A new day, a new start..., chapter 1
Don't you hate it, when things seem to be going so right. But really, there only getting better, to get so much worse. That's what happens to me anyway, well, that's what i think happened, i don't really remember very well, but it is still kinda clear. Kinda. I'll just carry on for where i am now, might as well, seen as every thing else is a blur at the moment. I'll bring a few basics into the picture. My names Natalie, i'm 26 but still acting like a depressed teenager, sad.
I sat alone on a bench, in a deserted park that seemed only to be used for Junkies, dealers and/or drunk bastards. I was here for only one reason, to drown my sorrow, in my own pathetic, feeling sorry for myself, pain. Sighing i leant back into the bench, the hairs on the back of my neck rising as my shoulders hit the cold, wet wood. My long black hair was loose, hanging to my waist, red streaks glimmering a purpley color in the dull grey light. A pale skin complection, and bright green eyes was something you couldn't really miss, along with my dark hair. A usual Green Day T-shirt, blue ripped jeans and some combat boots is all i wear, apart from a black hoodie, ignoring the chilling wind biting into my skin as i sighed. I turned my arm so my palm was facing up and pushed my sleeve up my arm. A few smaller scars which had faded, a few newer and some healing slits in my arm. I dropped the sleeve and stood up, i could see a few drunken sods further a long the street so i would leave before they got to me. There were three of them actually, laughing, some of them humming and singing. I ignored them as they joked to each other and hid behind a tree. I didn't want to be caught in one of there fights, or perverted behaviour. As they past i swear i recognised them. I doubt it, but how come they look like... Green Day.
"Oh my fucking god..."
I muttered under my breath, how could this be? Why here? Why in England? Oh yeah, i forgot, they had just had there tour, but why here? So many questions, and i doubt there'd be any answers. I his behind the tree as they wen't past, well they weren't drunk, just being there usual selves, or so i'd heard, seen as i've never met them before. Taking a deep breath i stepped out from behind the tree and began to walk past them. I fell forward flat on my face as i tripped in front of them. In front of them. I cursed and heard voices ahead of me.
"Oh shit..."
They all had strange smiles on there faces, i rolled my eyes and struggled to get to my feet.
"Why are you here?"
I said kinda rudely, then realised what i said and blushed. They raised an eyebrow and Tre just laughed. I bit my lip and waited for an answer. They seemed to be thinking. Did they take there time.
"Well, we were on tour, ya know seen as we are Green Day."
I smiled slightly. I knew they were Green Day, who wouldn't. I made a point of this. Folding my arms as if i didn't believe them i raised an eyebrow boredly.
"Yeah, i know. Who wouldn't? I mean, your like the biggest band at the moment. Well that's what i think."
Oh god. I don't think flattery would work. Mike looked as bored as ever, well i didn 't really put on a charming show now, did i? Billie had a weak smile, a fake smile and Tre was just eyeing me up completely, as he does, ya know.
"So your a fan. We've been trying to find one, seems they don't come to easily."
I raised my eyebrows and let my arms drop.
"You gotta be kiddin' me."
Billie just shrugged and smiled, i lifted my arm up to tuck my hair behind my hair and my sleeve fell down. Crap. Now they were fixed on my arm and i froze, Billie grabbed hold of my wrist and turned it over.
"Shit. Why ya doin that?"
I shrugged and pulled my hand away folding my arms and looking nervously at the floor. They all shifted a little awkwardly. I think, how i imagined meeting them was a little more glamorous than this, completely. Like at a concert or something, not meeting them at a junkie park and hearing an awkward silence.
"Things happen, that's how i let the pain out."
Hey let me tell you, Billie joe is around the same height as me, and it was kinda funny. Mike was taller, and so was Tre, but Billie is a right shortass. So he was trying to give me, the whole father act so i raised my eyebrow.
"Don't start with me, ok? You may be the best band ever, but, giving me the father look won't stop me from doing anything. Cos i'm the same height as you and not a teenager, so it doesn't work."
