Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 1

"See ya later Johnny-boy!" Came a boisterous voice from inside the club they had just performed in.
"See ya man!" A guy replied as he trekked down the street on the warm evening of Boxing Day. The sixteen year old hitched his guitar further up his shoulder as he walked down the moonlit street. He heard a noise and squinted into the darkness against the graffitied wall. There was a person slouched there, staring at their black Chuck Taylors.
"Hey." He said as he walked up to the figure. They looked up at him, and then quickly looked away again.
"Hey." They replied softly.

Johnny sighed and sat down next to the figure. They looked over at him and he saw it was a girl. Just an ordinary girl. Except for one little thing...She had the most unusual violet eyes...normally... right now they were a depressed, greyish shadow. Johnny beamed at the girl, but his smile quickly faded when he saw the tears rolling down her face. She was quite pretty.
"Wassup?" The man asked her. "Why are you crying, and what the fuck are you doing out here on the street?"
The girl paused, millions of thoughts were buzzing through her head at once, and then answered slowly.
"He threw us out. My dad. He left us a few days ago, on Christmas Eve, then today we were booted out of the house."
"Why?" Johnny asked stupidly.
"Because he hates us!" The girl sobbed. "He gave up on me when I was thirteen, hit me when I was fourteen, and now he's abandoned me! My mother died today, my brothers aren't here, I'll probably never see them again, and we're completely broke so we probably won't even be able to get a decent funeral for her!"

Another pause.
"I'm sorry." The guy replied. "I really am."
The two teenagers sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Johnny now holding the girl in his arms.
"What's ya name?" He asked her in a soothing voice.
"Jen." She replied after a while.
"Is that what your friends call you?"
"Nah, any one that calls me Jen gets a hit 'round the head. They call me Chilli... or Princess Bitchface."
"Johnny." He said with a laugh.
"Nice."
"Shut up!"
"Sorry."
They both laughed.

Chilli had stopped crying now and she spotted the guitar, her eyes turned their customary tint of strong violet. Johnny noticed and grinned, amazed at their spell, which just held you, drowning in the bottomless purple tone. Lost and never found...
"You play?" She asked him.
"Yeah." He said.
"You any good?" She enquired hopefully.
"I'm alright." Was the reply, somewhat proudly.
"Can you teach me?" She asked at last, gazing up at him.
Johnny stopped to think for a second then answered, "I'll do my best."
Chilli smirked, "Wicked!"
"So what are you gonna do now that you're on the streets?" The boy asked her.
"I dunno," She said thinking hard. "I will probably become a thief, vandal, stuff like that. Y'know, a real little shit-stirrer. Fuck up the government and all authority! Whoo!!!"
Johnny chuckled, "Well, you can't really do too much when you're that noticeable. I mean-"

Chilli cut him off to save him embarassing himself, "Then I'll change stuff. You know, wear a mask, different name, that kinda crap."
"Oh really," Johnny jeered, "And just what will your name be might I ask?"
"I'm J," She said after a moments peace filled silence.
"I'm Saint Jimmy."
***


*many years later, 2004*
A girl is walking away from a skateboarding competition in Sydney, with a check in her hand and a skateboard held under her scarred, tattooed arms. A group of young children walk up to her and gives her a black backpack.
"Thanks kid" She says, taking the bag, and handing the kids a few bucks. They grin as though it's the best thing that's ever happened to them.
As she stuffs the check into the bag and swings it over her shoulder, she glances at the wall of a large building nearby, and smiles at the graffiti sprayed there.
'The Underbelly' it read, surrounded by several names 'Saint Jimmy', 'Jesus Of Suburbia', 'Tunny' and 'Whatsername' painted in large black and red letters, and under all this were the words 'The World Owes Me, so FUCK YOU!'
She laughed silently to herself.

She was just an ordinary girl. Except for one little thing...She had the most unusual violet eyes...normally...they were like a built in mood-ring and change colours with her emotions. She also had a couple of very strange abilities. She could change the colour, style and length of her hair at will, and could dislocate and relocate almost every joint in her body...mmm...joint... anyway, moving on.

