Why the hell am I in Billie Joe's body?, chapter 3
*Sam's POV*
"Wh...where am I?" I mumbled through lazy lips.
They made me swear I wouldn't yell before they mercilessly ripped the tape from my mouth. I didn't know how long I was out of it before I wound up here..with these weirdos.
"Good question." said Leon, touching his nose with the tip of his finger. "Very good question." he said peering down at me.
He sat up on a counter top with his legs dangling towards the ground. Chris, who was standing off to the side, made his way to a window in front of me. He pulled up the shades and I was temporarily blinded by the light. I shut my eyes and turned the other way until my eyes adjusted. Leon was sitting on the counter top rubbing his forehead.
"Recognize it?" He leaned his head toward the window, instructing me to look out it. It seemed like a plain old house to me. I squinted to see if I was missing something I should be seeing. I saw a car pull out of the driveway and inch its way down the street. Oh. My. God. That was NOT a clone of me driving down the street. I attempted to lean forward to try to get a better look, but the blinds instantly slammed shut. I dropped my head to my chest and began to cry uncontrollably.
"Aww..is little Billie willie sad?"
I looked back up at Chris, his arms folded leaning against the wall. "What are you talking about?" I yelled "First you kidnap me, then you call me Billie?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "What the fuck is going on?!"
I was suprised by at my boldness, seeing how Leon was up on the counter fiddling around with a gun. Ooops..too late. Suddenly, he was in my face with the gun to my jaw.
"Listen Billie Joe, we're not gonna fuck around, you either pay us off or you die."
I was scared out of my mind. Why did they keep calling me Billie Joe? I knew Billie Joe ARMSTRONG like the back of my hand, but I wasn't Billie..right?
*Billie Joe's POV*
I drove down the street about a hundred feet and parked the car off to the side. Did I see myself? I layed my head against the wheel in frustration. I ran it over and over again in my mind.
I was adjusting the rearview mirrors when I saw me, or um, the girl, tied to a wooden chair. I pulled out of the driveway and continued to look at me, erm, her, through the rearview until I got into the street. Then the blinds suddenly closed. What was I suppossed ot do? Finally, I decided to put the icing on the cake. I was going to run in there like I owned the joint and demand that I be released,damn it, I mean the girl...that looks like me...fuck. I rested my forehead in my hand. Why was all of this so confusing? Why me? Why her? Finally, I decided to turn around and resuce her.
*Sams POV*
They left, finally. But my mouth was still covered in a fresh layer of duct tape. Sweet. They told me if I tried to escape they'd kill Adrienne. I was like umm...what does she have to do with this? Then they told me they'd kill Joey and Jacob. I realized they didin't deserve anything like that so I agreed. But what is up with them calling me Billie Joe? I mean, my hair is long...I stopped fidgiting. I shook my head around to try to find my hair. It was gone. They must have cut it off! What kind of assholes would do such a thing? What did I ever do to them?
I sat there, pissed as all hell when I saw a mirror across the room. It wasn't facing me so I'd have to scoot the chair to get a look...just a peek..I stood up, with the chair stuck to my ass and my hands behind the chair. Slowly, slowly, I inched my way across the room. Then..I saw it. I was in shock. I couldn't believe it! I was a helpless Billie Joe strapped to a fucking chair. Wow. Why the hell am I in Billie Joe's body? Suddenly, I began to cry. Don't ask me why but I actually felt awful. I mean, sure Billie Joe's family is in danger, and sure I've been kidnapped and strapped to a chair, but I thought it would be kewl to be Billie. I guess it still would,but not like this, not here.
Just then the doorknob began to jiggle. Shit. I was busted. I didn't try to escape or anything but I'm sure they'd take it that way.
"Hey is anyone in there?"
It was a familiar voice that I seemed to know too well. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though..
"MmHum!" I managed to mumble through the duct tape.
The door jiggled again.
"It's been locked with a key!"
I shook the chair trying to break free, it was no use.
"Wait...I have an idea. I'll be right back ok, so don't freak."
I didn't know who this mysterious person was that was trying to help me, but I was greatful none the less.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Umm. Yea...ok...now what? How do I save her? I told her I had an idea, but that was to get her to calm down. Shit. I walked around to the front of the house. I stood by the window that I had previously seen me in, or um, her in. I looked around. Nope, I couldn't use a tree to save her, nope not my car, no not an empty pack of ciggarrettes. Damn. I kicked the ground as hard as I could. Ah hah! A rock! I'll just throw the damn thing through the window and run like hell! No one will even notice if I just...
BAM!!!
The rock hit the window and shattered it into a million pieces. I climbed through the opening and rushed to untie her. "We've gotta go fast." I said, carefully removing the duct tape. "By now someone might have called the police."
"Thank you so much" she said, rubbing her now untied wrists. She looked up at me for the first time Her eyes grew wide. "You're me!" She said putting her hand over her mouth.
"Yea, I know, we'll talk later, now come on!"
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the house through the window. We ran until we got in my car, and then sped off down the street.
"Where are we going?" she asked, continuing to touch her new face and hair.
"Uhh...the studio..." I said looking over at her and smiling.
"I can't believe this..." she said looking at her arms.
"What's not to believe?" I asked her pulling into the parking lot. "You're me, and I'm you." She studied her arms admiring my tattoos. "And we're both fucked until we can find a way out of this..." I said, thinking more logically.
She looked at me and laughed. "Ha, umm yea, I think you need to rephrase that" she said shutting the car door.
"What?" I shut the car door and stood there looking at her.
"You mean, YOU'RE fucked..I'm Billie fucking Joe!!!"
She threw a fist in the air like she just won a ball game. My body stiffened and my eyes grew wide. "Relax hardass I'm just kidding" she said rolling her eyes and walking over to me. I laughed and started walking towards the studio.
