Cause I'm Thinkin Of A Brand New Hope, One I've Never Known....., chapter 2
*FILMING THE VIDEO ON SATURDAY NIGHT*
"And cut! Ok, people, thats a fucking wrap! Good fucking job, Sam! Nice one! See you all tomorrow!"
I wiped my brow and climbed down from the stairway. Sam Bayer hugged me and the band and saluted to us all.
It had been amazing working with everyone. It was so awesome I fucking loved it. I hugged everyone else and started to walks slowly walk home.
I was walking slow cause truthfully, I didn't wanna go home. My parents were those really strict ones, that disapproved of EVERYTHING about me. They weren't my real parents, they were my adopted parents. My real parents died in a car crash when I was ten. The accident was in September, hence the reason I fell in love with Green Day. Since I heard the song Wake Me Up When September Ends, I collected all their albums and they are now my life.
"Hey Sam!"
I turned around. Billie Joe was walking towards me. It looked so amazing, the sun was setting behind him and his shadow was cast beautifully over the dusty streets.
"Hey," I said as he joined me by my side.
"Wanna go get coffee?" He asked.
"Uh, sure," I said. I was a bit taken aback but it saved me from going home.
We went to Starbucks and each ordered Vanilla Cremes. He watched me out of the corner of his eye, I could see him. We both turned and stared out of the window for a while lost in thought. I stopped staring out of the window a while before him and glanced at him. I stared at him, actually. He was still staring out of the window, then turned to face me fast. I swivelled my head around as quick as I could but when I looked back he was staring at me. I turned my head this time to the ceiling and blushed. He smirked.
"So. Sam. How've you been?" He asked, still smirking.
"Uh, good, yeah. You?" I asked.
"Meh... Shit," He confessed and drained his coffee. He switched his gaze back to the window and I put down my mug.
"Tell me," I said.
"It's... It's just the whole pressure thing, you know?" He said slowly. "My kids are really getting to me, I mean, I love them to death, but it's just... And Adrienne, my wife. All she seems to do is put me under pressure, we keep fighting and I reckon it's near enough the end for us-"
"No way!" I burst out. He stared at me.
"What d'you mean?" He asked.
"He- It's- You and Adrienne! You're the most sought after couple in the whole world! Every girl I know wants to be in Adie's position!" I said.
"And do you?" He moved closer to me in my seat.
"I- well, I mean- I wasn't..." I blushed and he smirked. Again. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and he could tell.
"Relax, Sam. You're all twitchy..." He giggled.
"Sorry, sorry... Circumstances, you know..." I mumbled. He still had that so-annoying-yet-so-cute smirk on his face.
"What circumstances?" He asked innocently.
"You know... You... Me... Coffee... Starbucks... Talking about... Stuff..."
"Mmmmhmm..." He narrowed his eyes and WAS STILL FUCKING SMIRKING. God is that all this guy does?
"So... What's your love life like?" he asked me.
I can't believe I'm having this conversation with him.
"I don't have one," I said.
"Why?" He asked me curiously.
"Cause all the guys think I'm freaks," I said then laughed. He didn't laugh.
"I don't think you're a freak," he said.
"Well- oh. I- thanks," I said and blushed again. He was so nice to me, and I just met him.
He grinned and gazed at me. I stared back for a minute then looked away, probably crimson by this point.
"I gotta get home soon," I said.
"Sure. I'll walk ya," He said.
"Ok."
As we walked outside, I looked up at the sky. It was pitch black now and the stars were sparkling brightly. We walked down the streets to my house, talking about nothing in particular.
So who d'you live with?" Billie asked me.
"My- step parents," I said quickly, not wanting to talk about it. He glanced at me and I wiped my eyes quickly. We came to my house and opened the gate. He walked me to the part up my drive, in total darkness underneath the trees.
"I'm sorry if I upset you, Sam," He said and hugged me. I pulled away and shook my head.
"I'm fine-"
"I'm sorry," He repeated and kissed me softly on the lips. I stared at him for a second and he leaned in again. I shook my head slowly and ran from his grasp, into my house and up my stairs.
***
I woke up the next morning, hoping it was all a dream, but it wasn't.
Why... I mean, I was sixteen, nearly seventeen, and he was 33. It didn't make sense that he would want me. And although I've dreamed of it one million and one times, now I don't want it to happen. He's married, he has kids and even though he said it was nearly the end of his marriage it still isn't right. I'm not for him and he's not for me. I just know it.
I showered and dressed and went down for breakfast. My stepsister Lisa was there. She's 14.
"So when were you planning on telling us?" Lisa said as I poured myself fruit loops.
"What?" I said.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! He's SO you're boyfriend!" She giggled.
"What?" I said, alarmed.
"I saw you too last night-"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND LISA HE'S FUCKING MARRIED!"
I ran out and made my way to the shoot. Fucking hell...
When I got there, I was early this time. No one was there except Tre.
I walked over to him and he smiled.
"Hey Sammy," He said.
"Hi," I smiled. "No one else here?"
"No, did no one call you?"
What?" I asked.
"Shoot was canceled today, cause of Billie."
"What happened?" I said, alarmed.