As this particular girl was walking away from the skate park (fairly quickly might I say), she realised somebody was following her.
She turned around just in time to be knocked to the ground.
"What the hell you mad fucker!?" She growled angrily.
"Sorry." Said the stranger, who she now saw was a man. A kinda fat man.
"I just need a few moments of your time to discuss something with you about a possible career application."
"Oh no," She replied as she picked herself up off the ground. "I'm not going to become some snobby, snot-nosed, hypocrite, bastard, with my lovely beautiful life and I'm so much better than everyone else-"
He cut her off "Please, I just..."
But she wasn't listening. She had just noticed the phone in his hand. He was transmitting all of their discussion to somebody else. She saw the limo in the car park and scowled.
"...So will you PLEASE do it?" he finished just as she drifted back into the conversation.
"Yeah sure," she said walking over to the limousine, "I'll do it one day..." she continued, stepping over the gutter, "And on that day" she went on. The girl stood next to the limo and said clearly to the tinted back window, "Satan will be ice-skating all the way to work." and smirked as she turned and began to stroll away.
"Can we at least give you a ride home?" a voice came from behind her.
"Okay." she said turning on her heel to see three faces staring at her out of the window, "But we have to go to the seven-eleven first."
And with that Chilli jumped into the limousine and slammed the door behind her.
***


*In the limo*
"So... "said the man in the middle, trying to get a conversation started.
"So... "said a light-brown haired man on the right, mocking his friend.
"We are, um, I don't quite know how to put this, but we are a famous band called Green Day-" Stated the man in the middle. He had dark brown, almost black hair and bright, piercing green eyes. He was wearing black jeans, and a band tee. He looked and dressed like a teenager.
"Well DUH!" Chilli cut in sarcastically.
"And we... uh, would like you to join our group." He continued. Chilli snorted in amusement, not noticing that the man on the right was watching her with awe.
"My name is Billie Joe Armstrong," Said the man in the middle, "This is Tré Cool," He continued pointing to the man staring at her.
"Hi... " Tré said slowly.
"And Mike Dirnt," He added, pointing out the third man on the left, who had not yet said anything. They were both dressed similarly to the Billie. Chilli remained quiet, though still attempting to stifle her laughter.
"I'm Bond." Chilli said, with a sombre expression, "James Bond"
The three men laughed at her remark before Billie stopped.
"We need a comeback," He said sincerely, "We haven't released a record for four long years and we need to do something about that."
"Ok," The girl said, finally calming herself, "Why the fuck did you ask me?"
"Because," The blonde haired man known as Mike answered before Billie, "You have talent. Our friend recorded a track of you singing in a bar a few weeks ago and-" He was cut off by the annoyed female.
"You mean that fat bastard that knocked me down?"
"Er... yeah... sorry about that. Tommy gets nervous and he's a little bit clumsy." Apologised Billie Joe.
"And fat." Chilli added to herself as the limo pulled up outside the seven-eleven. She opened the door and walked down the path to the shop, stopping to stare and grin at a wanted poster on a wall:

'Wanted; Dead or Alive' it read'Saint Jimmy, for a variety of multiple crimes, some being shoplifting, vandalism, theft, breaking and entering, piracy, possession and use of illegal drugs and stolen goods, offensively impersonating members of high importance and authority, etc. Reward Offered. Also, anyone with any information of 'The Underbelly' or 'The Mainstreet', please come forward. Your help and contribution would be greatly appreciated.',

That last part made her laugh. Nobody would turn them in that easily. Australia loved them too much. They were a great tourism attraction. She returned minutes later from the store with items stuffed in her pockets.
"Crappy security" She thought happily to herself "Not even an alar-"
"HEY!" A voice sounded from behind her. Chilli spun around just in time to have an old friend pull her into a strong-armed hug.
"Hi Amelia," She said to her friend "I haven't seen you in ages!"

