I Ran Away To Hell, chapter 1
***Summer of 1988***
"Happy Birthday Rachel!" Billie, Mike, and Ollie shouted.
"Holy fuck! I said I didn't want a party!" I said, struggling to hold in my giggles. Billie Joe nodded.
"But I, your best friend know you really wanted one. So now bow down and thank me," he said, standing, well trying, to stand tall. I looked at the cake and burst out laughing.
"My name is Rachel! Not Bertha!!!" Billie and Mike looked at the cake with a surprised look on their faces. Billie started laughing. Mike just had a confused look on his face.
"I...know...but...I...got...the...wrong...cake..." Billie said in-between laughs.
Ok, let me introduce myself. My name is Rachel Ramone, and I've been Billie's best friend since...say...I was five years old. I recently dyed my hair black, and it has red streaks. Billie thought I should do it, since our teachers at the high school hated anything with the colors red or black. I ran away to Billie's house at the age of eleven, since my parents were drunks and druggies. And I've lived here ever since.
"You dumbfuck! You got the wrong cake!?!?!"
"No. Mom made it. Blame her." I looked up at Ollie who said,
"I just made the cake. I didn't ice it. That was Billie Joe's job." Billie had stopped laughing now and was talking to Mike. He kinda had an evil grin on his face. It made me smile.
"Now what are you two hell-makers planning on destroying today?" Mike nodded at Billie, who took me to the cake.
"Nothing. I mean, you are now sixteen!! You can drive me around!!!!" Before I could reply, Billie and Mike had shoved my head into the cake. I lifted my head out of the destroyed cake, glaring at Mike and Billie.
"Oh, and by the way, we decided to destroy, one, your eyeliner that was on your face, and two, your cake," Billie said nonchalantly.
"Present time!!! Open mine!" It was the first Mike said all day, so I decided to open his first. It was a journal. It was black with red letters that said, 'A diary is fucking girly. That's why I have a journal.' I searched for Billie's present, but couldn't find it. This was odd considering I would only get two presents. I glanced at Billie Joe.
"What did you do with my present?" Billie smirked.
"Well, your first present is on your bed." I went upstairs to Billie's room. On my bed was a Ramones shirt that I had been dying for since like, forever. I raced back outside, eager for my next gift.
"And your second gift is something I couldn't wrap up. No, I couldn't wrap it up because of its size." I was puzzled. "Well, see, Rachel." He took a deep breath. "Well, I've had a huge crush on you since we were 11. And I was wondering...if you would go out with me."
My mouth dropped. It was like my dream was a reality. Well, my love dream of course. I had been wanting to ask Billie out for years, but never worked up the courage. Billie walked up to me, leaving Mike to try and salvage the last of my cake. Billie pushed my mouth up so it shut.
"I was aware my mouth was open thank you very much." Billie looked at me expectantly. "Well duh!! I would literally love to go out with you!!" I said, hugging him. Mike came up and pried my arms off Billie's neck.
"Ok lovey Rachel, you can go now. We need punk Rachel back for our show at Gilman tonight." Billie slammed his hand to his head.
"God Mike, always have to ruin the moment. Well, Rachel, are you coming with us to Gilman tonight?"
Stupid question, I thought. I always go to their shows. I smiled sweetly and said, "Of course. And I'll be waiting backstage for the annual joint-off." And with that, Mike and Billie left to pick up John and set up at Gilman.
"Happy Birthday Rachel!" Billie, Mike, and Ollie shouted.
"Holy fuck! I said I didn't want a party!" I said, struggling to hold in my giggles. Billie Joe nodded.
"But I, your best friend know you really wanted one. So now bow down and thank me," he said, standing, well trying, to stand tall. I looked at the cake and burst out laughing.
"My name is Rachel! Not Bertha!!!" Billie and Mike looked at the cake with a surprised look on their faces. Billie started laughing. Mike just had a confused look on his face.
"I...know...but...I...got...the...wrong...cake..." Billie said in-between laughs.
Ok, let me introduce myself. My name is Rachel Ramone, and I've been Billie's best friend since...say...I was five years old. I recently dyed my hair black, and it has red streaks. Billie thought I should do it, since our teachers at the high school hated anything with the colors red or black. I ran away to Billie's house at the age of eleven, since my parents were drunks and druggies. And I've lived here ever since.
"You dumbfuck! You got the wrong cake!?!?!"
"No. Mom made it. Blame her." I looked up at Ollie who said,
"I just made the cake. I didn't ice it. That was Billie Joe's job." Billie had stopped laughing now and was talking to Mike. He kinda had an evil grin on his face. It made me smile.
"Now what are you two hell-makers planning on destroying today?" Mike nodded at Billie, who took me to the cake.
"Nothing. I mean, you are now sixteen!! You can drive me around!!!!" Before I could reply, Billie and Mike had shoved my head into the cake. I lifted my head out of the destroyed cake, glaring at Mike and Billie.
"Oh, and by the way, we decided to destroy, one, your eyeliner that was on your face, and two, your cake," Billie said nonchalantly.
"Present time!!! Open mine!" It was the first Mike said all day, so I decided to open his first. It was a journal. It was black with red letters that said, 'A diary is fucking girly. That's why I have a journal.' I searched for Billie's present, but couldn't find it. This was odd considering I would only get two presents. I glanced at Billie Joe.
"What did you do with my present?" Billie smirked.
"Well, your first present is on your bed." I went upstairs to Billie's room. On my bed was a Ramones shirt that I had been dying for since like, forever. I raced back outside, eager for my next gift.
"And your second gift is something I couldn't wrap up. No, I couldn't wrap it up because of its size." I was puzzled. "Well, see, Rachel." He took a deep breath. "Well, I've had a huge crush on you since we were 11. And I was wondering...if you would go out with me."
My mouth dropped. It was like my dream was a reality. Well, my love dream of course. I had been wanting to ask Billie out for years, but never worked up the courage. Billie walked up to me, leaving Mike to try and salvage the last of my cake. Billie pushed my mouth up so it shut.
"I was aware my mouth was open thank you very much." Billie looked at me expectantly. "Well duh!! I would literally love to go out with you!!" I said, hugging him. Mike came up and pried my arms off Billie's neck.
"Ok lovey Rachel, you can go now. We need punk Rachel back for our show at Gilman tonight." Billie slammed his hand to his head.
"God Mike, always have to ruin the moment. Well, Rachel, are you coming with us to Gilman tonight?"
Stupid question, I thought. I always go to their shows. I smiled sweetly and said, "Of course. And I'll be waiting backstage for the annual joint-off." And with that, Mike and Billie left to pick up John and set up at Gilman.
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