Only I Would Understand, chapter 7
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I looked back down after gazing up at the sky. I wish this was all some bad dream. I bet it is. Everything is. Or is it. Man I don't know. But I just know that there may be a reason why I have just met this kid. It's just plain weird. But everything happens for a reason. So what's the reason for this? So damn confusing. Adi. Tre. Mike. I remembered that they might still not no where the HELL I am. Shit. Well no turning back now. If they do know me well, they would know where I would go. God this is so hard. I hate thinking about all of this.
"You okay?" asked a voice.
I snapped out of the trance and remembered where I was.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. About... stuff.." I trailed off.
Gurrrggle. My stomach. Man, I could use some food.
"Wanna get something to eat?" I asked.
"Sure. Where?"
I bit my lip and thought for a minute. I haven't been here for so long I can't even remember where to even get a decent meal.
"Let's roam around town for a bit and see if we can find a place," I replied clearing my throat.
She won't tell me her actual name. Obviously she's a fan and she's deffinately sad right now. Gah.
We walked out of the cemetary and jumped into my car. I made a u-turn and we were out of the parking lot then driving along the road. As we rode around I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel looking from left to right trying to find a decent place. My eyes widened at the sight of a bar. I turned to Whatsername and remembered that she was with me. No time to get drunk. Everything looked sort of different since the last time I had been here. Ah.. the old dumpster. The place where me and Mike use to hide all the dead dogs and cats that we accidental- uh.. Nevermind. It's best if you don't know that little detail. Besides, that's another story.
I slowly stopped the car and pulled over to an old broken down place.
"Oh my gosh.." I muttered.
"What? This place has been broken down for years. What's wrong?" asked Whatsername.
The first thing that came to mind... Rod's Hickory Pit
"It's Rod's Hickory Pit!" I exclaimed as my eyes widened.
"Rod's Hickory Pit? What's that?"
"This is the resturant where my mom use to work. So many memories... " I trailed off with a sigh.
"Cool. Must have been fun I bet."
"Yeah, it was. Until somebody showed up...."
Billie Joe Armstrong at the age of 14 rode his bike down the street as fast as he could feeling the wind blowing through his hair.
"WOOO!!!!" he exclaimed taking his hands off the handlebars therfore riding with no hands.
He began to slow down as he was getting closer and closer to where his mother had worked as a waitress. Rod's Hickory Pit. Billie stopped his bike and carefully got off of it still holding onto the handle bars guiding it through the front door.
Let's have some fun he thought putting one of his feet on a pedal, pushing off the ground with the other and sailing in as smoothly as a pirate ship.
"IN-COMING!!" he exclaimed.
Billie Joe's mom Ollie heard all of the rucus and came running out from a room behind the counter.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!!" she exclaimed loudly.
Billie turned his head to see the angry expression on his mothers face. He snapped his head foreward and swirved his handle bars.
It was too late to turn back now. Crash. Right into a table. The table went flying a few feet then landed with a loud noise onto the ground.
Billie opened his eyes to see Ollie standing over him with her hands on her hips. His bike was nearby and he had a scratch on his hand from the handle bars that skimmed him as he fell.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not ride your bike in here?!?" she said.
"Sorry mom. I really am. I'll clean it up!" he replied putting on a cute face.
"Just clean it up will you?" she said rolling her eyes and helping him up.
Since Billie didn't want to get into anymore trouble he did what he was told . He moved his bike to the side and put back everything as it was then sat into one of the booths.
"The day I stop riding my bike when I'm not suppose to is the day that I die," said Billie proudly to himself.
He pulled his backpack off his shoulders and placed it on the table infront of him. His bag was always so light it made him forget he had it on. Billie waited silently. Earlier, he was at Mike's house, but then he got a call from Ollie asking him to come down to her work. His five other syblings were out for the day at either afterschool clubs, or with their friends. It was amazing how Ollie somehow managed to keep track of all her children, all 6 of them. Billie had always been the "baby" of the family since he was the youngest and at times he hated it. Sometimes it would feel like he would have to live up to so much and he didn't want t be like his older brother's and sisters. He wanted to stand out. And there was one way he could... Music.
He sat in the booth staring into space just blanking out. Nothing really came to mind accept trying to figure out why his mom wanted him to come here. He was waiting in the booth for 10 minutes then finally Ollie emerged from behind the counter. She approached Billie and looked down on him. He looked back up and shurgged.
"Okay Bill honey, the reason I asked you to come here was because I want you to meet somebody. Since David, Allen, Marcy, Holly, and Anna are busy at the moment I decided you should be the first to meet him," she said calmly.
Him? Billie thought.
No. No way. Nobody can replace dad. EVER.
A hidden worried look developed in Billie's eyes as he looked up at his mom with a helpless look.
He didn't want a step dad.
The front door jingled as a man came through the door and immediately looked at Ollie. He approached her and gave her a kiss on the cheek glancing at Billie.
"Billie, this is Brad. He's my b-boyfriend," she stumbled.
