A Little More Than Life, chapter 2
I awoke only seconds later, still wrapped up in my saviours arms. He smiled and helped me upright.
"Hey," He said, "You okay?"
I ignored the question, looking at him. I looked at his vivid yet beautiful green eyes. I looked at his messy yet cool black hair. I looked at his skinny yet muscley figure. I looked at his happy yet understanding smile. This was Billie Joe Armstrong as we know it.
"I'm Billie," He said unnessessarily. I nodded, unziping my jacket to show him my Dookie shirt. He smiled and said,"What's you name?"
I dodged that question to. Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn't. It was too overwhelming.
"Why did you save me?" I blurted suddenly.
"Huh?" He asked innocently, not getting it.
"Why did you bother to save me?"
"I- well, you coulda died, you know?" He said, blinking wierdly.
"But I'm just a girl and you're-"
"And I'm just a guy," He interrupted. "Look, I'm no different from you."
"Everyone is different from me," I mumbled. He heard.
"You mean, you're different from everyone else?" He said softly. I nodded slowly.
"I get it, kid. They single you out, huh?"
Once again, I nodded. He knew me so well.
Billie's POV
It was like re-living my own life. This kid was just like me.
"So, what's your name?" I asked her again as we started to walk down the dark streets.
She looked at me and said nothing. I didn't push her.
"Ok. Then I'm calling you Whatsername," I said. She smiled faintly, but I knew it was ok.
Whatsername's POV
Why was this happening to me? I mean, it was obvious to me, that by now, at this point in my fucked up life, that G-O-D hated me. Yeah. They dude in the sky had it in for me, I reckoned. Before I realised, that's all he was. Just a dude in the sky, not a magic man. He was only human.
We came to the point where we had to go out seperate ways.
"It was nice meeting you, Whatsername," He said. I just nodded. He smiled and hugged me. I savoured this moment, wanting to cherish it in my heart fot the rest of my life because I knew, sure as hell, this would be the last time I ever met my idol.
***
Billie's POV
Over the next few weeks, we were working on our new album, American Idiot. We pretty much had all the songs on it, all twelve, but I felt something was missing. And it was when I was sitting in my room that night when I realised what.
I picked up Blue, grabbed a pen, and began to write....
[Whatsername Lyrics]
Whatsername's POV
I was sitting watching tv in the shitty orphanage when Green Day came on. I hadn't told any one about the time I had met the Green Day frontman a few weeks ago. They wouldn't listen, nor believe, me anyways. I turned up the volume.
"And today on TRL we have Green Day performing their new song. Take it, Billie Joe!"
"Hey. Thie song is the last one on our American Idiot album. It's called Whatsername. And I would like to dedicate it to the true Whatsername. You know who you are, kid."
He began to sing and I sat back in awe, mesmorised. Did he mean me? No. Nah, it couldn't have been.
You're not that special.
There was a little voice in my head.
I am so.
No you're not. And you know it.
I am SO. What do you know?
Same as you. I'm your brain, dumbass.
Oh. So what. Who else could it be?
He has a wife, he has children, he has friends. Unlike you.
I shook the voice from my head.
"Hey, check the state of her. What a freak!"
A group of teenage girl a little older than me stalked past my room, laughing. I flipped them off and they stopped.
"You wanna do that again, you little punk?" One said.
"No. But I do wanna do this," I said. I went up to the one that had spoken and punched her straight in the face. She gasped and slapped me feebly back. I kicked her in the stomach and one of her slutty friends ran off to get Mrs Raymond.
"Stop! Now! Stop!" Mrs Raymond-BitchFacedManSlut-ran over and tore me away from the bitch. I struggled to get back at her, thrashing about like a lunitic.
"Stop it, Jana!" She cried.
"Get-fucking-screwed!" I screamed.
***
Billie Joe's POV
"Billie, are you sure? I mean, I'm all for it, but why all so sudden?"
"Yeah, babe, I'm sure. I just have this feeling, you know?"
"Ok, then. Good luck, honey."
I drove over to the orphanage and parked the car. I strode up the path and enterd.
"Hello there, can I help you?" Some old bat shuffled over to me.
"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for a teenage girl?"
"Ok. I have quite a few! What's your name?
"Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Come on through, they are all in the sitting room."
I followed her down the stingy halls and into an even stingier room.
All the kids looked up when they say me. Some had shocked looked on thier faces.
"Myla, Nicky, Sally, come over here," The wifey called over three teenage girls.
"Now, girls, this is Mr. Armstrong."
