What happens When Your Idol Is Your Dad?, chapter 1
I hated looking like him, I hated liking the same stuff as him and sharing the same views but most of all I hated sounding like him. The last thing the world needs is another Billie Joe Armstrong one is enough for anyone. I clenched my fists in disgust and had a strong urge to punch the mirror in front of me. But I couldn't flip out not now, not while my Mom lay dieing in a hospital bed, wasting away in front of my eyes. I splashed cold water on my tiered face and took a deep breath before returning to my Mom's bedside. HE was there.
"Amy...I know...you're upset...and...this is... a lot to take in... But please honey... I need you... to go... with... your Da-" My Mom spoke breathlessly till I gave her the look (don't you dare call him my Dad).
"Billie."
Mom gave my hand a weak squeeze and a demisted smile.
I took along sigh.
"Ok only for you, but I hope you know your letting a stranger take me!" I smirked.
"That's... enough... attitude from you... young lady," Mom smiled.
"His... not a... total... stranger."
"He is to me!"
"Erm I am actually here!" Billie spoke softly.
"Yeah even thou I wish you weren't" I scoffed.
"Amelia!" Mom warned.
"Mom I don't wanna leave you yet visiting hours aren't even over"
"But... you... look tired!"
"I'm fine Mom, stop fussing over me and concentrate on yourself"
"I can't... until... you... go with... Billie"
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't mind waiting" Billie offered.
"Go" Mom closed her eyes.
"I'm... going... to sleep... any... way"
"But Mom"
"Amy GO"
"Fine" I huffed bending down and kissing my Mom on the head.
"I'll be back tomorrow and you have to promise to be here?"
"O.K I'll... do... my best" Mom managed a smile.
"Be... nice to.... Billie"
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I'll do my best" I smiled.
Billie led the way to his car, a black BMW. He opened the door for me and I got in Billie climbed into the driving seat. I tapped a rhythm on the windowpane and hummed lightly to myself thinking of a new song for the band.
"So" Billie tried to start a conversation.
"SO" I mocked back.
"Are we going by your house to get some stuff then going back to mine?"
"I guess, you're the one driving the car"
"Hmm"
There was silence until we pulled up outside the place I called home.
"I don't see why Mom wont let me stay here on my own, I don't see why all of a sudden I have to go live with you!" I mumbled getting out of the car.
I rushed over to the house and dug out my keys. I dashed up to my bedroom and through some clothes in an old Hot Topic bag. I picked up bullet and beauty. I looked up on my wall to see Billie Joes staring back at me I ripped the poster down in disgusted. Its not every day you find out your ideal is your Dad! I hurried back to the car.
"Where do you want these?" I asked motioning to my bass-beauty and my guitar-bullet (that was a replica of Blue Billie's famous guitar)
"Don't you have the case for the bass?"
"No, my basses stole that a long time ago"
Billie climbed out the car and popped the boot.
"Put the guitar in here and put the bass on the back seat as it has no case"
"Amy...I know...you're upset...and...this is... a lot to take in... But please honey... I need you... to go... with... your Da-" My Mom spoke breathlessly till I gave her the look (don't you dare call him my Dad).
"Billie."
Mom gave my hand a weak squeeze and a demisted smile.
I took along sigh.
"Ok only for you, but I hope you know your letting a stranger take me!" I smirked.
"That's... enough... attitude from you... young lady," Mom smiled.
"His... not a... total... stranger."
"He is to me!"
"Erm I am actually here!" Billie spoke softly.
"Yeah even thou I wish you weren't" I scoffed.
"Amelia!" Mom warned.
"Mom I don't wanna leave you yet visiting hours aren't even over"
"But... you... look tired!"
"I'm fine Mom, stop fussing over me and concentrate on yourself"
"I can't... until... you... go with... Billie"
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't mind waiting" Billie offered.
"Go" Mom closed her eyes.
"I'm... going... to sleep... any... way"
"But Mom"
"Amy GO"
"Fine" I huffed bending down and kissing my Mom on the head.
"I'll be back tomorrow and you have to promise to be here?"
"O.K I'll... do... my best" Mom managed a smile.
"Be... nice to.... Billie"
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I'll do my best" I smiled.
Billie led the way to his car, a black BMW. He opened the door for me and I got in Billie climbed into the driving seat. I tapped a rhythm on the windowpane and hummed lightly to myself thinking of a new song for the band.
"So" Billie tried to start a conversation.
"SO" I mocked back.
"Are we going by your house to get some stuff then going back to mine?"
"I guess, you're the one driving the car"
"Hmm"
There was silence until we pulled up outside the place I called home.
"I don't see why Mom wont let me stay here on my own, I don't see why all of a sudden I have to go live with you!" I mumbled getting out of the car.
I rushed over to the house and dug out my keys. I dashed up to my bedroom and through some clothes in an old Hot Topic bag. I picked up bullet and beauty. I looked up on my wall to see Billie Joes staring back at me I ripped the poster down in disgusted. Its not every day you find out your ideal is your Dad! I hurried back to the car.
"Where do you want these?" I asked motioning to my bass-beauty and my guitar-bullet (that was a replica of Blue Billie's famous guitar)
"Don't you have the case for the bass?"
"No, my basses stole that a long time ago"
Billie climbed out the car and popped the boot.
"Put the guitar in here and put the bass on the back seat as it has no case"
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