The Punk Princess, chapter 2
I quickly grabbed my bags and got ready for my departure from the plane. Finally the plane landed and we could get off of it. As I was making my way towards the door, the flight attendant and the pilot both asked me for my autograph. Of course, I had to comply. After that I hurried away from the plane. Even though my parents insisted I get a driver and limo to chauffeur me around, I decided I would get a silver Porsche, minus the driver instead. Before I left England, I had bought one with my credit card.
I decided to get a room at the Beverly Hills Hotel (the only place that had any available rooms). When I asked for a room, the manager kept apologized several times for not having any available suites. I didn't really care; in fact I was kinda happy. I just wanted to be treated like a normal person, its not like I need special treatment for having a royal bloodline. Once I got to my room I immediately took out my laptop and sent an e-mail to Billie.
To: punkrocks@yahoo. Com
From: princessgirl@england. Org
Hey Billie I'm finally in America! My parents must have gone crazy or something because they let me come early! Now we finally get to meet!
Love,
M
I closed my laptop and decided to take a quick nap. I woke up several hours later and saw that Billie had replied to my e-mail.
To:princessgirl@england. Org
From:punkrocks@yahoo. Com
Are you serious?!?!? That's fucking awesome! We gotta meet, how about tonight at the last club on Gilman's Street at eight? I'll wait near the bar.
BJ
My heart raced as soon I read the text. I was finally going to meet Billie!
I went into the bathroom and reapplied my eyeliner because it had smeared a bit too much from sleeping then I fixed my hair. I looked at the clock, it said
7:45. I quickly finished primping and left the hotel. I got into my new car and drove to the club Billie had mentioned.
'This is it. ' I thought before stepping inside.
The club was dimly lit but looked fucking awesome. There was a small stage and table near it as well as a part set away from the stage. I hoped that no one would recognize me and so far no one had.
Suddenly I noticed a guy with black hair and green eyes...
'Oh my fucking god! ' I thought excitedly 'It's fucking Billie Joe Armstrong! '
I watched him for a few minutes before walking up to the bar and ordering an apple martini. Then to my astonishment, he walked right next to me to order a drink from the bar.
He bumped me slightly but I didn't notice until he turned to face me said, oh sorry about that." with a smile.
He had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen.
"That's ok." I replied shyly.
Then I had a strange thought, what if my Billie was Billie Joe Armstrong?"
I brushed the thought away. It was one in a million that something like that could possibly happen, especially to me.
But I had to check, just in case.
"So what brings you here tonight?" I asked him.
"I'm meeting someone for the first time, actually." he responded.
My heart started racing again.
"Really? That's so weird 'cause so am I!" I responded.
We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but were only a few seconds.
"Princessgirl?" Billie asked.
"You're punkrocks!" I couldn't believe it!
We decided to sit down at a nearby table and talked.
Then he did something that surprised me, that he of all people recognized me.
"You're Melanie van der Woodsen, Princess of England!" he admonished.
"Yup" I said with fake enthusiasm
"I'm still in shock that it was you." I confessed.
"I hope that a good thing." he said shyly.
"It is." I replied. Wow was he flirting with me?
A few hours later, Billie glanced at the clock near the stage.
"Whoa I better get going!" he said.
"Okay."
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but would you like to meet Tre and Mike tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'd love that!"
Billie gave me his address before kissing my hand in farewell and departing.
People began to whisper about Billie and his "date".
I didn't care, stuff like that happened to me all the time.
All the way home I was in a daze, not believing that had really happyned.
I decided to get a room at the Beverly Hills Hotel (the only place that had any available rooms). When I asked for a room, the manager kept apologized several times for not having any available suites. I didn't really care; in fact I was kinda happy. I just wanted to be treated like a normal person, its not like I need special treatment for having a royal bloodline. Once I got to my room I immediately took out my laptop and sent an e-mail to Billie.
To: punkrocks@yahoo. Com
From: princessgirl@england. Org
Hey Billie I'm finally in America! My parents must have gone crazy or something because they let me come early! Now we finally get to meet!
Love,
M
I closed my laptop and decided to take a quick nap. I woke up several hours later and saw that Billie had replied to my e-mail.
To:princessgirl@england. Org
From:punkrocks@yahoo. Com
Are you serious?!?!? That's fucking awesome! We gotta meet, how about tonight at the last club on Gilman's Street at eight? I'll wait near the bar.
BJ
My heart raced as soon I read the text. I was finally going to meet Billie!
I went into the bathroom and reapplied my eyeliner because it had smeared a bit too much from sleeping then I fixed my hair. I looked at the clock, it said
7:45. I quickly finished primping and left the hotel. I got into my new car and drove to the club Billie had mentioned.
'This is it. ' I thought before stepping inside.
The club was dimly lit but looked fucking awesome. There was a small stage and table near it as well as a part set away from the stage. I hoped that no one would recognize me and so far no one had.
Suddenly I noticed a guy with black hair and green eyes...
'Oh my fucking god! ' I thought excitedly 'It's fucking Billie Joe Armstrong! '
I watched him for a few minutes before walking up to the bar and ordering an apple martini. Then to my astonishment, he walked right next to me to order a drink from the bar.
He bumped me slightly but I didn't notice until he turned to face me said, oh sorry about that." with a smile.
He had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen.
"That's ok." I replied shyly.
Then I had a strange thought, what if my Billie was Billie Joe Armstrong?"
I brushed the thought away. It was one in a million that something like that could possibly happen, especially to me.
But I had to check, just in case.
"So what brings you here tonight?" I asked him.
"I'm meeting someone for the first time, actually." he responded.
My heart started racing again.
"Really? That's so weird 'cause so am I!" I responded.
We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but were only a few seconds.
"Princessgirl?" Billie asked.
"You're punkrocks!" I couldn't believe it!
We decided to sit down at a nearby table and talked.
Then he did something that surprised me, that he of all people recognized me.
"You're Melanie van der Woodsen, Princess of England!" he admonished.
"Yup" I said with fake enthusiasm
"I'm still in shock that it was you." I confessed.
"I hope that a good thing." he said shyly.
"It is." I replied. Wow was he flirting with me?
A few hours later, Billie glanced at the clock near the stage.
"Whoa I better get going!" he said.
"Okay."
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but would you like to meet Tre and Mike tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'd love that!"
Billie gave me his address before kissing my hand in farewell and departing.
People began to whisper about Billie and his "date".
I didn't care, stuff like that happened to me all the time.
All the way home I was in a daze, not believing that had really happyned.
