This is Ludicrous, chapter 14
"So Miss LeVille, what does it feel like to be Billie Joe's girl?" asked Caroline, one of her best friends.
"Ha, Care please just shut up..." she muttered, trying not to laugh. The two sat in front of the tv, watching random videos on MTV, eating popcorn.
"Come on, it's your eighteenth birthday. Just ease up a bit," Caroline smiled as she handed Linda another shot of whiskey. "I can't believe you're not going to Gilman Street tonight. We should have...and gotten some of them Green Men for ourselves."
"No, I'm alright. This is only Green Day's millionth show. Besides, Billie has a special thing planned for us tomorrow," she raised her eyebrows at Caroline. "It will all work out. We've been together for 3 years, I don't mind if he misses one of my birthdays..." she laughed as she took another swig of her whiskey. She fell on her back, giggling as usual.
Ever since that one call from Mike, Green Day (as what their new band was named) had become one of the underground's biggest bands in the Bay area. They got to play at Gilman Street the night he called, and since then they had been playing non stop. 1990 had approached quicker than anyone thought.
Linda soon grew tired, her eyes closed.
"Get up you fuckin adult!" laughed a certain someone standing by her bed.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Don't you ever yell at me like that to wake me up again!!" she yelled. She eased up, rubbing her eyes. "Okay...?" she laughed.
"I'm really sorry about not being with you last night. But I am going to make it up to you! This summer, you are coming on tour with us!" he smiled as he stretched his arms out wide with a smile. He had changed, his hair was shorter...and was instead a dark shade of green rather than brown. Linda stared at Billie Joe, emotionless.
"I'm...I'm going to waaa?" she said, still trying to get her morning face on.
"You are coming with us on tour! Please come, I need to be with you. It's our first one, I want to share the experience with you." Billie looked at Linda, and began to beg on his knees.
"Well of fucking course I'm coming Billie Joe Armstrong. You honestly think I'm going to just leave you to the road with all of the groupies? When do we leave?"
"Right now."
"Okay sweetheart, behave yourself. I don't want any babies coming home with you, understand?!" Mrs. LeVille cried as she hugged her daughter goodbye.
"I understand mom, I've got birth control."
Her mother just stared. "Eh...Excuse me?"
"Just joking mom, none needed." She hugged her mom once more, grasping her worn in teddy bear, pillow, and her favorite Beatles blanket. Billie Joe stood behind, carrying her bag of clothes and what not.
"Now as for you young man," her mother began, staring at Billie Joe with a stern look. "You make sure she is taken care of and -"
"Honey, Lin is 18 now. You have no say in anything anymore," Mr. LeVille smiled.
"We got to go now, mom," Linda smiled as she grabbed Billie by the arm and left the front door. The two ran to an old beat up blue van, Mike and Tre sitting in the back smiling.
"Well it's about time! Don't your parents have their nickers too tight?" Mike said as Billie helped Linda get in the back. She sat up against his guitar case and just smiled, Billie Joe sitting next to her and putting his arm around her.
"Now, we have a few ground rules while you two are on the bus together," Tre started in winking at Mike. "No public displays of intercourse. We don't want to see that...or do we?" Tre laughed, nudging Mike.
"Tre, shut the fuck up. Thank you." Billie Joe threw his pillow at him.
"Alright everyone, here we go..." laughed Mr. Wright, who was happily driving the beat up library van. "Green Day tour 1990!"
"Ha, Care please just shut up..." she muttered, trying not to laugh. The two sat in front of the tv, watching random videos on MTV, eating popcorn.
"Come on, it's your eighteenth birthday. Just ease up a bit," Caroline smiled as she handed Linda another shot of whiskey. "I can't believe you're not going to Gilman Street tonight. We should have...and gotten some of them Green Men for ourselves."
"No, I'm alright. This is only Green Day's millionth show. Besides, Billie has a special thing planned for us tomorrow," she raised her eyebrows at Caroline. "It will all work out. We've been together for 3 years, I don't mind if he misses one of my birthdays..." she laughed as she took another swig of her whiskey. She fell on her back, giggling as usual.
Ever since that one call from Mike, Green Day (as what their new band was named) had become one of the underground's biggest bands in the Bay area. They got to play at Gilman Street the night he called, and since then they had been playing non stop. 1990 had approached quicker than anyone thought.
Linda soon grew tired, her eyes closed.
"Get up you fuckin adult!" laughed a certain someone standing by her bed.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Don't you ever yell at me like that to wake me up again!!" she yelled. She eased up, rubbing her eyes. "Okay...?" she laughed.
"I'm really sorry about not being with you last night. But I am going to make it up to you! This summer, you are coming on tour with us!" he smiled as he stretched his arms out wide with a smile. He had changed, his hair was shorter...and was instead a dark shade of green rather than brown. Linda stared at Billie Joe, emotionless.
"I'm...I'm going to waaa?" she said, still trying to get her morning face on.
"You are coming with us on tour! Please come, I need to be with you. It's our first one, I want to share the experience with you." Billie looked at Linda, and began to beg on his knees.
"Well of fucking course I'm coming Billie Joe Armstrong. You honestly think I'm going to just leave you to the road with all of the groupies? When do we leave?"
"Right now."
"Okay sweetheart, behave yourself. I don't want any babies coming home with you, understand?!" Mrs. LeVille cried as she hugged her daughter goodbye.
"I understand mom, I've got birth control."
Her mother just stared. "Eh...Excuse me?"
"Just joking mom, none needed." She hugged her mom once more, grasping her worn in teddy bear, pillow, and her favorite Beatles blanket. Billie Joe stood behind, carrying her bag of clothes and what not.
"Now as for you young man," her mother began, staring at Billie Joe with a stern look. "You make sure she is taken care of and -"
"Honey, Lin is 18 now. You have no say in anything anymore," Mr. LeVille smiled.
"We got to go now, mom," Linda smiled as she grabbed Billie by the arm and left the front door. The two ran to an old beat up blue van, Mike and Tre sitting in the back smiling.
"Well it's about time! Don't your parents have their nickers too tight?" Mike said as Billie helped Linda get in the back. She sat up against his guitar case and just smiled, Billie Joe sitting next to her and putting his arm around her.
"Now, we have a few ground rules while you two are on the bus together," Tre started in winking at Mike. "No public displays of intercourse. We don't want to see that...or do we?" Tre laughed, nudging Mike.
"Tre, shut the fuck up. Thank you." Billie Joe threw his pillow at him.
"Alright everyone, here we go..." laughed Mr. Wright, who was happily driving the beat up library van. "Green Day tour 1990!"
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