Why Is Life So Hard, Lizzy?, chapter 2
"Billie Joe Armstrong, and this is Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool." he said, gesturing towards the man with short blonde hair, then the man with brown. "I noticed you playing out front. Your pretty good." Billie joe said with a smile.
"Thank-You Mr. Armstr..." I tried to say, before getting cutoff..."Please, plesae, call me Billie. Mr. Armstrong makes me sound old!" he said. "Alright, then, Billie, Thank-you." I said returning the smile.
Tre playfully whacked Billie Joe and said "Pfft...and you say I'M stupid? You ARE old!" I laughed at that.
Billie Joe looked me up and down from my beat up chucks, on up to my ratty sorta "Daisy-dukeish" shorts, to my black tank that read "She Devil" on it, to my black hair with the natural red highlights in it. My mother gave me a pretty good size chest, and Tre would not stare me in the eyes for more than 5 seconds.
Billie Joe noticed this and removed his Adeline Street jacket and offered it to me. "Thank-You" I said, shrugging it on.
Tre Pouted.
"So, where are your parents?" Mike asked me. "Oh, ain't got none." I said. "Left me out here in California when I was...7 years old. Now i'm 9. Been by myself since then." I continued.
The three punk-rockers stared at me for 2 minutes, (I was counting), before speaking again.
"So, how did you learn to play? Where do you stay? What have you been doin' for these past 2 years?" they asked me.
"Okay", I took a deep breath, then continues "1. I taught myself by listening to your songs over and over till I found the right frets to play, 2. I stay wherever I please, and 3. I have been living it up, having a good time, and not letting the fact that my parents left me for dead out in the middle of nowhere, get me down." I replied, in a very typical manner, then smiled.
"O-kay, so where are you staying tonight?" Billie Joe asked.
"Oh, probably behind this place. I find that they give you unwanted coffee if you hang out long enough in the mornings." I replied. It's the truth.
Mike, Tre, and Billie's eyes got wide when I said that. "Are you serious?" Mike asked. I looked at him and said most sincerely, "yes." Mike and Billie then began a frenzy of whispers while Tre and I stared eachother down.
Tre Barked like a dog, then said "Ooo, i'm SO scared" said Tre. "You should be, my bite is worse than my bark" ;) I replied.
Mike and Billie whipped there heads back around and Billie began speaking...again. "Lizzy, Mike and I would like to invite you to stay at one of our houses. I have 2..."
I cut him off and said..."2 sons, oldest, Joseph Marciano Armstrong, Age 8. Youngest, Jakob Danger Armstrong, Age 6. Wife, Adrienne Nesser, now Adrienne Armstrong, Married to her on July 2nd, 1995. Mike-1 daughter, Estelle Pritchard, or Dirnt, whichever you preffer. 1 Ex-Wife, your long time sweet heart form High school. Divorced in 2001. Currently dating a Supermodel. Did I miss anything?" I asked, looking at them quizzingly.
"Uh...nope, that about sums it up. So, uhm, who?' Billie asked, pointing at him and Mike.
"Uhm...TRE'S!!" I said. "Can I stay Tre? PLEASE?" I asked, putting on my Puppy Dog Eyes.
"YES!!" he said, jumping up in his chair.
"Uhm, Alright. But, only for a bit. I would really like for you to stay with my family and I." said Billie.
I nodded and smile. "I will, promise."
Me and the guys walked out with Tre slinging his arm around my shoulder and waving his other hand in the air talking to me about the things we'll do, like shoot water guns at unsuspecting passing cars, prank call Kid Rock, see who can eat cereal the fastest WITHOUT using a spoon, and all that. Mike said ..."I might even come over and show you how to take a 'proper' crap off a balcony!"
"SURE!" I screamed.
Billie Joe looked at me and smiled, with a tear rolling down his cheek, he said "Kid, your gonna fit in JUST fine around here." and enveloped me in a huge hug.