Tre was still smiling and as i spoke he burst out laughing. Mike started to laugh and Billie put his arms on his hips. I copied him and smiled.
"How old are you?"
I heard Billie say, i looked at him and realised his beautiful green eyes. Rumours for once were true, he was gorgeous, but with him giving me the whole superior thing made me feel slightly peeved. Squaring my shoulders to him i folded my arms.
"Twenty five and not proud of how i lived/live my life. I don't need to ask you, it's practically plastered around the whole world. Internet."
Mike and Tre shifted a little and Tre patted Billie on the back.
"Good luck, man. Seems ya goonna have a hard time with this one, i'm gonna go get a drink. Comin' Mike."
"Ditto, seeya Billie."
They walked past and Billie seemed to follow them with his eyes then glanced back to me. His gaze seemed to flicker down me and take in all my detail. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Well, can we get outta this hell hole? I'd rather speak somewhere a little less, depressing, seen as the only people who come down here are Drunken Bastards, Junkies and Dealers. And to be honest at first, i thought you, Tre and Mike were just a bunch of Drunks who were gonna gimme some hassle."
Billie snorted and followed me as i walked out of the park and down the street.
"Drunks maybe, but the only one who woulda done that would've been Tre, actually, he was 'controlled' today. Wierd."
I shrugged and continued down the street.
"So why don't you have some sorta bodyguards with ya or summin?"
"Er, well, we don't really, go along with them."
I nodded and continued to walk along, him still walking next to me. A few people stopped and stared, most people round here knew Green Day, Loved Green Day. I slowed down as he did and watched as people started to point and shout out that he was here. The one and only Billie Joe Armstrong. I smiled as Billie just smiled slightly and did the rock on sign before taking a step back. He muttered to me.
"This won't be fucking good."
I laughed and realised as more and more people started to gather round. Screaming and beginning to sing a good number of Green Day songs. Most of them singing Jesus Of Suburbia. He looked happy that he liked his songs but slightly pissed off that he'd been caught.
"You could help, ya know. By getting me outa here alive, without my belt, pants or anything of me being groped, or stolen."
"Fine."
I walked up to the crowd and grabbed Billie's wrist and walked through them, they backed away as i did so.
"See, they won't do anything."
Maybe i was wrong. A love-crazed teen jumped forward and began to grab at his trousers. Bille struggled to get away and then caught up with me.
"Bull Shit."
I snorted and pushed him in front of me.
"Everyone get back! This is an imposter, nothing more than a look a like."
I nudged him and he tried his best to put on an english accent. I rolled my eyes. Idiot. He thinks he's gonna get away with an english accent, when hes american, and hes speaking to a bunch of english people.
"Er, Billie Joe is somewhere on tour, my name's Tom."
He gave a dumb smile and they all moaned and one of them threatened to kill Tom a.k.a Billie. I laughed and tried not to fall over, tears filled my eyes as i laughed. Patting him on the back i mocked him.
"My name's Tom. Bloody hell. How'd you pull that off? By the least you sounded australian, nothing like an englishman."
Billie shrugged and blushed slightly, he bit his lip and followed me silently. I stopped a second and put my hair up in a loose pont-tail. He stopped and waited impatiently, my sleeves dropping down again to reveal two bruised and scarred arms. I saw him stare at them and i shifted a little uncomfortably before dropping my hands, my sleeves covering them. I continued to walk down the street, not really knowing where i was going. We stopped outside a local bar and saw a huge croud inside. Billie tensed.
"Oh no. Tre."
He ran inside and saw Tre singing and completely pissed on a shitty little stage. I followed him and everyone screamed as they saw Billie. Ignoring the screaming he ran over to Tre and hit him round the back of the head.
"Where the fuck's Mike."
"Huh?"
"Where's M-I-K-E!?"
"Mhhmmm.. i dunno, i think he went thatawaysomewhere.."
