Serendipity Girl, chapter 7
I wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. I put my pillow over my head as the phone rings again. Then it comes clear to me no one else is home, so I drag myself to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello... Anna?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Aunt Margie."
'Oh hi." I say in fake excitement.
"Anyway, I was wondering, as you know Melissa is going away to college this year so we're doing a full clean up and I was wondering if you wanted some of her old CDs and stuff."
"Mel doesn't mind?"
"No actually she's the one who suggested giving them to you."
"What CDs are they?" I ask curiously.
"The ones with the tattooed guys with too many piercing on it."
"Blink 182?"
"Yes that's it." She says ecstatically, "You know what, I'll just bring the box over and you can look through everything."
"Yeah okay."
"Alright, see you in a bit. Bye."
"Bye." I say hanging up the phone. I go back to bed in hopes that I'll fall back asleep. No such luck, I just end up lying there till the doorbell rings.
I walk downstairs to the door and open it to see Aunt Margie with a rather large box in her arms.
"Hey Aunt Margie." I say taking the box from her.
"Sorry sweetie, I can't stay, I have errands to run. Say hi to your mom for me." she says as she goes down the steps. I put the box down in my room and start looking through it. The items in the box had the faint scent of pot to it, but I couldn't care less. There were four posters in the box which weren't completely ripped; Angels & Airwaves, Fallout Boy, A heart grenade one, which is probably Green Day and Blink 182. Next I came to band-tees, I only planned on keeping the Ramones one because the rest were crap. Then the fairly large CD collection;
A couple of Fallout Boy CDs, like four Blink 182, Panic! At the Disco, The Killers, two All American Rejects, then I came to the Green Day CDs. Mel was slightly obsessed with Green Day, I remember she had all their albums, but there's only three of them here; Dookie, Nimrod and American Idiot. I put American Idiot on in my CD player. As I'm about to close the CD case, I see the names of the band members, but one pops out in particular ARMSTRONG! BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! I'm in a state of disbelief for a second then I look at the other band member's names, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool. Tre Cool, as in eccentric Tre.
I run over to my computer and search Green Day on the internet. I click on the first fan site I see and skim through Billie Joe's biography, it had to be him, two sons Joseph Marciano and Jakob Danger. I quickly get dressed and head out the door.
Adie just stepped out of the house and was fumbling with her car keys.
"Adie, is Joey home?"
"Yeah, he's inside." She says not bothering to lock the door as she goes to her car. I hurry inside in search of my boyfriend. As I walk in I see Jakob standing in the doorway of the kitchen, in only his boxers.
"AHH!" he screams in shock.
"Oh please." I say rolling my eyes, "Where's Joey."
"Upstairs, in his room." Jakob says yawning. I run up the stairs and realize, this house is fucking huge and has too many bedrooms. I narrow it down to the two rooms with posters on their doors. One was of Weird Al and the other is a poster that says "Parental Discretion." I choose the second one and open it to find Joey sprawled out on his bed, with his bed sheets at crotch level, probably the only thing keeping him from complete nudity.
"Joey." I say hoping he's not a deep sleeper.
"Yeah." He says in a groggy voice, he rolls over, so that his bare ass is facing me.
"Joey, wake up."
"Anna?" he says alarmed as he finally opens his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't tell me your dad is Billie Joe Armstrong!"
"Wha?" he says as he pulls the blanket over himself so he's covering his ass, "I think he told you that himself."
"No, Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day."
"Oh crap." Joey says finally becoming aware of what's going on. "How'd you find out?" he reaches to grab a pair of boxers off the floor and puts them on.
"My cousin just gave me a bunch of her old CDs and I saw his name on the album." I say crossing my arms as I step closer to him, "Then I didn't quite believe it, so I went on the internet and saw your dad's biography and saw the photos." I sit next to him on his bed.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, I guess not." I mumble as he puts his arm over my shoulders. "My cousin is going to kill me if she finds out I'm dating you." Joey bursts out laughing.
"Then I guess you shouldn't tell her, I rather have a living girlfriend."
