This Time Around, chapter 1
**High School 1989... Jr. Class**
"Just go sit with him." Melissa encouraged her 16 year old best friend Keri.
"I don't know..." Keri said he'sitantly as she glanced over to her crush, Billie Joe Armstrong and his lunch table.
"Just do it before someone else takes the seat " Melissa said shoving Keri in the direction of him.
"Ok ok! I'm going!" Keri huffed, adjusting her black and white striped legwarmers that reached her knee.
'Come on Keri, you can do this.. He's just some stupid boy. ' she thought to herself to calm down as she shakily made her way to the table.
"Is um.. Anyone sitting here?" she asked quietly as she stood and waited approval to sit while Melissa looked on, biting her lip nervously.
"Urm.. No." Billie said, barely even giving her a glance before turning away and talking to his freinds..
Keri turned to Melissa and gave her the 'help me' look, but Melissa only made a gesture for her to sit.
Nervously, Keri sat next to Billie, who didn't even know she was alive. Just as she was about to open her mouth to start a conversation with him, Billie's girlfriend, Ellie came storming over and shoved her hard in the back.
"What the fuck is she doing in my seat?!" she snapped angerly, looking at Billie.
"How the fuck do I know." he said looking over to Keri, demeaningly.
"Get up bitch." Ellie demanded.
"No! It's a free country I can sit where I want." Keri snapped back, flipping her hair back over her Sex Pistols shirt.
"What did you just say to me?" Ellie said, clenching her fists at her side.
"Did I stutter?!" Keri said, defiantly.
"That's it!" Ellie exclaimed, grabbing Billie's carton of milk and pouring it over Keri's head before she pulled her hair from the back and tossed her on the floor. "I told you this is my seat." she spat as Keri ran off, more embarrassed than anyone could even imagine.
"Keri! Keri wait!" Melissa said jogging off to catch her sobbing friend.
"Hey listen hun it will be ok. We'll get revenge on her and you can have Billie all to yourself and-."
Keri cut her off between sobs "I don't wanna get her back. I"m leaving! I'm transferring high schools!"
"No! You can't!" Melissa exclaimed.
"I am!"
"Well I'll go with you I'm not gunna leave you Keri no matter what."
"You're a great friend Mel." Keri said tossing her arms around her best friends neck.
"You are too. Now, come on.. Let's go get you cleaned up."
*end of flashback*
*current time 2006*
"Melissa get your ass up now!" Keri called out, whacking a pillow over her best friend's head.
"Ugh where am I?" Melissa groaned, lifting her head off the couch of her and Keri's apartment.
"You fell asleep on the couch last night and by the looks of it you are majorly hung over." Keri said, rushing about madly to get to work on time in the kitchen.
"What time is it?" Melissa continued on.
Keri, glanced up at the stainless steel clock that hung on the lime green walls of the interestingly designed kitchen, "It's time for me to go. I'm fucking late. Cell's good if you need me!" she said all in one breath and she grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.
"Yeah yeah yeah." Melissa grumbled, falling back onto the couch and passing out.
*Holiday Records- Keri's workplace*
"Keri you are 10 minutes late!" Blake, Keri's close friend of the homosexual orientation said to her, following Keri into her office.
"I know Blakey I know." Keri said, placing her Starbucks cup on her desk, before wispily taking the folders Blake had in his hand for her to go through.
"I don't sign the new bands Blake, you know that." Keri said, finally having time to sit as she placed the folders back in front of him.
"I know honey, but the boss said he has a special job for this one." he started, picking up the tan colored folder that laid on top. "A Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong and his friends." he finished, reading the papers inside to her.
"Who?!" Keri exclaimed, a shocked expression coming over her face.
"Billie Joe and friends." Blake repeated, picking up the rest of the bulky folders in his arms, but leaving Billie's. "Is something wrong Kare Bear?" he asked concerned, as Keri laughed at her old nickname from him.
"No he was just some stupid high school crush I had." she sighed, leaning back in the cold black leather chair. "What do you think the boss wants me to do? I mean I don't listen to bands or sign them. I work communications with other companies and set tours and shit." she asked, now curious as to what she had to do.
"Well you better go see him babe because I have mucho things to deliver." Blake said, patting the folders that were now weighing down his arms.
Keri giggled and nodded, taking the last sip of her coffee before tossing it in her silver wastebin.
"I'll do that now babe, see ya." she said waving him off and heading to her bosses office.
**
"You wanted to see me sir?" Keri said he'sitantly as she entered the massive office.
"Ah yes, come in Miss. Lakewood." he gestured, hanging up the phone he was just on. "I'm assuming Blake has given you the folder for our new candidates." the young man of about 35 said to his young employee.
"Yes, but are you sure it was meant to go to me?. I mean I work communications and-."
The boss cut her off "Keri, I know what I'm doing." he chuckled before continuing.
"Now, this band... Green Day, has talent. But unfortunately they just need some... Guidance."
Keri raised her eyebrow at him, listening intensively.