The girls continued talking for a few short minutes cuz they don't like to stay in the same place too long and Amelia gasped at some news and held her friend once more before turning, and walking down the road. All through the conversation, Mike had been staring at Chilli's ass, as she was standing by his window.
"Nice ass baby!" He said uncouthly as she stepped into the limo.
Chilli turned to him, smirked, then brought a closed fist smashing to his eye area.
"FUCK!" He yelled in pain, clutching his head "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"
Billie whispered something in his ear.
"Oh... Sorry" He winced, "That really fucking hurt."
Well you deserve it for acting like- " She stopped and stared at his pain smirking, she did pity him a little, "Come here ya wimp!"

Mike did so as the limo started again. Chilli took the items out of her pockets, examined them briefly, and placed them in her backpack. All except for one thing, which was a small crystal-looking bottle. She pulled a cloth out of her bag and opened the bottle. Inside was a silvery substance that she quickly poured on the cloth, and then held out to Mike. He took it and held it gingerly against his eye, which was turning a dark shade of maroon fast. After just a few seconds, he took the cloth away and his eye was completely normal.
"Alright, now bugger off." Chilli said taking the cloth from him. Billie laughed.
During all of this, Tré had been checking her out.
Chilli was b-e-a-utiful.

She had a round face with a border of short, messy, black hair with thick, bright green streaks (I dunno, maybe it was green with black streaks, nobody could tell) and large, unusually purple eyes surrounded by a hefty amount of black eyeliner. She seemed to blink less than most people. He followed her bodyline with his eyes. She had curves (I mean she had boobs, and an ass. She wasn't a fucking stick, but she wasn't fat either. Just in between). He liked that. She was wearing a black and red shirt, covered by a black jacket over the top. She had fingerless gloves on her black nailed fingers and skinny jeans with rips every now and then to reveal fishnet stockings and striped socks (but they weren't so tight that you had to think 'fuck, how am I gonna get them off her', just tight enough to show off her figure), and wore black Chuck Taylors on her feet. His gaze wandered up to her neckline. She was wearing a black dog collar that seemed to be covering some scars around her neck, and a necklace with a reasonably large pendant on the end. Strange. She something about her was familiar. He glanced at the rest of her jewellery. A lip-ring, right in the centre of her bottom lip, three pairs of earrings, riding up the side of each her ears, and a few small rings on her fingers.
"Take a picture," a voice broke into his thoughts, "It'll last longer!"

Everyone had noticed him watching her and Mike had decided to make fun of him. He was laughing silently to himself. Tre blushed and said nothing.
Billie was holding a large folder; he opened it and began to ask Chilli some questions.
"When were you born?" he said first off.
"I wasn't." Came the reply.
"What?"
"I wasn't." the reply was the same. "Check the government, check anywhere. Me, my family and my friends do not exist, we were never born."
"Wow!"
"12th December No-fucking-idea-which-year."
"Cool. You got a boyfriend?"
"Yep. Bastard."
"That's not a very nice thing to say." Mike piped up.
"He cheated on me." Chilli said coolly. "He cheated on me with nine other girls so I'm dumping him tonight, really harshly."
"How?"
"There'll be a party tonight so I'm gonna get him up onto the stage and dump him in front of about three hundred people." She said with an evil laugh, "Then I'm going to nick his car."
"Where did you get that necklace?" Tré suddenly blurted out.
"It was my godfathers. He gave it to me. He isn't really a godfather though cuz I was never baptised or anything like that. It's just what my mum said and that's what everyone believed. He's actually only a few years older than me apparently."
Chilli replied to an embarrassed Tré Cool.
"That's a cool thing on the end." Mike said, staring at it.
"Yeah, and it can do this." Chilli said in a proud voice, and ran her finger down the side of the pendant, and opened out a long, sharp knife blade.
"Whoa." Were Mike's only words at this.
"That's cool." Were Billie's.
"Is that blood?" Were Tré's.

