picked out a few beef sticks and Billie paid for them.
We walked out of Walmart and just started walking down the street. "Um..what about your car?" I questioned.
"Oh, I walk. It helps me think and it's excersising." he said. "So, what happened to you at home?" he asked.
"I uh..I don't really know. I just couldn't take it anymore. My parents didn't understand anything I was going through. They just thought I was obsessed with music and it's a phase and everything, but they really don't know what music means to me. They'd always make me do the gayest things also. They made me friggin make my bed everyday and clean my room once a week and my mom would check it. I mean what the fuck? It's not like anyone else goes in my room. It's [u]my[/u] room. They always told me everyday to strive to get straight A's and that they know I'm smart. I get fucking grounded if I get a C. I mean I don't even see the point in school. It's retarded. The teachers are so boring and I don't learn a single thing. And I also always wondered what it would be like to but 409 in my teacher's coffee..." I smiled. Billie started laughing. "Ah, yeah, that was pretty great," he said.
"Damn beefstick," I mumbled trying to rip one of them open.
"Here uh...let me get that," he said. He put it to his mouth and got it open with his teeth.
"Thanks," I said.
"So, you know what. I just realized that I don't even know your name," he said.
"It's Brittany. You may call me Brit if you want," I said.
"So uh...how long have you been playing the guitar?"
"Uh..not that long actually. I played the bass for about a year then I got an electric and I've been playing the electric for almost a year. I'm not that great but I try," I said. "What's your favorite brand of guitar?" I asked him.
"Um...I really don't know. I tend to like Gibson and Fender. Uh...you have nowhere to go right?"
"Right," I said.
"Well then how about you come back to my house and I can show you some of my guitars," he smiled.
"Oh my gosh, that would be fuckin' awesome," I said.
"You know you cuss a bunch for someone who's.....wait...how old are you?"
"I'm 17," I said. "And I never even cussed before I started listening to Green Day."
"Yeah, my parents were pretty mad about that," Billie grinned.
"I finally convinced my parents to get me American Idiot and Bullet in a Bible....it's a very long story. But they never let me get The Network's CD. I've always wanted it."
"Why would you want their CD? I absolutely hate them," he said looking down trying not to look at me.
"Because I've heard a few of the songs from the CD and I like it," I replied.
After a few seconds of silence I decided to say, "Come on Billie. Just admit that you guys are The Network. It's pretty obvious."
"We are not the fucking Network," he said smling. "We hate them."
"We?"
"The band."
"Ah."
"Well, here we are," Billie said as I looked up and we were standing in front of a house.
"Um...here you go," he said handing me my guitar. "What kind is it?" he asked.
"Oh uh...it' just an epiphone," I said snapping out of my daze.
"Erm..not to be nosey or anything, but why do you have a guitar and stuff with you in Walmart?" he asked.
"Oh, uh...I ran away."
"How about I buy you a snack and we go walk and you can tell me everything," he smiled.
"Oh, thanks. I really appreciate it," I said. I picked out a few beef sticks and Billie paid for them.
We walked out of Walmart and just started walking down the street. "Um..what about your car?" I questioned.
"Oh, I walk. It helps me think and it's excersising." he said. "So, what happened to you at home?" he asked.
"I uh..I don't really know. I just couldn't take it anymore. My parents didn't understand anything I was going through. They just thought I was obsessed with music and it's a phase and everything, but they really don't know what music means to me. They'd always make me do the gayest things also. They made me friggin make my bed everyday and clean my room once a week and my mom would check it. I mean what the fuck? It's not like anyone else goes in my room. It's [u]my[/u] room. They always told me everyday to strive to get straight A's and that they know I'm smart. I get fucking grounded if I get a C. I mean I don't even see the point in school. It's retarded. The teachers are so boring and I don't learn a single thing. And I also always wondered what it would be like to but 409 in my teacher's coffee..." I smiled. Billie started laughing. "Ah, yeah, that was pretty great," he said.
"Damn beefstick," I mumbled trying to rip one of them open.
"Here uh...let me get that," he said. He put it to his mouth and got it open with his teeth.
"Thanks," I said.
"So, you know what. I just realized that I don't even know your name," he said.
"It's Brittany. You may call me Brit if you want," I said.
"So uh...how long have you been playing the guitar?"
"Uh..not that long actually. I played the bass for about a year then I got an electric and I've been playing the electric for almost a year. I'm not that great but I try," I said. "What's your favorite brand of guitar?" I asked him.
"Um...I really don't know. I tend to like Gibson and Fender. Uh...you have nowhere to go right?"
"Right," I said.
"Well then how about you come back to my house and I can show you some of my guitars," he smiled.
"Oh my gosh, that would be fuckin' awesome," I said.
"You know you cuss a bunch for someone who's.....wait...how old are you?"
"I'm 17," I said. "And I never even cussed before I started listening to Green Day."
"Yeah, my parents were pretty mad about that," Billie grinned.
"I finally convinced my parents to get me American Idiot and Bullet in a Bible....it's a very long story. But they never let me get The Network's CD. I've always wanted it."
"Why would you want their CD? I absolutely hate them," he said looking down trying not to look at me.
"Because I've heard a few of the songs from the CD and I like it," I replied.
After a few seconds of silence I decided to say, "Come on Billie. Just admit that you guys are The Network. It's pretty obvious."
"We are not the fucking Network," he said smling. "We hate them."
"We?"
"The band."
"Ah."
"Well, here we are," Billie said as I looked up and we were standing in front of a house.
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