A Berkeley Story, chapter 15
"Your house is really nice," you said.
"Thanks. It's not like anything you'd see on Cribs though," Joey said.
"Yeah, but who cares about Cribs? They never have anyone good's house on it anyway." Joey laughed. He put his arm around you while he was showing you his house. Then he introduced you to his mother, Adrienne. She was really nice.
"Well, we better go," Joey said after a while of talking to Joey's parents and his brother, Jakob.
"Want me to drive you?" Billie asked. (Note: Who in their right mind would let Billie Joe Armstrong DRIVE?!?! I MEAN HONESTLY!).
"Sure," Joey said, "but how are we all going to fit in the mini?"
"It's only a five mile drive, Joey."
"Okay then."
"Thanks. It's not like anything you'd see on Cribs though," Joey said.
"Yeah, but who cares about Cribs? They never have anyone good's house on it anyway." Joey laughed. He put his arm around you while he was showing you his house. Then he introduced you to his mother, Adrienne. She was really nice.
"Well, we better go," Joey said after a while of talking to Joey's parents and his brother, Jakob.
"Want me to drive you?" Billie asked. (Note: Who in their right mind would let Billie Joe Armstrong DRIVE?!?! I MEAN HONESTLY!).
"Sure," Joey said, "but how are we all going to fit in the mini?"
"It's only a five mile drive, Joey."
"Okay then."