"Now that is where you come in. I don't know anyone quite like you and your music taste, its actually quite refreshing to see someone of such a young age know so much. And that is why I want you to work with the band. They are very unorganized, have too many different sounds per song and can be very juvenile. If you could spend the next few months working with them, getting them prepared and put together, we will sign them and give you a very large raise, and promotion." he concluded, leaving Keri with wide hazel eyes and an open mouth.
"Sir I don't know what to say.." she trailed off.
"Don't say anything, just please take this folder, contact the frontman, Mr. Armstrong and let me know when you have begun. Now, if you don't mind I have many other things to do." he said, getting up and holding the door open for her to leave.
Dazed, Keri nodded and shuffled out.
"Fuck fuck fuck." she said, holding the folder over head in frustration as she jogged back to her office and locked the door.
"Pick up the goddamn phone Mel!" Keri grunted angerly as she kicked her heels off under her desk and curled them up her chest in the oversized chair with the phone cord dangling between her fingers.
"Hello?"
"Mel you won't believe what I have to do for work!" Keri exclaimed.
"Oh no.. What now?" Melissa sighed from the other line, crunching into a potato chip.
"Cliffnotes version.. I have to work with Billie Joe Armstrong for a few months."
"As in boyfriend of that milk whore in our old high school?!" Melissa said shocked.
Keri nodded as she explained the whole situation to her.
"Oh my God Keri this is perfect!" Melissa exclaimed joyfully.
"Perfect?!" Keri questioned.
"Yes! You can get revenge on him!"
Keri paused for a minute thinking to herself "... Ok Mel. You have my attention" she said coyly.
"Well, for starters, don't let him know who you really are. Chances are he probably won't even remember you."
"Gee thanks.." Keri mumbled
"Just listen!" Melissa continued "So you seduce him... Make him want to bone you so bad, make him fall in love with you and then you shove it back at him! Tell him you don't like him at all and crush his little bastard heart into a million pieces and reveal who you really are!"
Keri grimaced, it did sound harsh but then again he was a true asshole to her when all she wanted was to be his friend.
"You sure about this Mel?" she asked after a long pause.
"Yes! These kind of opportunities don't come up often and you gotta take advantage of them!"
Keri bit her lip to stop an evil smirk from passing her lips as she nodded to herself inside her locked office.
"Ok Mel, I'm going to call him right now and arrange for a 'meeting'"
"Don't forget to not tell him who you really are!" she said before Keri nodded and hung up.
"Oh Mr. Armstrong... It's time to get yours..."
"Just go sit with him." Melissa encouraged her 16 year old best friend Keri.
"I don't know..." Keri said he'sitantly as she glanced over to her crush, Billie Joe Armstrong and his lunch table.
"Just do it before someone else takes the seat " Melissa said shoving Keri in the direction of him.
"Ok ok! I'm going!" Keri huffed, adjusting her black and white striped legwarmers that reached her knee.
'Come on Keri, you can do this.. He's just some stupid boy. ' she thought to herself to calm down as she shakily made her way to the table.
"Is um.. Anyone sitting here?" she asked quietly as she stood and waited approval to sit while Melissa looked on, biting her lip nervously.
"Urm.. No." Billie said, barely even giving her a glance before turning away and talking to his freinds..
Keri turned to Melissa and gave her the 'help me' look, but Melissa only made a gesture for her to sit.
Nervously, Keri sat next to Billie, who didn't even know she was alive. Just as she was about to open her mouth to start a conversation with him, Billie's girlfriend, Ellie came storming over and shoved her hard in the back.
"What the fuck is she doing in my seat?!" she snapped angerly, looking at Billie.
"How the fuck do I know." he said looking over to Keri, demeaningly.
"Get up bitch." Ellie demanded.
"No! It's a free country I can sit where I want." Keri snapped back, flipping her hair back over her Sex Pistols shirt.
"What did you just say to me?" Ellie said, clenching her fists at her side.
"Did I stutter?!" Keri said, defiantly.
"That's it!" Ellie exclaimed, grabbing Billie's carton of milk and pouring it over Keri's head before she pulled her hair from the back and tossed her on the floor. "I told you this is my seat." she spat as Keri ran off, more embarrassed than anyone could even imagine.
"Keri! Keri wait!" Melissa said jogging off to catch her sobbing friend.
"Hey listen hun it will be ok. We'll get revenge on her and you can have Billie all to yourself and-."
Keri cut her off between sobs "I don't wanna get her back. I"m leaving! I'm transferring high schools!"
"No! You can't!" Melissa exclaimed.
"I am!"
"Well I'll go with you I'm not gunna leave you Keri no matter what."
"You're a great friend Mel." Keri said tossing her arms around her best friends neck.
"You are too. Now, come on.. Let's go get you cleaned up."
*end of flashback*
*current time 2006*
"Melissa get your ass up now!" Keri called out, whacking a pillow over her best friend's head.
"Ugh where am I?" Melissa groaned, lifting her head off the couch of her and Keri's apartment.
