What happens When Your Idol Is Your Dad?, chapter 9
Billie shrugged.
"What's your band called then?"
"We started with the name "Mum's little nightmare" but grew out of that within 5 seconds, but we change name with the wind, at the minute were called THEM"
"It's shit really, I'm just waiting for the name to pop up in my head y'know like when you write music"
"You write music?"
"Yeah the others don't have a brain cell between them, I like writing it's an out let I guess, I mean I'm just a kid now one's gonna listen to me but when I write a song about my views and see a crowd singing it back to me, it makes me feel like someone's out there and willing to listen."
Billie smiled as if he knew exactly what I was talking about.
We pulled up outside the hospital and I spotted My Billie waiting at the entrance.
"I was thinking why not bring the guys back to mine for band practice, we would really love to meet them, that can stay the night if they want, coz my house is only an hours drive to Gilman where its two hours from where you live." Billie offered.
"I'll think about it" I chewed my bottom lip.
"I'll pick you up around seven tonight?"
"Yeah that would be great thanks Dad" I let the word slip out as if I had meant it.
"Shit I didn't mean to call you that" I struggled with my seat belt to get out the car.
"It's alright Amy"
"No its not!" I got out of the car and slummed the door behind me as I stumbled over to my Billie.
I heard Billie Joe's car speed off as I collapsed into my Billie's arms. Billie pulled me into a warm embrace and hugged me for a long time. Billie knew better than to flood me with questions straight away. He just stood there and run his fingers threw my hair offering words of comfort.
"He found me." I mumbled.
"What?" Billie asked worried.
"My real Dad, Mom called him because she knows she is dying" A tear slipped down my cheek.
"Who is he?"
"It's Billie Joe fucking Armstrong!" I cried getting some strange stares from people passing in and out the busy hospital.
"You're shitting me?"
I shook my head.
"No, his my Dad he wants to meet you and Marc and Tom tonight!" I pouted.
"Sure, if you want me to meet him?"
"Well I haven't exactly told him I have a boyfriend, I just explained we were close"
Billie nodded.
"It's gonna be ok honey, but know your Mom needs us to be strong, so lets put on a brave face and say ever thing went well last night." Billie whispered pulling me into another tight embrace.
"How do you know things went crap last night?"
"I didn't but you sounded pissed on the phone, plus I've known you for too long to know that you wouldn't give anyone and easy ride." Billie smiled pushing my fringe out of my face.
I looking at Billie and studied his face. If you thought about it MY Billie Joe look an awful lot like my father. Both black hair about the same length but styled differently, my Billie preferred the emo look, his jet black hair covered his right eyes and he often spiked the back. His eyes green like my fathers the only major difference was that my Billie was tall over 6 ft but still as petit body wise as my father. The boys at high school had often called him twiggy, well it looked like twiggy snapped as he had dropped out. Billie and me often got weird looks while we were out, as we looked so alike, most people thought we were brother and sister.
Billie's lips softly brushed mine and he gave me a tender kiss.
"Come on little sister, let's go visit Mom" He smiled at a nurse that past that gave him a disgusting look.
We both giggled before heading back into the hospital.
It was about 7:20 when Billie showed up...
"What's your band called then?"
"We started with the name "Mum's little nightmare" but grew out of that within 5 seconds, but we change name with the wind, at the minute were called THEM"
"It's shit really, I'm just waiting for the name to pop up in my head y'know like when you write music"
"You write music?"
"Yeah the others don't have a brain cell between them, I like writing it's an out let I guess, I mean I'm just a kid now one's gonna listen to me but when I write a song about my views and see a crowd singing it back to me, it makes me feel like someone's out there and willing to listen."
Billie smiled as if he knew exactly what I was talking about.
We pulled up outside the hospital and I spotted My Billie waiting at the entrance.
"I was thinking why not bring the guys back to mine for band practice, we would really love to meet them, that can stay the night if they want, coz my house is only an hours drive to Gilman where its two hours from where you live." Billie offered.
"I'll think about it" I chewed my bottom lip.
"I'll pick you up around seven tonight?"
"Yeah that would be great thanks Dad" I let the word slip out as if I had meant it.
"Shit I didn't mean to call you that" I struggled with my seat belt to get out the car.
"It's alright Amy"
"No its not!" I got out of the car and slummed the door behind me as I stumbled over to my Billie.
I heard Billie Joe's car speed off as I collapsed into my Billie's arms. Billie pulled me into a warm embrace and hugged me for a long time. Billie knew better than to flood me with questions straight away. He just stood there and run his fingers threw my hair offering words of comfort.
"He found me." I mumbled.
"What?" Billie asked worried.
"My real Dad, Mom called him because she knows she is dying" A tear slipped down my cheek.
"Who is he?"
"It's Billie Joe fucking Armstrong!" I cried getting some strange stares from people passing in and out the busy hospital.
"You're shitting me?"
I shook my head.
"No, his my Dad he wants to meet you and Marc and Tom tonight!" I pouted.
"Sure, if you want me to meet him?"
"Well I haven't exactly told him I have a boyfriend, I just explained we were close"
Billie nodded.
"It's gonna be ok honey, but know your Mom needs us to be strong, so lets put on a brave face and say ever thing went well last night." Billie whispered pulling me into another tight embrace.
"How do you know things went crap last night?"
"I didn't but you sounded pissed on the phone, plus I've known you for too long to know that you wouldn't give anyone and easy ride." Billie smiled pushing my fringe out of my face.
I looking at Billie and studied his face. If you thought about it MY Billie Joe look an awful lot like my father. Both black hair about the same length but styled differently, my Billie preferred the emo look, his jet black hair covered his right eyes and he often spiked the back. His eyes green like my fathers the only major difference was that my Billie was tall over 6 ft but still as petit body wise as my father. The boys at high school had often called him twiggy, well it looked like twiggy snapped as he had dropped out. Billie and me often got weird looks while we were out, as we looked so alike, most people thought we were brother and sister.
Billie's lips softly brushed mine and he gave me a tender kiss.
"Come on little sister, let's go visit Mom" He smiled at a nurse that past that gave him a disgusting look.
We both giggled before heading back into the hospital.
It was about 7:20 when Billie showed up...