I'd never felt so welcome, or wanted in my entire life. I never thought that I could feel any happier than I was that day, but I was wrong.
"Thank-You Mr. Armstr..." I tried to say, before getting cutoff..."Please, plesae, call me Billie. Mr. Armstrong makes me sound old!" he said. "Alright, then, Billie, Thank-you." I said returning the smile.
Tre playfully whacked Billie Joe and said "Pfft...and you say I'M stupid? You ARE old!" I laughed at that.
Billie Joe looked me up and down from my beat up chucks, on up to my ratty sorta "Daisy-dukeish" shorts, to my black tank that read "She Devil" on it, to my black hair with the natural red highlights in it. My mother gave me a pretty good size chest, and Tre would not stare me in the eyes for more than 5 seconds.
Billie Joe noticed this and removed his Adeline Street jacket and offered it to me. "Thank-You" I said, shrugging it on.
Tre Pouted.
"So, where are your parents?" Mike asked me. "Oh, ain't got none." I said. "Left me out here in California when I was...7 years old. Now i'm 9. Been by myself since then." I continued.
The three punk-rockers stared at me for 2 minutes, (I was counting), before speaking again.
"So, how did you learn to play? Where do you stay? What have you been doin' for these past 2 years?" they asked me.
"Okay", I took a deep breath, then continues "1. I taught myself by listening to your songs over and over till I found the right frets to play, 2. I stay wherever I please, and 3. I have been living it up, having a good time, and not letting the fact that my parents left me for dead out in the middle of nowhere, get me down." I replied, in a very typical manner, then smiled.
"O-kay, so where are you staying tonight?" Billie Joe asked.
"Oh, probably behind this place. I find that they give you unwanted coffee if you hang out long enough in the mornings." I replied. It's the truth.
Mike, Tre, and Billie's eyes got wide when I said that. "Are you serious?" Mike asked. I looked at him and said most sincerely, "yes." Mike and Billie then began a frenzy of whispers while Tre and I stared eachother down.
Tre Barked like a dog, then said "Ooo, i'm SO scared" said Tre. "You should be, my bite is worse than my bark" ;) I replied.
Mike and Billie whipped there heads back around and Billie began speaking...again. "Lizzy, Mike and I would like to invite you to stay at one of our houses. I have 2..."
I cut him off and said..."2 sons, oldest, Joseph Marciano Armstrong, Age 8. Youngest, Jakob Danger Armstrong, Age 6. Wife, Adrienne Nesser, now Adrienne Armstrong, Married to her on July 2nd, 1995. Mike-1 daughter, Estelle Pritchard, or Dirnt, whichever you preffer. 1 Ex-Wife, your long time sweet heart form High school. Divorced in 2001. Currently dating a Supermodel. Did I miss anything?" I asked, looking at them quizzingly.
"Uh...nope, that about sums it up. So, uhm, who?' Billie asked, pointing at him and Mike.
"Uhm...TRE'S!!" I said. "Can I stay Tre? PLEASE?" I asked, putting on my Puppy Dog Eyes.
"YES!!" he said, jumping up in his chair.
"Uhm, Alright. But, only for a bit. I would really like for you to stay with my family and I." said Billie.
I nodded and smile. "I will, promise."
Me and the guys walked out with Tre slinging his arm around my shoulder and waving his other hand in the air talking to me about the things we'll do, like shoot water guns at unsuspecting passing cars, prank call Kid Rock, see who can eat cereal the fastest WITHOUT using a spoon, and all that. Mike said ..."I might even come over and show you how to take a 'proper' crap off a balcony!"
"SURE!" I screamed.
Billie Joe looked at me and smiled, with a tear rolling down his cheek, he said "Kid, your gonna fit in JUST fine around here." and enveloped me in a huge hug.
I'd never felt so welcome, or wanted in my entire life. I never thought that I could feel any happier than I was that day, but I was wrong.
