A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 5
Twenty minutes later, we were all seated in Billie Joes sleek, black SVU. "So what kind of music do you like?" asked Billie Joe from the front seat.
I thought about this. I knew that I loved Green Day, but apart from that, I wasn't really to sure what else I liked. "I dunno, a whole lot of random stuff. You name a band or an artist and I'll tell you whether I like them or not."
Billie laughed quietly at this idea. "Alright then . . . how about Black Eyed Peas?"
I just snorted.
"Nickelback?"
"Hate."
"Behind Crimson Eyes?"
"I love them."
"The Misfits?"
"Yep."
"Do you like any Australian singers?" asked Adie.
"Ummmm. . . not really. You guys ever heard of Funeral for a Friend?" I asked.
"Nup. What type of music do they play?" asked Billie.
"Heavy metal."
It took about half an hour more to reach the Armstrong house. Adie told me unexpectedly that she had invited a few people round to meet me, and they were all waiting at the house. Billie snorted. Some how I didn't think his impression of 'a few' was the same as hers.
When we pulled up at their house I gasped quietly to myself. It was enormous. The house was set far back upon the lawn, and it was beautiful, even from a distance. I didn't know why I was shocked; I knew that they were millionaires.
There were lots of cars out on the street, about fifteen, all parked around the Armstrong house. I could hear loud music coming from the house, even though I was still in the car. I smiled. I couldn't wait to start my new life here.
I thought about this. I knew that I loved Green Day, but apart from that, I wasn't really to sure what else I liked. "I dunno, a whole lot of random stuff. You name a band or an artist and I'll tell you whether I like them or not."
Billie laughed quietly at this idea. "Alright then . . . how about Black Eyed Peas?"
I just snorted.
"Nickelback?"
"Hate."
"Behind Crimson Eyes?"
"I love them."
"The Misfits?"
"Yep."
"Do you like any Australian singers?" asked Adie.
"Ummmm. . . not really. You guys ever heard of Funeral for a Friend?" I asked.
"Nup. What type of music do they play?" asked Billie.
"Heavy metal."
It took about half an hour more to reach the Armstrong house. Adie told me unexpectedly that she had invited a few people round to meet me, and they were all waiting at the house. Billie snorted. Some how I didn't think his impression of 'a few' was the same as hers.
When we pulled up at their house I gasped quietly to myself. It was enormous. The house was set far back upon the lawn, and it was beautiful, even from a distance. I didn't know why I was shocked; I knew that they were millionaires.
There were lots of cars out on the street, about fifteen, all parked around the Armstrong house. I could hear loud music coming from the house, even though I was still in the car. I smiled. I couldn't wait to start my new life here.