"Him... And Adie. She divorced him and he's pretty messed up."
Oh I bet he is..
"And cut! Ok, people, thats a fucking wrap! Good fucking job, Sam! Nice one! See you all tomorrow!"
I wiped my brow and climbed down from the stairway. Sam Bayer hugged me and the band and saluted to us all.
It had been amazing working with everyone. It was so awesome I fucking loved it. I hugged everyone else and started to walks slowly walk home.
I was walking slow cause truthfully, I didn't wanna go home. My parents were those really strict ones, that disapproved of EVERYTHING about me. They weren't my real parents, they were my adopted parents. My real parents died in a car crash when I was ten. The accident was in September, hence the reason I fell in love with Green Day. Since I heard the song Wake Me Up When September Ends, I collected all their albums and they are now my life.
"Hey Sam!"
I turned around. Billie Joe was walking towards me. It looked so amazing, the sun was setting behind him and his shadow was cast beautifully over the dusty streets.
"Hey," I said as he joined me by my side.
"Wanna go get coffee?" He asked.
"Uh, sure," I said. I was a bit taken aback but it saved me from going home.
We went to Starbucks and each ordered Vanilla Cremes. He watched me out of the corner of his eye, I could see him. We both turned and stared out of the window for a while lost in thought. I stopped staring out of the window a while before him and glanced at him. I stared at him, actually. He was still staring out of the window, then turned to face me fast. I swivelled my head around as quick as I could but when I looked back he was staring at me. I turned my head this time to the ceiling and blushed. He smirked.
"So. Sam. How've you been?" He asked, still smirking.
"Uh, good, yeah. You?" I asked.
"Meh... Shit," He confessed and drained his coffee. He switched his gaze back to the window and I put down my mug.
"Tell me," I said.
"It's... It's just the whole pressure thing, you know?" He said slowly. "My kids are really getting to me, I mean, I love them to death, but it's just... And Adrienne, my wife. All she seems to do is put me under pressure, we keep fighting and I reckon it's near enough the end for us-"
"No way!" I burst out. He stared at me.
"What d'you mean?" He asked.
"He- It's- You and Adrienne! You're the most sought after couple in the whole world! Every girl I know wants to be in Adie's position!" I said.
"And do you?" He moved closer to me in my seat.
"I- well, I mean- I wasn't..." I blushed and he smirked. Again. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and he could tell.
"Relax, Sam. You're all twitchy..." He giggled.
"Sorry, sorry... Circumstances, you know..." I mumbled. He still had that so-annoying-yet-so-cute smirk on his face.
"What circumstances?" He asked innocently.
"You know... You... Me... Coffee... Starbucks... Talking about... Stuff..."
"Mmmmhmm..." He narrowed his eyes and WAS STILL FUCKING SMIRKING. God is that all this guy does?
"So... What's your love life like?" he asked me.
I can't believe I'm having this conversation with him.
"I don't have one," I said.
"Why?" He asked me curiously.
"Cause all the guys think I'm freaks," I said then laughed. He didn't laugh.
"I don't think you're a freak," he said.
"Well- oh. I- thanks," I said and blushed again. He was so nice to me, and I just met him.
He grinned and gazed at me. I stared back for a minute then looked away, probably crimson by this point.
"I gotta get home soon," I said.
"Sure. I'll walk ya," He said.
"Ok."
As we walked outside, I looked up at the sky. It was pitch black now and the stars were sparkling brightly. We walked down the streets to my house, talking about nothing in particular.
So who d'you live with?" Billie asked me.
"My- step parents," I said quickly, not wanting to talk about it. He glanced at me and I wiped my eyes quickly. We came to my house and opened the gate. He walked me to the part up my drive, in total darkness underneath the trees.
"I'm sorry if I upset you, Sam," He said and hugged me. I pulled away and shook my head.
"I'm fine-"
"I'm sorry," He repeated and kissed me softly on the lips. I stared at him for a second and he leaned in again. I shook my head slowly and ran from his grasp, into my house and up my stairs.
***
I woke up the next morning, hoping it was all a dream, but it wasn't.
Why... I mean, I was sixteen, nearly seventeen, and he was 33. It didn't make sense that he would want me. And although I've dreamed of it one million and one times, now I don't want it to happen. He's married, he has kids and even though he said it was nearly the end of his marriage it still isn't right. I'm not for him and he's not for me. I just know it.
I showered and dressed and went down for breakfast. My stepsister Lisa was there. She's 14.
"So when were you planning on telling us?" Lisa said as I poured myself fruit loops.
"What?" I said.
"Billie Joe Armstrong! He's SO you're boyfriend!" She giggled.
"What?" I said, alarmed.
"I saw you too last night-"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND LISA HE'S FUCKING MARRIED!"
I ran out and made my way to the shoot. Fucking hell...
When I got there, I was early this time. No one was there except Tre.
I walked over to him and he smiled.
"Hey Sammy," He said.
"Hi," I smiled. "No one else here?"
"No, did no one call you?"
What?" I asked.
"Shoot was canceled today, cause of Billie."
"What happened?" I said, alarmed.
"Him... And Adie. She divorced him and he's pretty messed up."
Oh I bet he is..
