The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 19
Billie woke up on his living room couch, looking down at Sara who was stuck to him, sleeping. She had tear stains running down her face and clung hard on Billie's sides. He gently pushed her off and made his way to the phone.
"Hello Berkley High School, how may I help you?" A very timid secretary sounded on the other side of the phone.
"Um, hi. This is Billie Joe Armstrong calling my daughter in sick. She won't be attending school today."
"Alrighty then, you have a good day, Mr. Armstrong," she squeaked.
"Thanks. You too." And he hung up.
"Nice coverage." Mike said, suddenly appearing in the living room.
"Yeah, well U2's playing today remember?"
"Oh yeah. What time?"
"Noon."
"Well, it's ten thirty. I think we should get a move on." Billie stood up and walked back over to the couch. He knelt down and shook her gently. She fluttered her eyes open and yawned.
"Hey dad," she said, sitting up and pulling her legs to her chest.
"Hi, honey. How you doing?" he asked gently, stroking her hair.
"Not too bad."
"Good. Well, we need to hurry and get outta here. Bono and gang start in an hour and a half."
"Ok." She stood up and stretched. "Morning, Mikey."
"Hey dweeb," he said, smiling. She rolled her eyes and glided up the stairs and into the bathroom.
"Hey, guys," Tre said, entering the living room. He was fully dressed, looking for his car keys.
"Tre, we aren't leaving yet, what's the rush?" Billie asked.
"I have to go and take Frankito to the doctor. So, I guess I'll meet you at the concert."
"Alright," Billie said, handing him his ticket.
"Give kisses to Sara for me," he shouted, running out the door.
"Alright," Mike said, exiting the gas station and walking to the car. "This is yours..." He reached to the backseat and handed Sara her Dr. Pepper. "And this is for you." Mike handed Billie a pack of cigarettes. Mike pulled out of the parking lot when the car came to a stop.
"Shit," Billie muttered. "What happened?" Mike shrugged.
"Dunno. I think my brakes went out." While Mike and Billie argued, Sara looked out her window, noticing a blue convertible speeding their way.
"Uh, Mike?" Sara tried to get his attention, but Mike was busy arguing with Billie. Inside the convertible, a kid, about 18, was driving while a girl, obviously his girlfriend, leaned over him and kissed his neck while driving. They had no idea Mike's car was stuck in the middle of the highway. "Mike?" Sara shouted. "MIKE!"
"What?" Mike snapped. He looked out his window, noticing the two teenagers. "Oh, shit." He fiddled with the brake clutch, trying to get it to move.
"Mike, hurry up," Billie said, panic rising in his chest. The car was getting closer. "Mike, come on, man!"
"I'm trying!" Mike screamed. "I can't get it!" He looked at Billie. "We have to get out." Mike got out of the car and opened the back to help Sara out. They were safely at the curb. Billie was fiddling with his seatbelt.
"Hello Berkley High School, how may I help you?" A very timid secretary sounded on the other side of the phone.
"Um, hi. This is Billie Joe Armstrong calling my daughter in sick. She won't be attending school today."
"Alrighty then, you have a good day, Mr. Armstrong," she squeaked.
"Thanks. You too." And he hung up.
"Nice coverage." Mike said, suddenly appearing in the living room.
"Yeah, well U2's playing today remember?"
"Oh yeah. What time?"
"Noon."
"Well, it's ten thirty. I think we should get a move on." Billie stood up and walked back over to the couch. He knelt down and shook her gently. She fluttered her eyes open and yawned.
"Hey dad," she said, sitting up and pulling her legs to her chest.
"Hi, honey. How you doing?" he asked gently, stroking her hair.
"Not too bad."
"Good. Well, we need to hurry and get outta here. Bono and gang start in an hour and a half."
"Ok." She stood up and stretched. "Morning, Mikey."
"Hey dweeb," he said, smiling. She rolled her eyes and glided up the stairs and into the bathroom.
"Hey, guys," Tre said, entering the living room. He was fully dressed, looking for his car keys.
"Tre, we aren't leaving yet, what's the rush?" Billie asked.
"I have to go and take Frankito to the doctor. So, I guess I'll meet you at the concert."
"Alright," Billie said, handing him his ticket.
"Give kisses to Sara for me," he shouted, running out the door.
"Alright," Mike said, exiting the gas station and walking to the car. "This is yours..." He reached to the backseat and handed Sara her Dr. Pepper. "And this is for you." Mike handed Billie a pack of cigarettes. Mike pulled out of the parking lot when the car came to a stop.
"Shit," Billie muttered. "What happened?" Mike shrugged.
"Dunno. I think my brakes went out." While Mike and Billie argued, Sara looked out her window, noticing a blue convertible speeding their way.
"Uh, Mike?" Sara tried to get his attention, but Mike was busy arguing with Billie. Inside the convertible, a kid, about 18, was driving while a girl, obviously his girlfriend, leaned over him and kissed his neck while driving. They had no idea Mike's car was stuck in the middle of the highway. "Mike?" Sara shouted. "MIKE!"
"What?" Mike snapped. He looked out his window, noticing the two teenagers. "Oh, shit." He fiddled with the brake clutch, trying to get it to move.
"Mike, hurry up," Billie said, panic rising in his chest. The car was getting closer. "Mike, come on, man!"
"I'm trying!" Mike screamed. "I can't get it!" He looked at Billie. "We have to get out." Mike got out of the car and opened the back to help Sara out. They were safely at the curb. Billie was fiddling with his seatbelt.
