Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 3
"Wow... I mean, wow... " I said, after I had got over the initial shock. I mean, last night I had recognized him as familiar, but I was too freaked out to notice properly, I guess.
"Mm hmm. It is rather awe inspiring isn't it?" Mocked Tré.
"Yeah." Murmured Mike, snatching the bag from Billie Joe to look at. "Dude, do you think my face looks too wide in this picture?" He said, pointing at his head plastered over my bag.
"Yeah. It's gross; you should really do something about that." Answered Tré, laughing.
Mike grabbed a pillow and started to pummel Tré with it, causing the feathers to fall out and whirl around. Billie Joe soon joined in.
I laughed along, all the while thinking: 'How weird... Green Day are having a pillow fight... In the same room as me!'
Soon, the pillow, erm... 'Accidentally' flew out of Billie Joe's hand, hitting my arm.
"Ow!" I yelled. The pillow hit had drawn my attention to a large graze on my arm. Once again, I was reminded of Mark; I must have got it when he pushed me against the wall last night.
How could he have done this to me? My best friend! Pretty much my only friend since I wasn't exactly popular or anything. Why? Last night's memories flooded back and I involuntarily shuddered with fear and pain.
"What's up Amy?" Billie Joe asked, and he looked concerned.
"There's a graze... on my arm... It hurts, you know?" I said, looking into his hazel, brown, green eyes.
He leaned in towards my face. "Want me to kiss it better?" He whispered in my ear.
I looked at him, shocked. He and his wife had only split up about 2 months ago. As far as I was concerned, he should still be mourning. I shrugged it off, as just a joke.
"Erm, Tré, I think we need to go and do that thing... " Mike said, nudging Tré.
"What thing? I don't remember any thing!" Tré retorted, not getting the hint.
"That thing!!!" Mike practically yelled, pushing Tré out of the bedroom.
I waited until I was sure they had gone. When I looked back from the door, I saw that Billie Joe was still looking at me. At that point, tears began to well up in my eyes. The situation was just completely overwhelming me.
"Come here." Billie Joe said, sympathetically. "It's ok, you'll be fine, don't worry."
"It's not fine!" I said, hugging him and sobbing on his shoulder. "I'm God knows where, I can't go back to my home, like ever again, I can't face Mark, my ONLY friend ever again, I have a massive graze on my arm, and I'm standing here, hugging a complete stranger who just happens to be the lead singer from Green Day."
Billie Joe pushed me to arms length, and looked at me as if I was crazy.
"In short, everything is not ok. I don't know if it ever will be."
"Hey, I know... "
"Mm hmm. It is rather awe inspiring isn't it?" Mocked Tré.
"Yeah." Murmured Mike, snatching the bag from Billie Joe to look at. "Dude, do you think my face looks too wide in this picture?" He said, pointing at his head plastered over my bag.
"Yeah. It's gross; you should really do something about that." Answered Tré, laughing.
Mike grabbed a pillow and started to pummel Tré with it, causing the feathers to fall out and whirl around. Billie Joe soon joined in.
I laughed along, all the while thinking: 'How weird... Green Day are having a pillow fight... In the same room as me!'
Soon, the pillow, erm... 'Accidentally' flew out of Billie Joe's hand, hitting my arm.
"Ow!" I yelled. The pillow hit had drawn my attention to a large graze on my arm. Once again, I was reminded of Mark; I must have got it when he pushed me against the wall last night.
How could he have done this to me? My best friend! Pretty much my only friend since I wasn't exactly popular or anything. Why? Last night's memories flooded back and I involuntarily shuddered with fear and pain.
"What's up Amy?" Billie Joe asked, and he looked concerned.
"There's a graze... on my arm... It hurts, you know?" I said, looking into his hazel, brown, green eyes.
He leaned in towards my face. "Want me to kiss it better?" He whispered in my ear.
I looked at him, shocked. He and his wife had only split up about 2 months ago. As far as I was concerned, he should still be mourning. I shrugged it off, as just a joke.
"Erm, Tré, I think we need to go and do that thing... " Mike said, nudging Tré.
"What thing? I don't remember any thing!" Tré retorted, not getting the hint.
"That thing!!!" Mike practically yelled, pushing Tré out of the bedroom.
I waited until I was sure they had gone. When I looked back from the door, I saw that Billie Joe was still looking at me. At that point, tears began to well up in my eyes. The situation was just completely overwhelming me.
"Come here." Billie Joe said, sympathetically. "It's ok, you'll be fine, don't worry."
"It's not fine!" I said, hugging him and sobbing on his shoulder. "I'm God knows where, I can't go back to my home, like ever again, I can't face Mark, my ONLY friend ever again, I have a massive graze on my arm, and I'm standing here, hugging a complete stranger who just happens to be the lead singer from Green Day."
Billie Joe pushed me to arms length, and looked at me as if I was crazy.
"In short, everything is not ok. I don't know if it ever will be."
"Hey, I know... "
