Untitled, chapter 2
"Billie Joe Armstrong," Ollie yelled as fast as Billie opened the door. He carefully stuck his head inside and saw his mother stand in the kitchen. She sighed and pushed a tray aside.
"Uh, hey Mom." Billie shut the door in silence and put on a forced smile. He looked shyly on his mom.
"Where have you been?" Ollie looked disappointed and gleered at her son.
"I... I was just -"
"Just look at your jacket! A sleeve is missing, see? Oh Billie!" His mom stepped closer and sighed. "Sorry, I cut you off. Go ahead. Where were you?" Billie looked down at his wet feet, and started pulling a shoe off.
"I was kind of...walking home from school, and then...I got stuck in a...a..." Billie waved his finger like he just forgot what he was saying. "No, I fell." He nodded convincing. "And I ripped it off, because it just hang -"
"It's a lie, but whatever then!" Ollie shouted. "And your pants too! Go get some better clothes." Alen came running downstairs. He was on his way to the kitchen, but stopped and looked at his youngest brother.
"Woow, Bill, what have you done? That looks completely awesome!" he grinned.
"Alen! It's not funny," said Ollie. "It's impossible to use again. Go to the bathroom and change clothes!" she added with a knowing glance at Billie.
"Yes, Mom," said Billie and dragged his feet upstairs, passing the grinning Alen. Billie got into the hall upstairs. Marci played her disgusting Madonna record and it roared all over the upper floor. "TURN IT OFF, MARCIUS!" Billie shouted and shut the bathroom door.
"YOU KNOW I WON'T! AND RAMONES SUCK!" Marci replied and started stomping at the floor. Billie rolled his eyes. He knew Marci were pretty good at dancing, but he didn't like admitting for anyone that he was proud of her getting a place of a dance course in school, only for the most talented. And by the way everyone can't like good music. Poor them, Billie thought and pulled his torn pants off. He turned the shower on and stepped in. The warm water welled over him. Until it just disappeared and the lights turned out. It took some time for Billie to realize that it was a power cut. And it was already freezing cold. "Noooo!" Marci yelled because of Madonna's death. Billie sneered. He dried himself with a towel, got clothes on and went downstairs again.
"It's the weather," Billie's sister Hollie explained, and Billie could suspect her gesture to the window in the dark. Well it was very bad. The rain smashed the windows and lightnings cut through the dark sky. At 10 pm, Ollie sent Billie to bed.
"Go to sleep now, honey. It's a day tomorrow too."
"Mooom!"
"No, Billie Joe, just go now!"
"Can I call Dad?"
"No, we're in a power cut, remember?" Ollie tittered. "It's too late, he's sleeping now."
"Aw," Billie sighed mere thinking of his cancerstruck dad. "Okay, but I wanna call him tomorrow."
"You will, if the phone is working then. Night, hun." Billie started walking away. "Bill! Check if the fire place is lit, please."
"Uh, hey Mom." Billie shut the door in silence and put on a forced smile. He looked shyly on his mom.
"Where have you been?" Ollie looked disappointed and gleered at her son.
"I... I was just -"
"Just look at your jacket! A sleeve is missing, see? Oh Billie!" His mom stepped closer and sighed. "Sorry, I cut you off. Go ahead. Where were you?" Billie looked down at his wet feet, and started pulling a shoe off.
"I was kind of...walking home from school, and then...I got stuck in a...a..." Billie waved his finger like he just forgot what he was saying. "No, I fell." He nodded convincing. "And I ripped it off, because it just hang -"
"It's a lie, but whatever then!" Ollie shouted. "And your pants too! Go get some better clothes." Alen came running downstairs. He was on his way to the kitchen, but stopped and looked at his youngest brother.
"Woow, Bill, what have you done? That looks completely awesome!" he grinned.
"Alen! It's not funny," said Ollie. "It's impossible to use again. Go to the bathroom and change clothes!" she added with a knowing glance at Billie.
"Yes, Mom," said Billie and dragged his feet upstairs, passing the grinning Alen. Billie got into the hall upstairs. Marci played her disgusting Madonna record and it roared all over the upper floor. "TURN IT OFF, MARCIUS!" Billie shouted and shut the bathroom door.
"YOU KNOW I WON'T! AND RAMONES SUCK!" Marci replied and started stomping at the floor. Billie rolled his eyes. He knew Marci were pretty good at dancing, but he didn't like admitting for anyone that he was proud of her getting a place of a dance course in school, only for the most talented. And by the way everyone can't like good music. Poor them, Billie thought and pulled his torn pants off. He turned the shower on and stepped in. The warm water welled over him. Until it just disappeared and the lights turned out. It took some time for Billie to realize that it was a power cut. And it was already freezing cold. "Noooo!" Marci yelled because of Madonna's death. Billie sneered. He dried himself with a towel, got clothes on and went downstairs again.
"It's the weather," Billie's sister Hollie explained, and Billie could suspect her gesture to the window in the dark. Well it was very bad. The rain smashed the windows and lightnings cut through the dark sky. At 10 pm, Ollie sent Billie to bed.
"Go to sleep now, honey. It's a day tomorrow too."
"Mooom!"
"No, Billie Joe, just go now!"
"Can I call Dad?"
"No, we're in a power cut, remember?" Ollie tittered. "It's too late, he's sleeping now."
"Aw," Billie sighed mere thinking of his cancerstruck dad. "Okay, but I wanna call him tomorrow."
"You will, if the phone is working then. Night, hun." Billie started walking away. "Bill! Check if the fire place is lit, please."