His voice went into some kind of dragging speech as he fell backwards. Damn it was he drunk. Billie caught him and dragged him over to me. Oh yeah, i forgot they don't my name.
"Er hey..."
"Natalie."
"Yeah, Natalie, can you get rid of Tre for me?"
I nodded and grabbed a glass of water from the bar, i poured it over his face and he jumped up. A sly smile appeared on his face as he saw me and he raised his eyebrows.
"Do i know you...?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes helping him up i found an alleyway he could hide by. He began to laugh and reached out and poked my waist. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok, stay here! You know. Stay Here."
Tre laughed and i sat him down in the alleyway. 'Great i look after the pissed Green Day member. Has a complete fascination over an alleyway.' I thought in my head and sat down next to Tre. I really couldn't be doing with Tre wandering off. He continued to laugh and then he poked me again. i turned and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
He just laughed and began to tickle me. I raised an eyebrow and couldn't help laughing. More like a choke as he pushed me into the dirty ground of the alleyway and... tickled me. Pathetic.
"Tre! Tre.. Stop it! Damn it! Your drunk! Stop it!"
I squirmed away and suddenly felt depressed. A rush of lonliness ran over me and i fingered the knife in my poscket. Tre looked at me wierdly, his childish grin still sitting on his face. I turned away suddenly feeling embarrassed i turned my back on him and sat down. Pulling the knife out i looked at it, it's polished blade had been used, cleaned so many times. I rolled up my sleeve and made a fresh cut, the pain wasn't there, so i just ignored the blood that dropped to the floor. I heard Tre shift and he began crawl over to me.
"Hey, whatcha doin?"
He said and i quickly slipped the knife back into my pocket. he must've seen me.
"Why ya doin that? Gimme the knife."
Rolling my eyes i played dumb and shrugged.
"Your too pissed. What knife?"
"That knife, you just put one in your pocket. I saw you."
I turned to face him and frowned, a confused look on my face. he grabbed my wrist and turned it over, blood trickling down my arm.
"See. Why did you do that?"
"'Cos i felt like it, now stay here i need to go find what happened to Billie and Mike."
He started laughing and couldn't stop, i sighed and stood up wandering into the bar. I was almost knocked over as people screamed and jumped up and down. I had no idea why.
I sat alone on a bench, in a deserted park that seemed only to be used for Junkies, dealers and/or drunk bastards. I was here for only one reason, to drown my sorrow, in my own pathetic, feeling sorry for myself, pain. Sighing i leant back into the bench, the hairs on the back of my neck rising as my shoulders hit the cold, wet wood. My long black hair was loose, hanging to my waist, red streaks glimmering a purpley color in the dull grey light. A pale skin complection, and bright green eyes was something you couldn't really miss, along with my dark hair. A usual Green Day T-shirt, blue ripped jeans and some combat boots is all i wear, apart from a black hoodie, ignoring the chilling wind biting into my skin as i sighed. I turned my arm so my palm was facing up and pushed my sleeve up my arm. A few smaller scars which had faded, a few newer and some healing slits in my arm. I dropped the sleeve and stood up, i could see a few drunken sods further a long the street so i would leave before they got to me. There were three of them actually, laughing, some of them humming and singing. I ignored them as they joked to each other and hid behind a tree. I didn't want to be caught in one of there fights, or perverted behaviour. As they past i swear i recognised them. I doubt it, but how come they look like... Green Day.
"Oh my fucking god..."
I muttered under my breath, how could this be? Why here? Why in England? Oh yeah, i forgot, they had just had there tour, but why here? So many questions, and i doubt there'd be any answers. I his behind the tree as they wen't past, well they weren't drunk, just being there usual selves, or so i'd heard, seen as i've never met them before. Taking a deep breath i stepped out from behind the tree and began to walk past them. I fell forward flat on my face as i tripped in front of them. In front of them. I cursed and heard voices ahead of me.
"Oh shit..."
They all had strange smiles on there faces, i rolled my eyes and struggled to get to my feet.
"Why are you here?"
