Call It What You Like - I Don't Care, chapter 1

I had just boarded a plane on my way to Oakland, California to spend the rest of the summer looking after my bitch of a grandmother. That's right, 28 years old and still being (as I had always been called at school) a mummy's girl. I sighed looking down at the painful, purple bruises on my upper arm - I think it might be broken - I guess I was just going to have to follow her orders until one of us snuffed it.
I plugged a set of earphones into my iPod and started listening to Hitchin' a Ride with my head rested against the window. A few minutes later I looked up as three people sidled into the seats next to me. For a moment I just stared at them. I took off my sunglasses (why the hell was I wearing sunglasses on a plane? I could hardly see a thing. ) My jaw dropped as I realized who it was. Tre cool and Mike Dirnt were sitting on the two end seats while Billie Joe was standing right next to searching his pockets frantically.
"Damn it Tre! Where's my fucking iPod?!"
"Um, er, uh," started Tre as Billie Joe glared at him past Mike. "Well you see I borrowed it the other night and-"
"You broke it didn't you?" asked Billie Joe in a would-be calm voice.
"It was Mike!" Tre replied, pointing madly at a pissed off looking Mike.
"He "accidentally" "knocked" it off a tenth story balcony when he was a bit tipsy," explained Mike watching as Billie's hands curled into fists. "In other words he got drunk out of his skull and threw it out the window to see if he could hit anyone," said Mike coolly.
Billie Joe dived over Mike to try and hit Tre, but Tre was too fast. He jumped out of his seat and ran backwards into the next row of seats where he fell across the lap of a man nearly seven feet tall who was taking up two and a half seats, was covered in tattoos and piercings and was reading a porno magazine. (Well not reading but you get the picture)
"Whoa! Cool magazine!" said Tre with his eyes fixed on the magazine forgetting that he was sitting on a guys lap. The man snapped the magazine shut and growled at Tre who reacted so quickly that I couldn't help but laugh along with Mike and Billie who had plopped himself down in his seat with his back to me (damn it! ) and was laughing his head off at Tre who was apologizing over and over again to the man he had just sat on. Without warning, Tre flung himself across Mike and sat on Billie's lap hugging him, causing Mike to crack up laughing and Billie Joe to fall backwards onto my possibly broken arm. I let out a small whimper as the weight of the two rock stars hit me. Billie Joe pushed Tre to the floor with a loud thud making Mike laugh harder.
Billie Joe turned to me as Tre pulled himself off the ground and started arguing with Mike to swap seats so he didn't have to sit near the "scary man".
I'm sorry. Did we hurt you?" he asked, gently pulling my hand away from my arm as I continued to cry (WEAK! Who would want to meet Green Day like this? ) He looked into my eyes. God he had gorgeous eyes. He pulled up the sleeve of my t-shirt and gasped as he saw the now very dark purple hand shaped bruise on my arm.
"Oh my god... "