She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 15
***Billie's POV***
I walked into the hotel room and sat on the couch. Fuck. Why won't she fucking believe me?! And what the hell was up with Lizz?! "You should be ashamed, Billie!" What the fuck was that?
I didn't cry. As you might imagine. I smiled instead. She's so much like me. She looks like me, she talks like me, she's got my potty-mouth, and she acts like me. She reminds me so much of me when I was thirteen.
***Nobody's POV***
I rode my bike down the rode. There were lights headed my way. This is the twelth car I've passed since I left. I don't know where the hell I am.
I stopped at a gas station to get a Coke. I walked outside, straw in mouth, and sat on the sidewalk. People walked by inside. A girl with headphones in her ears and a CD player in her hand sat a few feet away from me. I glanced over in her direction. She smiled at me. I smiled back. "What's your name?"she asked.
"Nobody."
"Seriously? That's an awesome name!"
"Really?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Wow. I'm not used to hearing that."
"Why not?"
"Because people always say that it's depressing. It's not, I don't think. I guess the story behind it kind of is, though."
"Well?"
"Heh. Right. My mom got drunk alot when I was little and she would always call me that. Then the kids at school did. The name sort of stuck. It's not a nice one, but I'm used to it."
"Oh. That is a little depressing."
"What's your name?"
"Chevy."
"I like that name."
"It's not my real one. My real name's Shelby but I don't like it."
She had a shirt on that said "Beautiful Treason" on it.
"Who's that?"
"My band."
"You have a band?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Awesome. Who're you listening to?"
"Green Day."
"I love them. Did you go to their concert?"
"Nah. I couldn't afford it. I would've gone, though. Did you?"
"Yep. It was cool. I even got Billie's autograph."
"Seriously?! That rocks!"
"Yep."
"Well, I know something you probablly don't know."
"What's that?"
"Where they're staying."
"You mean they haven't left yet?"
"Nope. They're gonna be here another week."
"How the hell do you know all this?"
"Babe, you're looking at Green Day's #1 stalker. I know everything and anything about them."
"Tell me where they are!"
"Why should I?"
"Come on!"
"Fine. I was kidding. They're staying at the Hilton. Romm #231 West."
"God, you rock, Chevy!"
"Hey, I try."
I got back on my bike and sped off. I rode a mile up the rode. Two miles. Three miles. Four. Five. I saw the lights of the Hilton hotel up the streets. This was it! I was finally going to meet my dad! Well, for the second time...
***Billie's POV***
"Want a beer?" Tre asked, offering me the bottle. I shook my head. He shrugged and chugged it down. "Ah," he said, "Good. You should've had it. Best beer I've ever had."
"You say that about every one you've had," I smirked. He's such an idiot. I can't help goofing off with him, though.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Mike yelled, and ran to the door. I looked down at the floor. "Bill," Mike said, "There's someone here to see you." I looked up.
"Hi, Dad."
I walked into the hotel room and sat on the couch. Fuck. Why won't she fucking believe me?! And what the hell was up with Lizz?! "You should be ashamed, Billie!" What the fuck was that?
I didn't cry. As you might imagine. I smiled instead. She's so much like me. She looks like me, she talks like me, she's got my potty-mouth, and she acts like me. She reminds me so much of me when I was thirteen.
***Nobody's POV***
I rode my bike down the rode. There were lights headed my way. This is the twelth car I've passed since I left. I don't know where the hell I am.
I stopped at a gas station to get a Coke. I walked outside, straw in mouth, and sat on the sidewalk. People walked by inside. A girl with headphones in her ears and a CD player in her hand sat a few feet away from me. I glanced over in her direction. She smiled at me. I smiled back. "What's your name?"she asked.
"Nobody."
"Seriously? That's an awesome name!"
"Really?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Wow. I'm not used to hearing that."
"Why not?"
"Because people always say that it's depressing. It's not, I don't think. I guess the story behind it kind of is, though."
"Well?"
"Heh. Right. My mom got drunk alot when I was little and she would always call me that. Then the kids at school did. The name sort of stuck. It's not a nice one, but I'm used to it."
"Oh. That is a little depressing."
"What's your name?"
"Chevy."
"I like that name."
"It's not my real one. My real name's Shelby but I don't like it."
She had a shirt on that said "Beautiful Treason" on it.
"Who's that?"
"My band."
"You have a band?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Awesome. Who're you listening to?"
"Green Day."
"I love them. Did you go to their concert?"
"Nah. I couldn't afford it. I would've gone, though. Did you?"
"Yep. It was cool. I even got Billie's autograph."
"Seriously?! That rocks!"
"Yep."
"Well, I know something you probablly don't know."
"What's that?"
"Where they're staying."
"You mean they haven't left yet?"
"Nope. They're gonna be here another week."
"How the hell do you know all this?"
"Babe, you're looking at Green Day's #1 stalker. I know everything and anything about them."
"Tell me where they are!"
"Why should I?"
"Come on!"
"Fine. I was kidding. They're staying at the Hilton. Romm #231 West."
"God, you rock, Chevy!"
"Hey, I try."
I got back on my bike and sped off. I rode a mile up the rode. Two miles. Three miles. Four. Five. I saw the lights of the Hilton hotel up the streets. This was it! I was finally going to meet my dad! Well, for the second time...
***Billie's POV***
"Want a beer?" Tre asked, offering me the bottle. I shook my head. He shrugged and chugged it down. "Ah," he said, "Good. You should've had it. Best beer I've ever had."
"You say that about every one you've had," I smirked. He's such an idiot. I can't help goofing off with him, though.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Mike yelled, and ran to the door. I looked down at the floor. "Bill," Mike said, "There's someone here to see you." I looked up.
"Hi, Dad."
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