Maria's Journey, chapter 2
"What?" Billie mumbled and fell asleep again. I gave him a big push. He opened his gorgous green eyes and looked at me. "Do you have any booze?" I said and looked back. It was hard to look at him. He had been like my God for two years. It's hard to look your God right into the eyes. He giggled. "Yeah, sure. I guess there is something in the back." He laughed and started fumbling around in the back looking for alcohol of any kind. He grabbed a couple of beers and was about to give me one of them, but stopped. "Aren't you a little too young to drink?" He asked and looked at me. "You don't want to fuck up your life on alcohol!" I smiled and grabbed the beer from his hand. "Cheers, for fucking up life!" I said and drank almost the whole bottle at once. It tasted funny. Billie did the same. Tre was still asleep in the front seat with his tongue out of his mouth and Mike was driving. Billie gave me another beer. I drank it.
Ten beers later(or something like that) I found myself on the sidewalk, puking my guts out. Billie was standing next to me, holding my short, black hair back. Mike jumped a bit around and lit a cigarette. Tre was still asleep in the car. "Are you okay now?" I nodded and felt very dizzy. "Could you please stand still!" I said to Billie. My head was punding like a drum. I lost track of the ground and fell forward, right into Billie's arms. He laughed and carried me back into the car. I was so cold. I never should have asked for beer. I was too young and now I had this huge hangover.
I think I must have fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, we were at a gas station. Billie was sitting next to me. I must have looked like shit. My hair was all messy and my clothes were dirty. "Hi, sleepyhead," Billie said and smiled at me "Come on! Let's get some food."
Billie had to carry me inside the gas station. I was still a bit hungover. "What do you want?" He said and pointed at food and candy. I picked out some popcorn and some sandwiches. I started counting my money, to see if I had enough. Billie took what I was supposed to buy and paid for it. I looked at him funny. "Because I got you all hungover...I don't think straight when I am drunk!" he said and gave me a pat on the shoulder.
"Are we there yet?" Tre complained(yes he was awake now). Mike looked a bit angry and said: "We'll get there when we get there!" I tried to laugh, but my whole body was in pain. I groaned. Billie looked over at me desperately. "Are you alright? Do you need some water? Want some air?" I tried to laugh again, but it didn't work now either. "No, I'm fine!" I whispered in his ear and fell asleep again in Billie Joe Armstrong's, my punk God, arms and smiled of how lucky life can be sometimes.
Ten beers later(or something like that) I found myself on the sidewalk, puking my guts out. Billie was standing next to me, holding my short, black hair back. Mike jumped a bit around and lit a cigarette. Tre was still asleep in the car. "Are you okay now?" I nodded and felt very dizzy. "Could you please stand still!" I said to Billie. My head was punding like a drum. I lost track of the ground and fell forward, right into Billie's arms. He laughed and carried me back into the car. I was so cold. I never should have asked for beer. I was too young and now I had this huge hangover.
I think I must have fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, we were at a gas station. Billie was sitting next to me. I must have looked like shit. My hair was all messy and my clothes were dirty. "Hi, sleepyhead," Billie said and smiled at me "Come on! Let's get some food."
Billie had to carry me inside the gas station. I was still a bit hungover. "What do you want?" He said and pointed at food and candy. I picked out some popcorn and some sandwiches. I started counting my money, to see if I had enough. Billie took what I was supposed to buy and paid for it. I looked at him funny. "Because I got you all hungover...I don't think straight when I am drunk!" he said and gave me a pat on the shoulder.
"Are we there yet?" Tre complained(yes he was awake now). Mike looked a bit angry and said: "We'll get there when we get there!" I tried to laugh, but my whole body was in pain. I groaned. Billie looked over at me desperately. "Are you alright? Do you need some water? Want some air?" I tried to laugh again, but it didn't work now either. "No, I'm fine!" I whispered in his ear and fell asleep again in Billie Joe Armstrong's, my punk God, arms and smiled of how lucky life can be sometimes.