I said kinda rudely, then realised what i said and blushed. They raised an eyebrow and Tre just laughed. I bit my lip and waited for an answer. They seemed to be thinking. Did they take there time.
"Well, we were on tour, ya know seen as we are Green Day."
I smiled slightly. I knew they were Green Day, who wouldn't. I made a point of this. Folding my arms as if i didn't believe them i raised an eyebrow boredly.
"Yeah, i know. Who wouldn't? I mean, your like the biggest band at the moment. Well that's what i think."
Oh god. I don't think flattery would work. Mike looked as bored as ever, well i didn 't really put on a charming show now, did i? Billie had a weak smile, a fake smile and Tre was just eyeing me up completely, as he does, ya know.
"So your a fan. We've been trying to find one, seems they don't come to easily."
I raised my eyebrows and let my arms drop.
"You gotta be kiddin' me."
Billie just shrugged and smiled, i lifted my arm up to tuck my hair behind my hair and my sleeve fell down. Crap. Now they were fixed on my arm and i froze, Billie grabbed hold of my wrist and turned it over.
"Shit. Why ya doin that?"
I shrugged and pulled my hand away folding my arms and looking nervously at the floor. They all shifted a little awkwardly. I think, how i imagined meeting them was a little more glamorous than this, completely. Like at a concert or something, not meeting them at a junkie park and hearing an awkward silence.
"Things happen, that's how i let the pain out."
Hey let me tell you, Billie joe is around the same height as me, and it was kinda funny. Mike was taller, and so was Tre, but Billie is a right shortass. So he was trying to give me, the whole father act so i raised my eyebrow.
"Don't start with me, ok? You may be the best band ever, but, giving me the father look won't stop me from doing anything. Cos i'm the same height as you and not a teenager, so it doesn't work."
Tre was still smiling and as i spoke he burst out laughing. Mike started to laugh and Billie put his arms on his hips. I copied him and smiled.
"How old are you?"
I heard Billie say, i looked at him and realised his beautiful green eyes. Rumours for once were true, he was gorgeous, but with him giving me the whole superior thing made me feel slightly peeved. Squaring my shoulders to him i folded my arms.
"Twenty five and not proud of how i lived/live my life. I don't need to ask you, it's practically plastered around the whole world. Internet."
Mike and Tre shifted a little and Tre patted Billie on the back.
"Good luck, man. Seems ya goonna have a hard time with this one, i'm gonna go get a drink. Comin' Mike."
"Ditto, seeya Billie."
They walked past and Billie seemed to follow them with his eyes then glanced back to me. His gaze seemed to flicker down me and take in all my detail. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Well, can we get outta this hell hole? I'd rather speak somewhere a little less, depressing, seen as the only people who come down here are Drunken Bastards, Junkies and Dealers. And to be honest at first, i thought you, Tre and Mike were just a bunch of Drunks who were gonna gimme some hassle."
Billie snorted and followed me as i walked out of the park and down the street.
"Drunks maybe, but the only one who woulda done that would've been Tre, actually, he was 'controlled' today. Wierd."
I shrugged and continued down the street.
"So why don't you have some sorta bodyguards with ya or summin?"
"Er, well, we don't really, go along with them."
I nodded and continued to walk along, him still walking next to me. A few people stopped and stared, most people round here knew Green Day, Loved Green Day. I slowed down as he did and watched as people started to point and shout out that he was here. The one and only Billie Joe Armstrong. I smiled as Billie just smiled slightly and did the rock on sign before taking a step back. He muttered to me.
"This won't be fucking good."
I laughed and realised as more and more people started to gather round. Screaming and beginning to sing a good number of Green Day songs. Most of them singing Jesus Of Suburbia. He looked happy that he liked his songs but slightly pissed off that he'd been caught.
"You could help, ya know. By getting me outa here alive, without my belt, pants or anything of me being groped, or stolen."
"Fine."
I walked up to the crowd and grabbed Billie's wrist and walked through them, they backed away as i did so.
