This is Ludicrous, chapter 6
Billie Joe opened his eyes, wondering what had happened. He slowly lifted his head and looked down. Linda lay there, sound as a baby. A smile came across his face, and he kissed her hand that had been holding onto him the previous night.
Billie looked out of the window, seeing the bright sun come up into the Oakland sky. The clock that stood on Linda's dresser said 6:45, the day hadn't even begun. Everyone else in the LeVille household was asleep. His mind had so many thoughts racing through it, taking a simple walk would clear it. Quietly and slowly, Billie Joe got up from the bed and stretched. He looked back at Linda, still sleeping like a baby. A small kiss on her cheek was all he gave before he went outside to breathe some fresh air.
His worn sneakers walked along the pavement of the small sidewalks on his street. He stared at them. He couldn't help smiling; he couldn't help thinking of how beautiful Linda was. The greatest part, she was his. No one had ever liked Billie Joe like that before (except for those two crazy girls back in the second grade...). And somehow he was so shocked that all of a sudden, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on felt the same way that he did towards her. He contemplated, his hands deep inside his pockets. Perhaps he should be getting back to Linda, or should he, "OH SHIT!"
Onto the pavement he fell, head first and all.
"Billie Joe FUCKING Armstrong, why the fuck are you up so early? And why are you actually exercising?"
"Storm, what the fuck? Can't you see I fell on my face? Don't ever do that again, man." Billie said, after being ambushed to the ground by one of his best friends.
"I'm sorry Billie Joe, it's just so funny to see how you react to things... Oh my God that was funny," he laughed.
"Of course it was to you, you're a fucking whack job," Billie mumbled as he tried to straighten our neck.
"So can you answer my question, why are you up so early out for a walk?" Storm asked, his arms folded.
"Well I should be asking you the same... " Billie quipped.
"True dat, man." Storm sighed; the two were once again at a stalemate. "Even if you won't tell me, I know that you're thinking about Linda, once again it's showing."
"Wow, you've suddenly become a genius, Storm. And I can tell you're just out acting like a fucking retard."
"Have you gotten enough courage to tell her yet?" Storm asked, the two continued to walk on their way down the street.
"Actually... I did." Billie smiled, looking at Storms estranged reaction. "In fact, this morning I woke up in her arms. Beat that my good friend."
"Damn, pretty good Armstrong. You fucked her? That is crazy!"
"Um... no. I just told her last night, and I fell asleep at her house. Other than that, nothing happened. Why don't you grow up?" Billie Joe said as he pushed Storm back onto the pavement, the same why he has just been a few moments before.
"Awe fuck Armstrong, what's your problem, man?" Storm yelled as Billie Joe turned around and ran back to Linda's house, already getting enough fresh air.
Billie looked out of the window, seeing the bright sun come up into the Oakland sky. The clock that stood on Linda's dresser said 6:45, the day hadn't even begun. Everyone else in the LeVille household was asleep. His mind had so many thoughts racing through it, taking a simple walk would clear it. Quietly and slowly, Billie Joe got up from the bed and stretched. He looked back at Linda, still sleeping like a baby. A small kiss on her cheek was all he gave before he went outside to breathe some fresh air.
His worn sneakers walked along the pavement of the small sidewalks on his street. He stared at them. He couldn't help smiling; he couldn't help thinking of how beautiful Linda was. The greatest part, she was his. No one had ever liked Billie Joe like that before (except for those two crazy girls back in the second grade...). And somehow he was so shocked that all of a sudden, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on felt the same way that he did towards her. He contemplated, his hands deep inside his pockets. Perhaps he should be getting back to Linda, or should he, "OH SHIT!"
Onto the pavement he fell, head first and all.
"Billie Joe FUCKING Armstrong, why the fuck are you up so early? And why are you actually exercising?"
"Storm, what the fuck? Can't you see I fell on my face? Don't ever do that again, man." Billie said, after being ambushed to the ground by one of his best friends.
"I'm sorry Billie Joe, it's just so funny to see how you react to things... Oh my God that was funny," he laughed.
"Of course it was to you, you're a fucking whack job," Billie mumbled as he tried to straighten our neck.
"So can you answer my question, why are you up so early out for a walk?" Storm asked, his arms folded.
"Well I should be asking you the same... " Billie quipped.
"True dat, man." Storm sighed; the two were once again at a stalemate. "Even if you won't tell me, I know that you're thinking about Linda, once again it's showing."
"Wow, you've suddenly become a genius, Storm. And I can tell you're just out acting like a fucking retard."
"Have you gotten enough courage to tell her yet?" Storm asked, the two continued to walk on their way down the street.
"Actually... I did." Billie smiled, looking at Storms estranged reaction. "In fact, this morning I woke up in her arms. Beat that my good friend."
"Damn, pretty good Armstrong. You fucked her? That is crazy!"
"Um... no. I just told her last night, and I fell asleep at her house. Other than that, nothing happened. Why don't you grow up?" Billie Joe said as he pushed Storm back onto the pavement, the same why he has just been a few moments before.
"Awe fuck Armstrong, what's your problem, man?" Storm yelled as Billie Joe turned around and ran back to Linda's house, already getting enough fresh air.