They all smiled cheesily and said,"Hi, Mr Armstrong."
"H-hello," I said meekly, kinda freaked out by them.
"There is a room throught there, for visitors."
The girls dragged me through to a small room.
"So, uh, what music do you like?" I asked them.
"Meh, we don't really like music," Sally said and they other girls did the whole high-pitched giggling thing. I stared at them for a second. Not. Like. Music. WHAT?
I ran from the room, straight into Mrs Thingie.
"Oh, Mr Armstrong. How is it going?"
"Uh, well, we didnt really....bond." She frowned.
"Are therer any more teenage girls?" I asked hopefully.
"No, not really." She thought for a second. "Well....yes."
"Great!" I said.
"Well, she's actually got a horrid attitude, and is awful depressed, I'm sorry to say. She's an awful lot of bother. Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I said. She sounded perfect.
"Ok," Mrs Whotsis said unsteadily and led me through to a room, with a plaque on the door saying "Punk's Dead...I Fucking Killed It." I smiled and Mrs Yadda Yadda nodded me in.
I opened the door and a wave of sound greeted me. I could only see the back of a girl, she was sitting on the edge of her bed playing guitar. I closed the door softly behind me and walked over slowly. She was playing Good Riddance.
"Hey," I said.
She jumped slightly, not turning around.
"Fuck off," She said and continued playing. I laughed. She stopped playing and turned around.
Whatsername!
"It's you!" I gasped and hugged her.
"You-you remember me?" She said.
"Yeah! Course! And- haven't you heard our new song?"
"Y-yeah....was it-?"
"Yeah. About you."
She smiled and put down her guitar.
"Thank you," She whispered softly.
"No problem, kid," I said and sat down next to her.
"So, how come you're not with all the other girls?" I asked. She laughed.
"We don't really....go," She said. I smiled. "Yeah, they are seriously fucked up."
We sat there, not saying anything for a minute. I knew Adie would like her. I just had to ask Whatsername if she would come home with me....But what if she didnt want to? What if she said no?
"So, why are you here, anyways?" She said.
"Oh- I, I'm uh, looking....for some one to adopt."
She looked up. "Really?"
"Yeah," I nodded nervously," And...and I was wondering....would you- I mean, you don't have to, but....would you like...d'you wanna be adopted? By me?"
She stared at me for a second, then hugged me.
"I love you," She whispered.
"Hey," He said, "You okay?"
I ignored the question, looking at him. I looked at his vivid yet beautiful green eyes. I looked at his messy yet cool black hair. I looked at his skinny yet muscley figure. I looked at his happy yet understanding smile. This was Billie Joe Armstrong as we know it.
"I'm Billie," He said unnessessarily. I nodded, unziping my jacket to show him my Dookie shirt. He smiled and said,"What's you name?"
I dodged that question to. Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn't. It was too overwhelming.
"Why did you save me?" I blurted suddenly.
"Huh?" He asked innocently, not getting it.
"Why did you bother to save me?"
"I- well, you coulda died, you know?" He said, blinking wierdly.
"But I'm just a girl and you're-"
"And I'm just a guy," He interrupted. "Look, I'm no different from you."
"Everyone is different from me," I mumbled. He heard.
"You mean, you're different from everyone else?" He said softly. I nodded slowly.
"I get it, kid. They single you out, huh?"
Once again, I nodded. He knew me so well.
Billie's POV
It was like re-living my own life. This kid was just like me.
"So, what's your name?" I asked her again as we started to walk down the dark streets.
She looked at me and said nothing. I didn't push her.
"Ok. Then I'm calling you Whatsername," I said. She smiled faintly, but I knew it was ok.
Whatsername's POV
Why was this happening to me? I mean, it was obvious to me, that by now, at this point in my fucked up life, that G-O-D hated me. Yeah. They dude in the sky had it in for me, I reckoned. Before I realised, that's all he was. Just a dude in the sky, not a magic man. He was only human.
We came to the point where we had to go out seperate ways.
"It was nice meeting you, Whatsername," He said. I just nodded. He smiled and hugged me. I savoured this moment, wanting to cherish it in my heart fot the rest of my life because I knew, sure as hell, this would be the last time I ever met my idol.
***
Billie's POV
Over the next few weeks, we were working on our new album, American Idiot. We pretty much had all the songs on it, all twelve, but I felt something was missing. And it was when I was sitting in my room that night when I realised what.
I picked up Blue, grabbed a pen, and began to write....