Thinking back on how Mel was such a hard core Green Day fan, she'd always be finding weird interviews of them on the net and music videos. Basically whenever I went over to her house, I'd spend all my time watching Green Day clips and listening to their music. I didn't mind it, because most of it was pretty good.
"Oh my god." I say putting my hands over my mouth.
"What?" I shake my head in extreme embarrassment, "What?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?" I shake my head again, I can feel my cheeks glowing red. "Don't be like that, just tell me."
"Well, my cousin was a hard core Green Day fan and well she once showed me this really old concert clip where-"
"Where what?"
"Where your dad stripped down to only his guitar." I say as I put my hands over my face.
"Oh god." Joey mumbles.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything major, his guitar was covering." I say quickly.
"Yeah, I know what video you're talking about." Joey mumbles. "A few years ago Jakob and I decided to go on a Green Day chat room and pretend we were girls, well because we were bored. Then someone sent us a link to that video."
"You go on Green Day chat rooms?"
"Only a couple of times, when we were really bored."
"Well what do you do there?"
"Uhh well last time Jakob and I said that we saw Tre at the Starbucks on Kennedy Street and basically all the girls who live in the area started going there."
"That's funny as hell."
"Then we also say stuff like Billie Joe is getting fat or Mike got married and spread shit like that."
"Does you dad care?"
"Not really, he's more amused than anything else."
We sit there in an awkward silence for a few moments when I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me gently to lie next to him.
"Sorry I didn't tell you." he mumbles, "It's just I wanted you to like me not who my father is."
"S'okay." I mumble as I rest my head on his chest.
"So what do you want to do today?"
"Anything I guess." I say as I feel his arms tighten around me.
We lie there for a while not saying anything, until Jakob appears at the door.
"Picture!" Jakob yells.
"Fuck off." Joey says angrily.
"Ohhhh did I walk in on something?" he says smugly as he leans against the door, "Don't you have to go coach this morning?"
"What?" Joey says squinting, "Oh fuck, what time is it?"
"Ten." I say looking at my watch.
"Fuck." He says as he goes over me to get out of the bed. I watch him as he dashes around his room desperately getting dressed.
"What's going on?"
"I coach soccer." He mumbles as he coats his arm pits in deodorant. "You can come watch if you want."
"Okay." I say as I move from lying to sitting.
"Alright let's go." He says pulling on a pair of shoes. I follow him downstairs and out to his beat up car.
"So what time were you supposed to be there?"
"Ten."
"Are you the only coach?"
"Uh no, the other coach is Matt and he usually runs late." He says as we turn the corner. Within minutes me arrive at a park with several soccer fields. We walk up the field to find Matt with a clipboard taking attendance of the dozen or so seven year olds.
"Let's all have a hand for Joey." Matt says evilly.
"You're late." One of the little boys says pointing. I go to sit at the bleachers next to Lil, who was also there for some reason.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her.
"Matt are officially a couple as of this morning." She says proudly, "Today is you and Joey's three day anniversary?"
"Yeah I guess so, but if you say it like that it's cheesy." I say rolling my eyes. I stare out at the field where the two teenage guys are leading the seven year olds in warm-ups.
"Does the name Billie Joe Armstrong ring a bell?"
"Isn't that the bicycle guy?"
"No that's Lance Armstrong, I said Billie Joe."
"Sounds familiar, why? Is he related to Joey?"
"How about Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt."
"Oh damn, I know the band, oh umm Green Day, right?" I nod, "What about them, I seriously doubt they're related, I mean Armstrong is a really common name."
"Well his father is named Billie Joe, a guy name Tre met us at the beach with his kids."
"What? What are you talking about?" Lil says confused as she glances from me to Joey.
"Joey's father is Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day." I say clearly, she stares at me as if I'm an idiot.
"It's true! I looked it up on the internet, saw the pictures, saw the biography, its him and I confronted Joey about it and he admitted."
"You're pulling my leg, you're just trying to compete with me because Matt's dad is a skateboarder."
"I'm fucking serious." I hiss.
