My Life, chapter 10

Well, it's been four months since my father and I took our little get-to-know-each-other vacation. Not a lot has changed really, at least not between my father and me. We don't talk all that much, he's mainly working on the new album that is probably going to be out next year, 2007. He, Mike and Tre are at the studio almost everyday just fooling around with all the new music they've got, I haven't heard the new stuff but my mom has and she says it sounds amazing. But what else is she going to say, she is the lead singer's and main song writer's wife, it is her job to support him.
What's new in my life? Well, for starters, I quit soccer. I'm pretty bummed about it too, I mean I love that sport, the only reason I quit was because I heard these guys in the hallway at school say soccer was gay. I suppose they are right, I mean, it isn't a very tough sport like football where you get tackled. But whatever, I still miss playing soccer with the team and my friends.
My parents surprisingly haven't had any major or minor arguments since my dad got back in the studio, I have a feeling they will have one soon though. He spends every waking minute in the studio or at home alone in the basement working on something career related. Oh well, what else is new? I think Green Day will be playing music at least till all of them are in their sixties, which is actually kind of gross. I mean, my father in those tight pants and masturbating when he's that old, god the awful images. Why do I think of these things?
Anyway, moving onto less graphic things. I've been hanging out with this girl a lot lately, her name is Jess. I met her at school, she's really friendly and kinda crazy, but the good crazy. She has really dark hair that goes a little past her shoulders and she has the most beautiful blue eyes. I feel quite bad for her though, she has a certain sadness about her, I think there are some problems within her home life. She never talks about her parents and she truly doesn't seem to have many friends. But she does now, I have introduced her to my four best friends and we all get on really well.
She has met Dave, Johnny, Mike and Tommy, I have been friends with these guys since preschool and they are the only four people that I have told who my father is. I only told them about a month ago too, I don't know how I kept it from them for so long. I guess I figured after seven years of being friends with these guys I finally trusted them enough to tell them my dad was the ever famous Billie Joe Armstrong. They took it quite well, and they have vowed to not tell another soul, not even Jess. They're really good guys.
But back to Jess, she really is a nice girl, but I do feel funny around her. I don't know why but when I'm with her I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders, but then I also feel like I'm always holding my breath and I just can't breath. Could it be love? Perhaps, but I don't really know what love is, I'm just a kid and right now all I want to be is the girl's friend. I think she wants to be my friend too.
Well, today is Friday and it is summer. I got a job for the summer, delivering the morning paper. Yeah, I know, shitty right? But hey, I'm only eleven so it is pretty good that I even got a job, plus the pay isn't all that bad. I mean, I got like a $100 tip just for putting the paper on some old lady's porch instead of at the front gate. My mother doesn't understand how I get up so early in the morning though, getting me out of bed for school is one thing, it is almost impossible. But I don't get paid for going to school, maybe if I did I'd be a bit more enthusiastic about going. It doesn't look like teachers will start handing out cash any time soon though.
It is about twelve noon here and Dave called me up and I am having a talk with him on the phone, I swear we have been talking for over an hour now. Wait till mom sees the phone bill.
"Yeah, I know. We should do something to cheer her up. But I'm lost for ideas," I said replying to Dave's comment about how Jess seems to always be on the down side of life.
"What do girls like? I mean, should we get her flowers or something?" he asked. How was I supposed to know what girls like?
"Maybe. I mean I could ask my mom about it, she would probably know what to do," I said.
"Yeah! That's a great idea, do that Joe. And let me now what she says," he said excitedly.
"Alright, call you later," I replied.
"Yup, talk to you later man," he said. I hung up the phone and thought about what I had just said. Fuck, I am a complete idiot. How embarrassing is it to talk to your mom about girl troubles?
I left my room in search of my mother, I first tried the laundry room, then her room and then the kitchen where I found her making lunch for herself, Jake and I.
"Hey mom," I said entering the kitchen. She looked up from making a potato salad and smiled at me.
"Hey sweetheart, what's up?" she asked, she knew from the look on my face that something was the matter.
I walked over to the island where she was and sat down across from her. I put my head in my hands and said, "Mom, I think I've got girl problems."