"Wh...where am I?" I mumbled through lazy lips.
They made me swear I wouldn't yell before they mercilessly ripped the tape from my mouth. I didn't know how long I was out of it before I wound up here..with these weirdos.
"Good question." said Leon, touching his nose with the tip of his finger. "Very good question." he said peering down at me.
He sat up on a counter top with his legs dangling towards the ground. Chris, who was standing off to the side, made his way to a window in front of me. He pulled up the shades and I was temporarily blinded by the light. I shut my eyes and turned the other way until my eyes adjusted. Leon was sitting on the counter top rubbing his forehead.
"Recognize it?" He leaned his head toward the window, instructing me to look out it. It seemed like a plain old house to me. I squinted to see if I was missing something I should be seeing. I saw a car pull out of the driveway and inch its way down the street. Oh. My. God. That was NOT a clone of me driving down the street. I attempted to lean forward to try to get a better look, but the blinds instantly slammed shut. I dropped my head to my chest and began to cry uncontrollably.
"Aww..is little Billie willie sad?"
I looked back up at Chris, his arms folded leaning against the wall. "What are you talking about?" I yelled "First you kidnap me, then you call me Billie?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "What the fuck is going on?!"
I was suprised by at my boldness, seeing how Leon was up on the counter fiddling around with a gun. Ooops..too late. Suddenly, he was in my face with the gun to my jaw.
"Listen Billie Joe, we're not gonna fuck around, you either pay us off or you die."
I was scared out of my mind. Why did they keep calling me Billie Joe? I knew Billie Joe ARMSTRONG like the back of my hand, but I wasn't Billie..right?
*Billie Joe's POV*
I drove down the street about a hundred feet and parked the car off to the side. Did I see myself? I layed my head against the wheel in frustration. I ran it over and over again in my mind.
I was adjusting the rearview mirrors when I saw me, or um, the girl, tied to a wooden chair. I pulled out of the driveway and continued to look at me, erm, her, through the rearview until I got into the street. Then the blinds suddenly closed. What was I suppossed ot do? Finally, I decided to put the icing on the cake. I was going to run in there like I owned the joint and demand that I be released,damn it, I mean the girl...that looks like me...fuck. I rested my forehead in my hand. Why was all of this so confusing? Why me? Why her? Finally, I decided to turn around and resuce her.
*Sams POV*
They left, finally. But my mouth was still covered in a fresh layer of duct tape. Sweet. They told me if I tried to escape they'd kill Adrienne. I was like umm...what does she have to do with this? Then they told me they'd kill Joey and Jacob. I realized they didin't deserve anything like that so I agreed. But what is up with them calling me Billie Joe? I mean, my hair is long...I stopped fidgiting. I shook my head around to try to find my hair. It was gone. They must have cut it off! What kind of assholes would do such a thing? What did I ever do to them?
I sat there, pissed as all hell when I saw a mirror across the room. It wasn't facing me so I'd have to scoot the chair to get a look...just a peek..I stood up, with the chair stuck to my ass and my hands behind the chair. Slowly, slowly, I inched my way across the room. Then..I saw it. I was in shock. I couldn't believe it! I was a helpless Billie Joe strapped to a fucking chair. Wow. Why the hell am I in Billie Joe's body? Suddenly, I began to cry. Don't ask me why but I actually felt awful. I mean, sure Billie Joe's family is in danger, and sure I've been kidnapped and strapped to a chair, but I thought it would be kewl to be Billie. I guess it still would,but not like this, not here.
Just then the doorknob began to jiggle. Shit. I was busted. I didn't try to escape or anything but I'm sure they'd take it that way.
"Hey is anyone in there?"
It was a familiar voice that I seemed to know too well. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though..
"MmHum!" I managed to mumble through the duct tape.
The door jiggled again.
"It's been locked with a key!"
I shook the chair trying to break free, it was no use.
"Wait...I have an idea. I'll be right back ok, so don't freak."
I didn't know who this mysterious person was that was trying to help me, but I was greatful none the less.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Umm. Yea...ok...now what? How do I save her? I told her I had an idea, but that was to get her to calm down. Shit. I walked around to the front of the house. I stood by the window that I had previously seen me in, or um, her in. I looked around. Nope, I couldn't use a tree to save her, nope not my car, no not an empty pack of ciggarrettes. Damn. I kicked the ground as hard as I could. Ah hah! A rock! I'll just throw the damn thing through the window and run like hell! No one will even notice if I just...
BAM!!!
The rock hit the window and shattered it into a million pieces. I climbed through the opening and rushed to untie her. "We've gotta go fast." I said, carefully removing the duct tape. "By now someone might have called the police."
"Thank you so much" she said, rubbing her now untied wrists. She looked up at me for the first time Her eyes grew wide. "You're me!" She said putting her hand over her mouth.
"Yea, I know, we'll talk later, now come on!"
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the house through the window. We ran until we got in my car, and then sped off down the street.
"Where are we going?" she asked, continuing to touch her new face and hair.
"Uhh...the studio..." I said looking over at her and smiling.
"I can't believe this..." she said looking at her arms.
"What's not to believe?" I asked her pulling into the parking lot. "You're me, and I'm you." She studied her arms admiring my tattoos. "And we're both fucked until we can find a way out of this..." I said, thinking more logically.
She looked at me and laughed. "Ha, umm yea, I think you need to rephrase that" she said shutting the car door.
"What?" I shut the car door and stood there looking at her.
"You mean, YOU'RE fucked..I'm Billie fucking Joe!!!"
She threw a fist in the air like she just won a ball game. My body stiffened and my eyes grew wide. "Relax hardass I'm just kidding" she said rolling her eyes and walking over to me. I laughed and started walking towards the studio.