"Anna you're taking this a bit too far."
"Fine don't believe me." I mumble.
"Hello?"
"Hello... Anna?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Aunt Margie."
'Oh hi." I say in fake excitement.
"Anyway, I was wondering, as you know Melissa is going away to college this year so we're doing a full clean up and I was wondering if you wanted some of her old CDs and stuff."
"Mel doesn't mind?"
"No actually she's the one who suggested giving them to you."
"What CDs are they?" I ask curiously.
"The ones with the tattooed guys with too many piercing on it."
"Blink 182?"
"Yes that's it." She says ecstatically, "You know what, I'll just bring the box over and you can look through everything."
"Yeah okay."
"Alright, see you in a bit. Bye."
"Bye." I say hanging up the phone. I go back to bed in hopes that I'll fall back asleep. No such luck, I just end up lying there till the doorbell rings.
I walk downstairs to the door and open it to see Aunt Margie with a rather large box in her arms.
"Hey Aunt Margie." I say taking the box from her.
"Sorry sweetie, I can't stay, I have errands to run. Say hi to your mom for me." she says as she goes down the steps. I put the box down in my room and start looking through it. The items in the box had the faint scent of pot to it, but I couldn't care less. There were four posters in the box which weren't completely ripped; Angels & Airwaves, Fallout Boy, A heart grenade one, which is probably Green Day and Blink 182. Next I came to band-tees, I only planned on keeping the Ramones one because the rest were crap. Then the fairly large CD collection;
A couple of Fallout Boy CDs, like four Blink 182, Panic! At the Disco, The Killers, two All American Rejects, then I came to the Green Day CDs. Mel was slightly obsessed with Green Day, I remember she had all their albums, but there's only three of them here; Dookie, Nimrod and American Idiot. I put American Idiot on in my CD player. As I'm about to close the CD case, I see the names of the band members, but one pops out in particular ARMSTRONG! BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! I'm in a state of disbelief for a second then I look at the other band member's names, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool. Tre Cool, as in eccentric Tre.
I run over to my computer and search Green Day on the internet. I click on the first fan site I see and skim through Billie Joe's biography, it had to be him, two sons Joseph Marciano and Jakob Danger. I quickly get dressed and head out the door.
Adie just stepped out of the house and was fumbling with her car keys.
"Adie, is Joey home?"
"Yeah, he's inside." She says not bothering to lock the door as she goes to her car. I hurry inside in search of my boyfriend. As I walk in I see Jakob standing in the doorway of the kitchen, in only his boxers.
"AHH!" he screams in shock.
"Oh please." I say rolling my eyes, "Where's Joey."
"Upstairs, in his room." Jakob says yawning. I run up the stairs and realize, this house is fucking huge and has too many bedrooms. I narrow it down to the two rooms with posters on their doors. One was of Weird Al and the other is a poster that says "Parental Discretion." I choose the second one and open it to find Joey sprawled out on his bed, with his bed sheets at crotch level, probably the only thing keeping him from complete nudity.
"Joey." I say hoping he's not a deep sleeper.
"Yeah." He says in a groggy voice, he rolls over, so that his bare ass is facing me.
"Joey, wake up."
"Anna?" he says alarmed as he finally opens his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't tell me your dad is Billie Joe Armstrong!"
"Wha?" he says as he pulls the blanket over himself so he's covering his ass, "I think he told you that himself."
"No, Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day."
"Oh crap." Joey says finally becoming aware of what's going on. "How'd you find out?" he reaches to grab a pair of boxers off the floor and puts them on.
"My cousin just gave me a bunch of her old CDs and I saw his name on the album." I say crossing my arms as I step closer to him, "Then I didn't quite believe it, so I went on the internet and saw your dad's biography and saw the photos." I sit next to him on his bed.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, I guess not." I mumble as he puts his arm over my shoulders. "My cousin is going to kill me if she finds out I'm dating you." Joey bursts out laughing.
"Then I guess you shouldn't tell her, I rather have a living girlfriend."
