Where Did You Go?, chapter 1
..."So, Megan, did you like the concert?" Billie Joe asked. "Yeah it was great!" Megan replied. "Yeah you should have seen her face when you dedicated that song to her!" Roby butted in. "Oh really so you liked it?" Billie Joe said with a smirk on his face. "Yeah." Megan said blushing, "I thought it was really sweet, no one's ever dedicated a song to me before." She added. "Really, I can't see why not." Billie Joe said with an almost dream like look Megan had never seen him use before. Megan grew redder and said, "Thanks." "You're welcome," He replied. "You know Roby, Arik was wrong! He really is sweet!" Megan said with a soft laugh. Billie laughed back, "Wow thanks." Megan smiled as she looked into Billie's eyes. "Well it's getting kind of late, maybe you could call me sometime?" "Sure that would be great!" Megan eagerly said. Billie Joe pulled out a pen and leaned over to write his number on the back of Megan's back stage pass. Megan breathed heavily as she watched him lean in close to her. When he finished he stayed close and looked into her eyes with a wild grin on his face and what happened next Megan would never, ever forget... he kissed her, it wasn't very long and it wasn't on the lips, but it was perfect and unforgettable the way it was...
"Wow Billie!" Tre said. "What?" "We never saw you act that way around a girl before!" Mike answered. "Well I really like this girl guys," Billie Joe replied. "Well you only just met her today bud, how do you know for sure?" Tre asked. "Well I don't know... there's just something about this girl... Like a certain glow to her that no girl I've ever met before..." "Wow, so did you hear anything about 'Blue' yet?" Mike asked. "Nope, the officer I talked to earlier said he'd call back sometime tomorrow," Billie replied, "Well you guys do whatever but I'm going to go to bed it's late and I need to be up when the police call me back," he added. "Ok night," Mike said.
"So are you going to call him?" Roby asked. "I don't know..." Megan replied. "Why not you got to know by now that he's obviously into you!" "Yeah well the concert was just last night and I think it might be to soon." "Come on he kissed you the first day he met you and you're going to worry about a phone call being to soon!?" "Well ok but I'm not going to call him now!" "And why not may I ask?" "Well because you're here and I want it to be private! A Duh!" "Well fine then! I'll but out of your business!" "Don't worry I'll tell you about it later!" "Ok great! Well I got to go, talk to ya later!"
Megan got her cell phone out and dialled the number on the back of her back stage pass carefully so she didn't punch in the wrong numbers. She waited patiently for him to pick up. One ring, two rings, Three rings... "Hello this is Billie Joe" "Hi this is Megan" she replied. "Oh hi what's up?" "Not much really you?" "Well I got a phone call from the police just a few minutes ago." "What?! Why?!" "Oh didn't I tell you yesterday someone stole my favourite guitar 'Blue'" "Really? What did they have to say?" "They searched my house the night of the concert and they found was a few good finger prints, some short blonde hairs, and a few drops of blood off the broken window. They took a DNA sample but it won't be back for about a month or two they said." "Oh well at least they have a lead." "Yeah, hey do you want to do something this week-end?" "Sure but only if it's going to my birthday parry." "Your birthday's this week-end?" "Well actually it was yesterday but I wanted to celebrate it on a week-end." "Wow I didn't know that why didn't you say anything to me?" "I don't know I I grabbed my tattered old guitar and strummed the chords to the most beautiful song in the world. It wasn’t long before I noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. I put down my guitar and wept.
My eyes opened. As I looked around my apartment, I noticed something different. My guitar had gone! Blue was the guitar I loved the most, and it has disappeared! As I frantically searched my room, the door opened. It was Mike.
‘Billie Joe,’ he panted, ‘we’re due on stage in an hour, hurry up!’
‘I can’t,’ I said quietly ‘Blue has gone.’
Suddenly, Tre ran in, screaming as always.
‘I’m going to beat the crap outta my drums tonight!’ he shouted, whilst drumming the air.
‘Billie Joe’s lost Blue,’ Mike said quietly.
Tre stopped drumming and looked at me. He saw the tears creeping quietly down my face.
‘Dude… I’m so sorry… do you have any idea where it is?’
I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to be alone. Mike noticed my expression.
‘Come on Tre; let’s leave Billie Joe alone for a while.’
As they both walked out of my apartment I saw a figure. I had no idea what it was but it was looking straight at me. When it saw my eyes he ran. Quickly.
And all I could do is cry.
"Wow Billie!" Tre said. "What?" "We never saw you act that way around a girl before!" Mike answered. "Well I really like this girl guys," Billie Joe replied. "Well you only just met her today bud, how do you know for sure?" Tre asked. "Well I don't know... there's just something about this girl... Like a certain glow to her that no girl I've ever met before..." "Wow, so did you hear anything about 'Blue' yet?" Mike asked. "Nope, the officer I talked to earlier said he'd call back sometime tomorrow," Billie replied, "Well you guys do whatever but I'm going to go to bed it's late and I need to be up when the police call me back," he added. "Ok night," Mike said.
"So are you going to call him?" Roby asked. "I don't know..." Megan replied. "Why not you got to know by now that he's obviously into you!" "Yeah well the concert was just last night and I think it might be to soon." "Come on he kissed you the first day he met you and you're going to worry about a phone call being to soon!?" "Well ok but I'm not going to call him now!" "And why not may I ask?" "Well because you're here and I want it to be private! A Duh!" "Well fine then! I'll but out of your business!" "Don't worry I'll tell you about it later!" "Ok great! Well I got to go, talk to ya later!"
Megan got her cell phone out and dialled the number on the back of her back stage pass carefully so she didn't punch in the wrong numbers. She waited patiently for him to pick up. One ring, two rings, Three rings... "Hello this is Billie Joe" "Hi this is Megan" she replied. "Oh hi what's up?" "Not much really you?" "Well I got a phone call from the police just a few minutes ago." "What?! Why?!" "Oh didn't I tell you yesterday someone stole my favourite guitar 'Blue'" "Really? What did they have to say?" "They searched my house the night of the concert and they found was a few good finger prints, some short blonde hairs, and a few drops of blood off the broken window. They took a DNA sample but it won't be back for about a month or two they said." "Oh well at least they have a lead." "Yeah, hey do you want to do something this week-end?" "Sure but only if it's going to my birthday parry." "Your birthday's this week-end?" "Well actually it was yesterday but I wanted to celebrate it on a week-end." "Wow I didn't know that why didn't you say anything to me?" "I don't know I I grabbed my tattered old guitar and strummed the chords to the most beautiful song in the world. It wasn’t long before I noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. I put down my guitar and wept.
My eyes opened. As I looked around my apartment, I noticed something different. My guitar had gone! Blue was the guitar I loved the most, and it has disappeared! As I frantically searched my room, the door opened. It was Mike.
‘Billie Joe,’ he panted, ‘we’re due on stage in an hour, hurry up!’
‘I can’t,’ I said quietly ‘Blue has gone.’
Suddenly, Tre ran in, screaming as always.
‘I’m going to beat the crap outta my drums tonight!’ he shouted, whilst drumming the air.
‘Billie Joe’s lost Blue,’ Mike said quietly.
Tre stopped drumming and looked at me. He saw the tears creeping quietly down my face.
‘Dude… I’m so sorry… do you have any idea where it is?’
I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to be alone. Mike noticed my expression.
‘Come on Tre; let’s leave Billie Joe alone for a while.’
As they both walked out of my apartment I saw a figure. I had no idea what it was but it was looking straight at me. When it saw my eyes he ran. Quickly.
And all I could do is cry.