Billie was speechless. He didn't know what to say. It all just came as a big shock. Brad? Who the hell is this clown? Billie had no idea. Nor did he want to know. He barley knew him but he already had a feeling none of this was right. Billie glanced at Brad. Nothing good could come from this. I hate him already. Billie crossed his arms and slumped down into the booth. One question buzzed around in his mind as he took one last look at his mom... then took a last quick glance at Brad...
Why do you want him?
"You okay?" asked a voice.
I snapped out of the trance and remembered where I was.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. About... stuff.." I trailed off.
Gurrrggle. My stomach. Man, I could use some food.
"Wanna get something to eat?" I asked.
"Sure. Where?"
I bit my lip and thought for a minute. I haven't been here for so long I can't even remember where to even get a decent meal.
"Let's roam around town for a bit and see if we can find a place," I replied clearing my throat.
She won't tell me her actual name. Obviously she's a fan and she's deffinately sad right now. Gah.
We walked out of the cemetary and jumped into my car. I made a u-turn and we were out of the parking lot then driving along the road. As we rode around I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel looking from left to right trying to find a decent place. My eyes widened at the sight of a bar. I turned to Whatsername and remembered that she was with me. No time to get drunk. Everything looked sort of different since the last time I had been here. Ah.. the old dumpster. The place where me and Mike use to hide all the dead dogs and cats that we accidental- uh.. Nevermind. It's best if you don't know that little detail. Besides, that's another story.
I slowly stopped the car and pulled over to an old broken down place.
"Oh my gosh.." I muttered.
"What? This place has been broken down for years. What's wrong?" asked Whatsername.
The first thing that came to mind... Rod's Hickory Pit
"It's Rod's Hickory Pit!" I exclaimed as my eyes widened.
"Rod's Hickory Pit? What's that?"
"This is the resturant where my mom use to work. So many memories... " I trailed off with a sigh.
"Cool. Must have been fun I bet."
"Yeah, it was. Until somebody showed up...."
Billie Joe Armstrong at the age of 14 rode his bike down the street as fast as he could feeling the wind blowing through his hair.
"WOOO!!!!" he exclaimed taking his hands off the handlebars therfore riding with no hands.
He began to slow down as he was getting closer and closer to where his mother had worked as a waitress. Rod's Hickory Pit. Billie stopped his bike and carefully got off of it still holding onto the handle bars guiding it through the front door.
Let's have some fun he thought putting one of his feet on a pedal, pushing off the ground with the other and sailing in as smoothly as a pirate ship.
"IN-COMING!!" he exclaimed.
Billie Joe's mom Ollie heard all of the rucus and came running out from a room behind the counter.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!!" she exclaimed loudly.
Billie turned his head to see the angry expression on his mothers face. He snapped his head foreward and swirved his handle bars.
It was too late to turn back now. Crash. Right into a table. The table went flying a few feet then landed with a loud noise onto the ground.
Billie opened his eyes to see Ollie standing over him with her hands on her hips. His bike was nearby and he had a scratch on his hand from the handle bars that skimmed him as he fell.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not ride your bike in here?!?" she said.
"Sorry mom. I really am. I'll clean it up!" he replied putting on a cute face.
"Just clean it up will you?" she said rolling her eyes and helping him up.
Since Billie didn't want to get into anymore trouble he did what he was told . He moved his bike to the side and put back everything as it was then sat into one of the booths.
"The day I stop riding my bike when I'm not suppose to is the day that I die," said Billie proudly to himself.
He pulled his backpack off his shoulders and placed it on the table infront of him. His bag was always so light it made him forget he had it on. Billie waited silently. Earlier, he was at Mike's house, but then he got a call from Ollie asking him to come down to her work. His five other syblings were out for the day at either afterschool clubs, or with their friends. It was amazing how Ollie somehow managed to keep track of all her children, all 6 of them. Billie had always been the "baby" of the family since he was the youngest and at times he hated it. Sometimes it would feel like he would have to live up to so much and he didn't want t be like his older brother's and sisters. He wanted to stand out. And there was one way he could... Music.
He sat in the booth staring into space just blanking out. Nothing really came to mind accept trying to figure out why his mom wanted him to come here. He was waiting in the booth for 10 minutes then finally Ollie emerged from behind the counter. She approached Billie and looked down on him. He looked back up and shurgged.
"Okay Bill honey, the reason I asked you to come here was because I want you to meet somebody. Since David, Allen, Marcy, Holly, and Anna are busy at the moment I decided you should be the first to meet him," she said calmly.
Him? Billie thought.
No. No way. Nobody can replace dad. EVER.
A hidden worried look developed in Billie's eyes as he looked up at his mom with a helpless look.
He didn't want a step dad.
The front door jingled as a man came through the door and immediately looked at Ollie. He approached her and gave her a kiss on the cheek glancing at Billie.
"Billie, this is Brad. He's my b-boyfriend," she stumbled.
Billie was speechless. He didn't know what to say. It all just came as a big shock. Brad? Who the hell is this clown? Billie had no idea. Nor did he want to know. He barley knew him but he already had a feeling none of this was right. Billie glanced at Brad. Nothing good could come from this. I hate him already. Billie crossed his arms and slumped down into the booth. One question buzzed around in his mind as he took one last look at his mom... then took a last quick glance at Brad...
Why do you want him?