"See, they won't do anything."
Maybe i was wrong. A love-crazed teen jumped forward and began to grab at his trousers. Bille struggled to get away and then caught up with me.
"Bull Shit."
I snorted and pushed him in front of me.
"Everyone get back! This is an imposter, nothing more than a look a like."
I nudged him and he tried his best to put on an english accent. I rolled my eyes. Idiot. He thinks he's gonna get away with an english accent, when hes american, and hes speaking to a bunch of english people.
"Er, Billie Joe is somewhere on tour, my name's Tom."
He gave a dumb smile and they all moaned and one of them threatened to kill Tom a.k.a Billie. I laughed and tried not to fall over, tears filled my eyes as i laughed. Patting him on the back i mocked him.
"My name's Tom. Bloody hell. How'd you pull that off? By the least you sounded australian, nothing like an englishman."
Billie shrugged and blushed slightly, he bit his lip and followed me silently. I stopped a second and put my hair up in a loose pont-tail. He stopped and waited impatiently, my sleeves dropping down again to reveal two bruised and scarred arms. I saw him stare at them and i shifted a little uncomfortably before dropping my hands, my sleeves covering them. I continued to walk down the street, not really knowing where i was going. We stopped outside a local bar and saw a huge croud inside. Billie tensed.
"Oh no. Tre."
He ran inside and saw Tre singing and completely pissed on a shitty little stage. I followed him and everyone screamed as they saw Billie. Ignoring the screaming he ran over to Tre and hit him round the back of the head.
"Where the fuck's Mike."
"Huh?"
"Where's M-I-K-E!?"
"Mhhmmm.. i dunno, i think he went thatawaysomewhere.."
His voice went into some kind of dragging speech as he fell backwards. Damn it was he drunk. Billie caught him and dragged him over to me. Oh yeah, i forgot they don't my name.
"Er hey..."
"Natalie."
"Yeah, Natalie, can you get rid of Tre for me?"
I nodded and grabbed a glass of water from the bar, i poured it over his face and he jumped up. A sly smile appeared on his face as he saw me and he raised his eyebrows.
"Do i know you...?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes helping him up i found an alleyway he could hide by. He began to laugh and reached out and poked my waist. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok, stay here! You know. Stay Here."
Tre laughed and i sat him down in the alleyway. 'Great i look after the pissed Green Day member. Has a complete fascination over an alleyway.' I thought in my head and sat down next to Tre. I really couldn't be doing with Tre wandering off. He continued to laugh and then he poked me again. i turned and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
He just laughed and began to tickle me. I raised an eyebrow and couldn't help laughing. More like a choke as he pushed me into the dirty ground of the alleyway and... tickled me. Pathetic.
"Tre! Tre.. Stop it! Damn it! Your drunk! Stop it!"
I squirmed away and suddenly felt depressed. A rush of lonliness ran over me and i fingered the knife in my poscket. Tre looked at me wierdly, his childish grin still sitting on his face. I turned away suddenly feeling embarrassed i turned my back on him and sat down. Pulling the knife out i looked at it, it's polished blade had been used, cleaned so many times. I rolled up my sleeve and made a fresh cut, the pain wasn't there, so i just ignored the blood that dropped to the floor. I heard Tre shift and he began crawl over to me.
"Hey, whatcha doin?"
He said and i quickly slipped the knife back into my pocket. he must've seen me.
"Why ya doin that? Gimme the knife."
Rolling my eyes i played dumb and shrugged.
"Your too pissed. What knife?"
"That knife, you just put one in your pocket. I saw you."
I turned to face him and frowned, a confused look on my face. he grabbed my wrist and turned it over, blood trickling down my arm.
"See. Why did you do that?"
"'Cos i felt like it, now stay here i need to go find what happened to Billie and Mike."
He started laughing and couldn't stop, i sighed and stood up wandering into the bar. I was almost knocked over as people screamed and jumped up and down. I had no idea why.
