My Boring Life, chapter 2

He accepted your help and you hoist him up to standing.
"I'm Tre Cool," he says, shaking your hand, still in his. So thats where you knew him from.
"Hope Summers, Green Day fan up da ying yang," you reply, then cringing and wondering if you could get more dorky. You mentally kick yourself for that, but Tre just smiles and lets go of you hand. You look down at the heart grenade doodles on your shoes, instead of up at Tre. You feel your face get red. You look up at him.
"I didn't mean the whole 'motherfucker' bit," you offer, grinning sheepishly. Tre continued to smile.
"I would hope not..." he replied. He suddenly waved to someone behind you. You whirl around to see who it is and almost faint. Billie Joe Armstrong was walking towards you and Tre, and Mike Dirnt is picking up your abandoned skateboard. Billie Joe gins at Tre. Or is it directed at you? Whoever, whateer, you feel you need some type of alcoholic drink FAST.
"Oh my fucking God." you mutter. Yep, fuck is definetly your word this morning. Next thing you know, you're on your hands and knees, kissing Billie Joe's shoes, Tre is pouting because you didn't kiss his shoes, Mike is laughing, and Billie Joe is looking at you like you're insane.
"Nice to meet you too?" he says, quirking an eyebrow. You realize what you're doing and quickly stand up, brushing off your jeans.
"Hi, I'm Hope Summers..." you say.
"Green Day fan up the ying yang." Tre put in. You stare daggers at Tre, look to Mike, then Billie Joe, then back down at those heart grenades on your shoes. Billie Joe laughs and takes your hand and kisses it. Your blush might just be permanent...