Thinking back on how Mel was such a hard core Green Day fan, she'd always be finding weird interviews of them on the net and music videos. Basically whenever I went over to her house, I'd spend all my time watching Green Day clips and listening to their music. I didn't mind it, because most of it was pretty good.
"Oh my god." I say putting my hands over my mouth.
"What?" I shake my head in extreme embarrassment, "What?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?" I shake my head again, I can feel my cheeks glowing red. "Don't be like that, just tell me."
"Well, my cousin was a hard core Green Day fan and well she once showed me this really old concert clip where-"
"Where what?"
"Where your dad stripped down to only his guitar." I say as I put my hands over my face.
"Oh god." Joey mumbles.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything major, his guitar was covering." I say quickly.
"Yeah, I know what video you're talking about." Joey mumbles. "A few years ago Jakob and I decided to go on a Green Day chat room and pretend we were girls, well because we were bored. Then someone sent us a link to that video."
"You go on Green Day chat rooms?"
"Only a couple of times, when we were really bored."
"Well what do you do there?"
"Uhh well last time Jakob and I said that we saw Tre at the Starbucks on Kennedy Street and basically all the girls who live in the area started going there."
"That's funny as hell."
"Then we also say stuff like Billie Joe is getting fat or Mike got married and spread shit like that."
"Does you dad care?"
"Not really, he's more amused than anything else."
We sit there in an awkward silence for a few moments when I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me gently to lie next to him.
"Sorry I didn't tell you." he mumbles, "It's just I wanted you to like me not who my father is."
"S'okay." I mumble as I rest my head on his chest.
"So what do you want to do today?"
"Anything I guess." I say as I feel his arms tighten around me.
We lie there for a while not saying anything, until Jakob appears at the door.
"Picture!" Jakob yells.
"Fuck off." Joey says angrily.
"Ohhhh did I walk in on something?" he says smugly as he leans against the door, "Don't you have to go coach this morning?"
"What?" Joey says squinting, "Oh fuck, what time is it?"
"Ten." I say looking at my watch.
"Fuck." He says as he goes over me to get out of the bed. I watch him as he dashes around his room desperately getting dressed.
"What's going on?"
"I coach soccer." He mumbles as he coats his arm pits in deodorant. "You can come watch if you want."
"Okay." I say as I move from lying to sitting.
"Alright let's go." He says pulling on a pair of shoes. I follow him downstairs and out to his beat up car.
"So what time were you supposed to be there?"
"Ten."
"Are you the only coach?"
"Uh no, the other coach is Matt and he usually runs late." He says as we turn the corner. Within minutes me arrive at a park with several soccer fields. We walk up the field to find Matt with a clipboard taking attendance of the dozen or so seven year olds.
"Let's all have a hand for Joey." Matt says evilly.
"You're late." One of the little boys says pointing. I go to sit at the bleachers next to Lil, who was also there for some reason.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her.
"Matt are officially a couple as of this morning." She says proudly, "Today is you and Joey's three day anniversary?"
"Yeah I guess so, but if you say it like that it's cheesy." I say rolling my eyes. I stare out at the field where the two teenage guys are leading the seven year olds in warm-ups.
"Does the name Billie Joe Armstrong ring a bell?"
"Isn't that the bicycle guy?"
"No that's Lance Armstrong, I said Billie Joe."
"Sounds familiar, why? Is he related to Joey?"
"How about Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt."
"Oh damn, I know the band, oh umm Green Day, right?" I nod, "What about them, I seriously doubt they're related, I mean Armstrong is a really common name."
"Well his father is named Billie Joe, a guy name Tre met us at the beach with his kids."
"What? What are you talking about?" Lil says confused as she glances from me to Joey.
"Joey's father is Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day." I say clearly, she stares at me as if I'm an idiot.
"It's true! I looked it up on the internet, saw the pictures, saw the biography, its him and I confronted Joey about it and he admitted."
"You're pulling my leg, you're just trying to compete with me because Matt's dad is a skateboarder."
"I'm fucking serious." I hiss.
"Anna you're taking this a bit too far."
"Fine don't believe me." I mumble.
