What the Fuck? She's My Daughter? How Can That Be?, chapter 2
I shook the thought out of my head and started talking to Mike. "So Mike, how is everything going with you and Jasmine?" I asked as I set my guitar down and yawned.
"Pretty good. It gets a little rough sometimes but it's all good," he said as he set his bass down and sat on the edge of the stage.
We sat there talking about anything, everything, and absolutely nothing at all. But I still couldn't figure out why this one girl reminds me of Michelle. I know I couldn't have had a daughter with her. I just couldn't have. Could I?
*30 minutes later*
We began the concert and I kept looking at the girl who reminded me so much of Michelle. I couldn't have had a daughter 15 years ago. I was only 15 myself. I again shook the thought out of my head and paid more attention to what I was doing
*3 hours later*
We were done with the shows and people were coming back stage to get autographs. And the girl came back. She walked up and handed me a picture. It was drawn. And it looked so real. "Did you draw this?" I asked her as I looked up at her.
"Yeah. I did. Is it good?" she asked as she rubbed her arm nervously.
"It's great. It's very realistic. Who do I make it out to?" I asked as I looked back down at the drawing.
"Zero," she said nervously and hesitantly.
"Zero?" I asked as I looked up at her.
"Yeah. I know it's weird, but everyone calls me that. Even my mom."
I signed it and gave it back to her. I noticed that she dressed like me. Looked like me somewhat. Her eyes were green like mine. And her hair was black. She had so much similarities like me. The only hard thing to notice is that I couldn't hardly tell that her eyes were green with her hair in her face. She was wearing a Green Day hoodie. As I signed the last autograph I looked around for Zero.
As I looked around for her I was wondering, 'Who in this god damn world names their kid Zero? ' As I shook that thought out of my head I walked outside to get some air.
*20 minutes later - Zero's POV*
I get home and take my hoodie off and throw it on the couch. "Hey mom! I got Billie Joe to sign my drawn picture of him!" I said excitedly as I ran into the kitchen.
"Billie Joe? Let me see that picture," she said as I handed it to her.
*Michelle's POV *
I look at the picture of Billie Joe and study it. I then say aloud, "Oh my god. No damn way! This can't be!"
I guess I said it louder than I thought I did because Zero looks up at me and says, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said as I gave her the picture back.
I walked upstairs and went to my room. "This can't be. Billie Joe Armstrong? The same Billie Joe that I dated and got pregnant from? No. It can't be." I shook the thought outta my head and fell asleep.
"Pretty good. It gets a little rough sometimes but it's all good," he said as he set his bass down and sat on the edge of the stage.
We sat there talking about anything, everything, and absolutely nothing at all. But I still couldn't figure out why this one girl reminds me of Michelle. I know I couldn't have had a daughter with her. I just couldn't have. Could I?
*30 minutes later*
We began the concert and I kept looking at the girl who reminded me so much of Michelle. I couldn't have had a daughter 15 years ago. I was only 15 myself. I again shook the thought out of my head and paid more attention to what I was doing
*3 hours later*
We were done with the shows and people were coming back stage to get autographs. And the girl came back. She walked up and handed me a picture. It was drawn. And it looked so real. "Did you draw this?" I asked her as I looked up at her.
"Yeah. I did. Is it good?" she asked as she rubbed her arm nervously.
"It's great. It's very realistic. Who do I make it out to?" I asked as I looked back down at the drawing.
"Zero," she said nervously and hesitantly.
"Zero?" I asked as I looked up at her.
"Yeah. I know it's weird, but everyone calls me that. Even my mom."
I signed it and gave it back to her. I noticed that she dressed like me. Looked like me somewhat. Her eyes were green like mine. And her hair was black. She had so much similarities like me. The only hard thing to notice is that I couldn't hardly tell that her eyes were green with her hair in her face. She was wearing a Green Day hoodie. As I signed the last autograph I looked around for Zero.
As I looked around for her I was wondering, 'Who in this god damn world names their kid Zero? ' As I shook that thought out of my head I walked outside to get some air.
*20 minutes later - Zero's POV*
I get home and take my hoodie off and throw it on the couch. "Hey mom! I got Billie Joe to sign my drawn picture of him!" I said excitedly as I ran into the kitchen.
"Billie Joe? Let me see that picture," she said as I handed it to her.
*Michelle's POV *
I look at the picture of Billie Joe and study it. I then say aloud, "Oh my god. No damn way! This can't be!"
I guess I said it louder than I thought I did because Zero looks up at me and says, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said as I gave her the picture back.
I walked upstairs and went to my room. "This can't be. Billie Joe Armstrong? The same Billie Joe that I dated and got pregnant from? No. It can't be." I shook the thought outta my head and fell asleep.
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