Burger King, Tre Cool And A Gig In Oakland, chapter 2
Billie's house was huge inside. I walked in with Tre and laughed when I thought about what was happening. I was in Billie Joe Armstrong's house with Tre Cool! Billie came in from the kitchen and showed me where my room was, this was unreal! I lay down on the bed and looked at the heart-grenade tatoo on my arm...I was the luckiest Green Day fan alive.
***
I woke up and the curtains were drawn but it was light outside, I got up and saw my converse next to my bed and my posters on my walls, shit, it was a dream. I layed on my back and thought about meeting Green Day one day. I knew that it would never happen though.
"Jay," I heard a voice whisper.
I turned over in the bed and saw Tre sitting at the window. OH MY GOD! IT WAS REAL! I shot up from the bed and stared at Tre.
"Ooookaaay! Crazy phsyco woman!" he said jokingly.
"What the fuck?! Okay, tell me that you're not the best dream ever!"
"What the hell? You ARE in Billie's house and I AM Tre Cool."
I smiled so much that whole day, I couldn't believe it was real. We went to a shopping mall and ended up running away from the press after 10 fucking minutes. It was so crazy.
I got a call from my brother who wanted me to come home for a few days but I told him that I was too far away and he said that he was getting married but I didn't give a shit, no-one loved back where I used to live, I was staying here no matter what.
***
Billie left me in his house while he took Jakob and Joey on a small trip out to New York. I could hear footsteps in the house but I thought it was just Tre so I turned up my cd played louder. I was listening to 86 when I turned around to see Mike looking over my shoulder.
"Oh shit!" I screamed.
"Who are you by the way?"
"I'm Tre's friend," I explained trying to catch my breath "I'm just staying here for a while."
"Oh, sorry, Billie didn't tell me."
"No, it's ok."
"Ooo nice tatoo!" He said looking at my arm.
"Thanks" I laughed nervously, looking like I was obsessed. I had a fucking heart grenade tatood on my arm!
"Do you want to go get some coffee?"
"Uh, yea sure."
I got into Mike's car and we drove to a Starbucks nearby. He started laughing at something but he wouldn't say what it was.
"Mike, what is it?!"
"You're fucking obsessed!"
I looked at my left arm, it had Tre Cool tatood on it in red lettering. Oh, crap, I was obsessed with a band that I lived with. This was insane.
We arrived at Starbucks and got coffee and then dodged screaming teenies by a millimetre. We sped away in Mike's car back to Billie's house to escape annoying 11 year old girls that only knew half of the lyrics to Holiday and didn't even understand what it was about.
***
Back at Billie's house, we sat down to watch TV when Tre came in saying something about Billie being stuck in New York and he couldn't get rid of the paperazzi and his flight out was cancelled, there was only 1 thing to do...go on a rescue mission! *grabs a cape and mask*
***
I woke up and the curtains were drawn but it was light outside, I got up and saw my converse next to my bed and my posters on my walls, shit, it was a dream. I layed on my back and thought about meeting Green Day one day. I knew that it would never happen though.
"Jay," I heard a voice whisper.
I turned over in the bed and saw Tre sitting at the window. OH MY GOD! IT WAS REAL! I shot up from the bed and stared at Tre.
"Ooookaaay! Crazy phsyco woman!" he said jokingly.
"What the fuck?! Okay, tell me that you're not the best dream ever!"
"What the hell? You ARE in Billie's house and I AM Tre Cool."
I smiled so much that whole day, I couldn't believe it was real. We went to a shopping mall and ended up running away from the press after 10 fucking minutes. It was so crazy.
I got a call from my brother who wanted me to come home for a few days but I told him that I was too far away and he said that he was getting married but I didn't give a shit, no-one loved back where I used to live, I was staying here no matter what.
***
Billie left me in his house while he took Jakob and Joey on a small trip out to New York. I could hear footsteps in the house but I thought it was just Tre so I turned up my cd played louder. I was listening to 86 when I turned around to see Mike looking over my shoulder.
"Oh shit!" I screamed.
"Who are you by the way?"
"I'm Tre's friend," I explained trying to catch my breath "I'm just staying here for a while."
"Oh, sorry, Billie didn't tell me."
"No, it's ok."
"Ooo nice tatoo!" He said looking at my arm.
"Thanks" I laughed nervously, looking like I was obsessed. I had a fucking heart grenade tatood on my arm!
"Do you want to go get some coffee?"
"Uh, yea sure."
I got into Mike's car and we drove to a Starbucks nearby. He started laughing at something but he wouldn't say what it was.
"Mike, what is it?!"
"You're fucking obsessed!"
I looked at my left arm, it had Tre Cool tatood on it in red lettering. Oh, crap, I was obsessed with a band that I lived with. This was insane.
We arrived at Starbucks and got coffee and then dodged screaming teenies by a millimetre. We sped away in Mike's car back to Billie's house to escape annoying 11 year old girls that only knew half of the lyrics to Holiday and didn't even understand what it was about.
***
Back at Billie's house, we sat down to watch TV when Tre came in saying something about Billie being stuck in New York and he couldn't get rid of the paperazzi and his flight out was cancelled, there was only 1 thing to do...go on a rescue mission! *grabs a cape and mask*
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