[Whatsername Lyrics]
Whatsername's POV
I was sitting watching tv in the shitty orphanage when Green Day came on. I hadn't told any one about the time I had met the Green Day frontman a few weeks ago. They wouldn't listen, nor believe, me anyways. I turned up the volume.
"And today on TRL we have Green Day performing their new song. Take it, Billie Joe!"
"Hey. Thie song is the last one on our American Idiot album. It's called Whatsername. And I would like to dedicate it to the true Whatsername. You know who you are, kid."
He began to sing and I sat back in awe, mesmorised. Did he mean me? No. Nah, it couldn't have been.
You're not that special.
There was a little voice in my head.
I am so.
No you're not. And you know it.
I am SO. What do you know?
Same as you. I'm your brain, dumbass.
Oh. So what. Who else could it be?
He has a wife, he has children, he has friends. Unlike you.
I shook the voice from my head.
"Hey, check the state of her. What a freak!"
A group of teenage girl a little older than me stalked past my room, laughing. I flipped them off and they stopped.
"You wanna do that again, you little punk?" One said.
"No. But I do wanna do this," I said. I went up to the one that had spoken and punched her straight in the face. She gasped and slapped me feebly back. I kicked her in the stomach and one of her slutty friends ran off to get Mrs Raymond.
"Stop! Now! Stop!" Mrs Raymond-BitchFacedManSlut-ran over and tore me away from the bitch. I struggled to get back at her, thrashing about like a lunitic.
"Stop it, Jana!" She cried.
"Get-fucking-screwed!" I screamed.
***
Billie Joe's POV
"Billie, are you sure? I mean, I'm all for it, but why all so sudden?"
"Yeah, babe, I'm sure. I just have this feeling, you know?"
"Ok, then. Good luck, honey."
I drove over to the orphanage and parked the car. I strode up the path and enterd.
"Hello there, can I help you?" Some old bat shuffled over to me.
"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for a teenage girl?"
"Ok. I have quite a few! What's your name?
"Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Come on through, they are all in the sitting room."
I followed her down the stingy halls and into an even stingier room.
All the kids looked up when they say me. Some had shocked looked on thier faces.
"Myla, Nicky, Sally, come over here," The wifey called over three teenage girls.
"Now, girls, this is Mr. Armstrong."
They all smiled cheesily and said,"Hi, Mr Armstrong."
"H-hello," I said meekly, kinda freaked out by them.
"There is a room throught there, for visitors."
The girls dragged me through to a small room.
"So, uh, what music do you like?" I asked them.
"Meh, we don't really like music," Sally said and they other girls did the whole high-pitched giggling thing. I stared at them for a second. Not. Like. Music. WHAT?
I ran from the room, straight into Mrs Thingie.
"Oh, Mr Armstrong. How is it going?"
"Uh, well, we didnt really....bond." She frowned.
"Are therer any more teenage girls?" I asked hopefully.
"No, not really." She thought for a second. "Well....yes."
"Great!" I said.
"Well, she's actually got a horrid attitude, and is awful depressed, I'm sorry to say. She's an awful lot of bother. Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I said. She sounded perfect.
"Ok," Mrs Whotsis said unsteadily and led me through to a room, with a plaque on the door saying "Punk's Dead...I Fucking Killed It." I smiled and Mrs Yadda Yadda nodded me in.
I opened the door and a wave of sound greeted me. I could only see the back of a girl, she was sitting on the edge of her bed playing guitar. I closed the door softly behind me and walked over slowly. She was playing Good Riddance.
"Hey," I said.
She jumped slightly, not turning around.
"Fuck off," She said and continued playing. I laughed. She stopped playing and turned around.
Whatsername!
"It's you!" I gasped and hugged her.
"You-you remember me?" She said.
"Yeah! Course! And- haven't you heard our new song?"
"Y-yeah....was it-?"
"Yeah. About you."
She smiled and put down her guitar.
"Thank you," She whispered softly.
"No problem, kid," I said and sat down next to her.
"So, how come you're not with all the other girls?" I asked. She laughed.
"We don't really....go," She said. I smiled. "Yeah, they are seriously fucked up."
We sat there, not saying anything for a minute. I knew Adie would like her. I just had to ask Whatsername if she would come home with me....But what if she didnt want to? What if she said no?
"So, why are you here, anyways?" She said.
"Oh- I, I'm uh, looking....for some one to adopt."
She looked up. "Really?"
"Yeah," I nodded nervously," And...and I was wondering....would you- I mean, you don't have to, but....would you like...d'you wanna be adopted? By me?"
She stared at me for a second, then hugged me.
"I love you," She whispered.