"You fell asleep on the couch last night and by the looks of it you are majorly hung over." Keri said, rushing about madly to get to work on time in the kitchen.
"What time is it?" Melissa continued on.
Keri, glanced up at the stainless steel clock that hung on the lime green walls of the interestingly designed kitchen, "It's time for me to go. I'm fucking late. Cell's good if you need me!" she said all in one breath and she grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.
"Yeah yeah yeah." Melissa grumbled, falling back onto the couch and passing out.
*Holiday Records- Keri's workplace*
"Keri you are 10 minutes late!" Blake, Keri's close friend of the homosexual orientation said to her, following Keri into her office.
"I know Blakey I know." Keri said, placing her Starbucks cup on her desk, before wispily taking the folders Blake had in his hand for her to go through.
"I don't sign the new bands Blake, you know that." Keri said, finally having time to sit as she placed the folders back in front of him.
"I know honey, but the boss said he has a special job for this one." he started, picking up the tan colored folder that laid on top. "A Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong and his friends." he finished, reading the papers inside to her.
"Who?!" Keri exclaimed, a shocked expression coming over her face.
"Billie Joe and friends." Blake repeated, picking up the rest of the bulky folders in his arms, but leaving Billie's. "Is something wrong Kare Bear?" he asked concerned, as Keri laughed at her old nickname from him.
"No he was just some stupid high school crush I had." she sighed, leaning back in the cold black leather chair. "What do you think the boss wants me to do? I mean I don't listen to bands or sign them. I work communications with other companies and set tours and shit." she asked, now curious as to what she had to do.
"Well you better go see him babe because I have mucho things to deliver." Blake said, patting the folders that were now weighing down his arms.
Keri giggled and nodded, taking the last sip of her coffee before tossing it in her silver wastebin.
"I'll do that now babe, see ya." she said waving him off and heading to her bosses office.
**
"You wanted to see me sir?" Keri said he'sitantly as she entered the massive office.
"Ah yes, come in Miss. Lakewood." he gestured, hanging up the phone he was just on. "I'm assuming Blake has given you the folder for our new candidates." the young man of about 35 said to his young employee.
"Yes, but are you sure it was meant to go to me?. I mean I work communications and-."
The boss cut her off "Keri, I know what I'm doing." he chuckled before continuing.
"Now, this band... Green Day, has talent. But unfortunately they just need some... Guidance."
Keri raised her eyebrow at him, listening intensively.
"Now that is where you come in. I don't know anyone quite like you and your music taste, its actually quite refreshing to see someone of such a young age know so much. And that is why I want you to work with the band. They are very unorganized, have too many different sounds per song and can be very juvenile. If you could spend the next few months working with them, getting them prepared and put together, we will sign them and give you a very large raise, and promotion." he concluded, leaving Keri with wide hazel eyes and an open mouth.
"Sir I don't know what to say.." she trailed off.
"Don't say anything, just please take this folder, contact the frontman, Mr. Armstrong and let me know when you have begun. Now, if you don't mind I have many other things to do." he said, getting up and holding the door open for her to leave.
Dazed, Keri nodded and shuffled out.
"Fuck fuck fuck." she said, holding the folder over head in frustration as she jogged back to her office and locked the door.
"Pick up the goddamn phone Mel!" Keri grunted angerly as she kicked her heels off under her desk and curled them up her chest in the oversized chair with the phone cord dangling between her fingers.
"Hello?"
"Mel you won't believe what I have to do for work!" Keri exclaimed.
"Oh no.. What now?" Melissa sighed from the other line, crunching into a potato chip.
"Cliffnotes version.. I have to work with Billie Joe Armstrong for a few months."
"As in boyfriend of that milk whore in our old high school?!" Melissa said shocked.
Keri nodded as she explained the whole situation to her.
"Oh my God Keri this is perfect!" Melissa exclaimed joyfully.
"Perfect?!" Keri questioned.
"Yes! You can get revenge on him!"
Keri paused for a minute thinking to herself "... Ok Mel. You have my attention" she said coyly.
"Well, for starters, don't let him know who you really are. Chances are he probably won't even remember you."
"Gee thanks.." Keri mumbled
"Just listen!" Melissa continued "So you seduce him... Make him want to bone you so bad, make him fall in love with you and then you shove it back at him! Tell him you don't like him at all and crush his little bastard heart into a million pieces and reveal who you really are!"
Keri grimaced, it did sound harsh but then again he was a true asshole to her when all she wanted was to be his friend.
"You sure about this Mel?" she asked after a long pause.
"Yes! These kind of opportunities don't come up often and you gotta take advantage of them!"
Keri bit her lip to stop an evil smirk from passing her lips as she nodded to herself inside her locked office.
"Ok Mel, I'm going to call him right now and arrange for a 'meeting'"
"Don't forget to not tell him who you really are!" she said before Keri nodded and hung up.
"Oh Mr. Armstrong... It's time to get yours..."
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