Runaway, chapter 2
"Me too....Sorry," the guy said, and he removed his sunglasses and I stared back into those beautiful emerald green eyes I hadn't seen for over a year, and this is real life....
"Are you ok?" Billie Joe asked me as he slid his black sunglasses into his trouser pocket.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, looking at the floor. The blood was pumping through my veins and my heart was beating faster than ever.
"You don't look fine," he said. Billie Joe suddenly spotted a large purple bruise on my neck.
"And what's that?" he questioned me, indicating the bruise. I pulled my hair over it, so it was out of sight.
"Nothing important," I sobbed, and soon enough I was crying my heart out on his shoulder.
"Ssshh," Billie Joe reassured me. "It's gonna be okay."
I looked up into those emerald green eyes. They seemed to sparkle.
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" he asked me. I nodded and dabbed my eyes with the tissue he gave me.
We walked to the park and he bought me a hot dog and we sat on a bench nearby. I slumped my bag on the pavement.
"I'm guessing you ran away?" he suggested, pinching one of my chips and eating it. I grinned.
"You guessed right," I said. "It's a long story though."
"I've got time."
"You sure you wanna know?" I asked him.
He nodded.
"Well, I ran away today..." I paused, I didn't know where to start. "When I was 5, my Mum died, right in front of me," I explained quickly. He glanced up at me. I didn't know much about Billie, but I knew he'd lost his father. I'd lost my Mum, just like he'd lost his Dad. Whether it was just my imagination, but I swear I could see his eyes glistening with tears. I didn't look at him, I wasn't going to upset him more.
"So it was just me and my Dad when she went..." I continued, twiddling my fingers, I stood up and put the plastic container in the bin.
"And, he sort of took it out on me... hurt me," I mumbled.
Billie was staring at the ground.
"I'm really sorry," he said at last.
"Don't be. It's not your fault," I told him, and I sat back down onto the bench.
"So today was the last straw. I walked out. I mean, I'm 16! I'm legally allowed to, right?"
"Yeah, you are," Billie Joe agreed.
"Um, Billie Joe-" I began.
"Call me Billie," he said, glancing at me and winking. My stomach lifted with happiness. How could anyone not adore him?!
"Ok. Um, Billie, I just wanted to say how much I love Green Day's music. I only have one of your albums that my friend got for me (for she had now moved to the countryside) and it's American Idiot. I love every single song on there. It's an amazing album, I think you guys did a great job," I said. He grinned.
"Glad you like it," he smiled. "So, do you have any place to stay?"
"Um, I was looking around for motels. I have 20 dollars-" I started.
"20 dollars?! That won't get you far!" exclaimed Billie. "Do you wanna, I mean, would you like to come back to my house for a week or two while you get yourself sorted?"
He was so caring!
"Oh, Billie," I sighed. "I'd be a burden. I don't want to intrude-"
"And you won't," he interrupted me. "Come on. My car's nearby." He took my hand in his. The blood seemed to rush to my head. Billie Joe Armstrong, the guy of my dreams, was holding my hand...
"Are you ok?" Billie Joe asked me as he slid his black sunglasses into his trouser pocket.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, looking at the floor. The blood was pumping through my veins and my heart was beating faster than ever.
"You don't look fine," he said. Billie Joe suddenly spotted a large purple bruise on my neck.
"And what's that?" he questioned me, indicating the bruise. I pulled my hair over it, so it was out of sight.
"Nothing important," I sobbed, and soon enough I was crying my heart out on his shoulder.
"Ssshh," Billie Joe reassured me. "It's gonna be okay."
I looked up into those emerald green eyes. They seemed to sparkle.
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" he asked me. I nodded and dabbed my eyes with the tissue he gave me.
We walked to the park and he bought me a hot dog and we sat on a bench nearby. I slumped my bag on the pavement.
"I'm guessing you ran away?" he suggested, pinching one of my chips and eating it. I grinned.
"You guessed right," I said. "It's a long story though."
"I've got time."
"You sure you wanna know?" I asked him.
He nodded.
"Well, I ran away today..." I paused, I didn't know where to start. "When I was 5, my Mum died, right in front of me," I explained quickly. He glanced up at me. I didn't know much about Billie, but I knew he'd lost his father. I'd lost my Mum, just like he'd lost his Dad. Whether it was just my imagination, but I swear I could see his eyes glistening with tears. I didn't look at him, I wasn't going to upset him more.
"So it was just me and my Dad when she went..." I continued, twiddling my fingers, I stood up and put the plastic container in the bin.
"And, he sort of took it out on me... hurt me," I mumbled.
Billie was staring at the ground.
"I'm really sorry," he said at last.
"Don't be. It's not your fault," I told him, and I sat back down onto the bench.
"So today was the last straw. I walked out. I mean, I'm 16! I'm legally allowed to, right?"
"Yeah, you are," Billie Joe agreed.
"Um, Billie Joe-" I began.
"Call me Billie," he said, glancing at me and winking. My stomach lifted with happiness. How could anyone not adore him?!
"Ok. Um, Billie, I just wanted to say how much I love Green Day's music. I only have one of your albums that my friend got for me (for she had now moved to the countryside) and it's American Idiot. I love every single song on there. It's an amazing album, I think you guys did a great job," I said. He grinned.
"Glad you like it," he smiled. "So, do you have any place to stay?"
"Um, I was looking around for motels. I have 20 dollars-" I started.
"20 dollars?! That won't get you far!" exclaimed Billie. "Do you wanna, I mean, would you like to come back to my house for a week or two while you get yourself sorted?"
He was so caring!
"Oh, Billie," I sighed. "I'd be a burden. I don't want to intrude-"
"And you won't," he interrupted me. "Come on. My car's nearby." He took my hand in his. The blood seemed to rush to my head. Billie Joe Armstrong, the guy of my dreams, was holding my hand...
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