Chilli struggled to hide the stain on the blade but Tré was too quick. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled the sharp metal into view. Sure enough, there was a bloodstain on the blade... and a scar on her wrist.
"You CUT?!" Billie said shocked.
"Congratulations Sherlock." Came Chilli's pissed off response.
"Why?"
"Think about it. Depressed, abandoned, alone, knife. It happens."
"That is not good!"
"I'm trying to quit it!"
"Ok then."
The questions continued with things like 'what brand of toothpaste do you use?' and such until Chilli asked them"Who else did you ask for the job?"
"No-one. We thought about getting somebody called 'Saint Jimmy' though."
At this Chilli couldn't contain her laughter. "You wanted JIMMY?!" She managed to get out through her amusement.
"Yeah but Jimmy's kind of a dangerous criminal so-"Billie started.
"It's SAINT Jimmy to you!" Chilli said, annoyed at his words.
"You know him?"
"Her! And yes, I guess you could say that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Say 'Hello!' to the 'dangerous criminal' Billie." Chilli patronised in a baby voice.
"That... is so...COOL!!!" Billie said slowly, amazed that he was in the presence of the famed outlaw, 'Saint Jimmy' herself.
Chilli grinned before looking out the window to the vast empty space beyond. This was her chance. "Can you stop?"

The limousine driver applied the brake as he pulled over to the side of the road. Chilli, holding her black backpack tightly in her hand, stood and headed for the door.
"Cliff over there." The driver said, "Pretty big one too. Very long drop. I reckon you could throw a body down there, and nobody would ever find it!"
Billie knew her plan and grabbed the girl by the wrist. Chilli turned to the man clutching her. "Let go. Of my fucking. Wrist." She said slowly through her gritted teeth. She was angry. Billie Joe shook his head then suddenly pulled her onto his lap, and into a hug.
Chilli not used too much affection paused for a second, surprised, struggled, and then fell out of his grip onto the road.
She stared up at him and said angrily, "Who the HELL do you think you are?" before getting to her feet and walking swiftly towards the cliff.

The three men leaped out of the limo and ran after her, Tré was running faster than the other two. Chilli, noticing this, began sprinting towards the cliff, desperate to end it, the drummer close behind her, desperate to stop her. They when so near the edge when Tré jumped, caught her by the ankle, and they both came crashing down. The woman's body inches from the cliff face. She stared at it. Then slowly glared at the man that had ruined her attempt of concluding her pain and sighed as she looked into his ocean blue eyes, that were, pleading, begging her.
She stood as Mike and Billie approached and Tré did the same.
"You two really need to get fitter before our next tour" Said Tré with a laugh.
They all walked back to the limo, Chilli staring over her shoulder, thinking about what had just happened and what had almost been lost.
***


As they approach her hometown in silence, until Chilli said, "Do you want your limo egged?"
"WHAT?!" they said taken aback.
"I'll take that as a no" she muttered calmly, winding the window down and sticking her head out. A howl filled the air. Weird. A series of smaller howls were the response. Even weirder. As Chilli lowered herself back through the window, she noticed all the men were staring at her. Billie shook his head as if returning from a trance. What was it that was so familiar about her?
"So. Willyoujointheband?" He said quickly
"What?"
Willyoudoit?" He said hastily.
"Huh?"
"Please speak English!" Mike said with a laugh.
"Will you join the band?"
"Course!"
"Brilliant."
The car pulled to a halt and Chilli reached into her bag, pulling out a black mask and pulling up her hoodie. She pulled the mask over her face and it seemed to immediately mould against her skin, leaving two holes for her eyes. The famous musicians turned to the window and stared out to see a crowd of people standing there. All except three of them were wearing similar masks to Chilli (now known as Jimmy when wearing the mask). The only difference in the masks was that the crowds only covered their eyes and nose instead of the whole face, but the masks of the other three were identical.
Billie held his hand out to Jimmy to shake; she stared at it with a confused expression.
"Oh," Billie Joe said jokingly, noticing her confusion, "You shake it."
"Um... Why?" Saint Jimmy asked, still looking confused.
"I- I-," Billie stuttered, "I don't know."
Jimmy laughed.
"Thanks for the ride." She said before stepping out of the door to the welcoming crowd. The limousine departed, but as they drove off, they could hear cheering and singing:

"We have something you don't have
Jimmy!
Jimmy!
We have something you don't have
Jimmy all the way!
Jimmy all the way!
Jimmy all the way!
We have something you don't have
Jimmy all the way!!!"

The men smiled. Was that just so?