Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 8
*Golf Course*
"Do you really love her?" Mike asked as he and Tre walked away from the golf cart which they had just crashed in the water thanks to Tre.
"It's like...like...I don't just want sex...everything about her is important to me...what's up with that Mike?" the worried drummer asked his friend without actually answering the question at all.
"Ha! You're in love man! There's nothing anyone can do about it! But," Mike paused, "Do you love her?"
"What's the difference and why are you so curious?" Tre raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"No...nothing...never mind...forget I ever said anything..."
*Tré's House*
"Ok, um...this is awkward!" Chilli thought as Billie Joe's tender lips pressed delicately onto hers, his tongue forced itself past them, into her mouth, to entwine around and dance with her own, and his rough, warm hands slid down around her hips and up the back of her black tank top. She couldn't resist...Chilli kissed him back affectionately, before she hurriedly drew away.
"No," Chilli mumbled to herself, in shock of what just happened between her and one of her best friends, "That's not right."
Billie nodded his head gloomily in agreement, "Sorry," he said, staring down at his shoes.
"No! It's not just the kiss," Chilli continued in frustration, "You can't love me!"
Billie Joe's eyes widened and he looked up at Chilli in shock, "WHAT!? One little kiss does NOT mean that I love-" he stopped in mid-sentence. Billie had just realised. That's why he was so captivated by Chilli's every word, movement and action.
He did love her...
*Flashback*
Billie Joe Armstrong leisurely wandered the streets of Oakland, bored out of his mind. He had a fight with his wife several days ago when he told her about a one-night stand he had with a girl a few months ago when Adie was pregnant with their newest addition to the family, Jakob. What had happened that night is that the couple had a bad feud, they then proceeded to get drunk...very drunk...and Billie had woken up with a complete stranger the next morning.
Billie Joe pushed these depressing thoughts to the back of his mind as he spotted a girl sitting on a bench with a large book on her lap, watching him very carefully. She noticed that he had seen her and looked away hastily. He grinned and strode over to her.
"Hey!" he said enthusiastically and took up the empty space on the bench next to her.
She glanced over at him. "Hey," she said quietly.
She had amazing eyes, he noticed, dark green with bluish rings around them, surrounded by short, very messy, black hair. Her legs were hot too, just thought I'd mention that...she had very nice legs.
"What're ya doin'?" he asked, not looking away from her beautiful eyes, which seemed to have a spell, or a charm holding you there, drowning in them...
"I'm knitting a sweater," the girl said coarsely, "What does it look like Dumbass?"
Billie laughed at her rudeness. The girl blushed slightly and lifted her arms from the pages of the book sitting comfortably in her lap, to reveal an incredible, unbelievably life-like picture of Billie Joe himself, down to the very, last, tousled hair.
"That's amazing!" he said as he tore his gaze away from her eyes and looked down at the drawing, astonished at the talent and effort that had gone into it.
"Thanks. You got the time?" she said grinning widely at his reaction.
"One thirty," Billie responded, checking his watch and smiling at the girl.
"I gotta go," she said and stood up, shoving the sketch book into a backpack by her feet.
"Where?"
"I'm getting a piercing and a tattoo."
"Can I come watch?"
"Um... I guess so, if you really wanna."
"Cool, what's your name?"
The girl paused, "J.," she answered after a moment.
"Anything else?" Billie Joe asked hopefully.
"Nope. That's it. Isn't it fucking impressive?!"
Billie laughed, "Ok then...J."
J grinned. She liked this guy, he just, understood. He got it.
"Oh, I'm Billie by the way...Billie Joe."
"Wicked," J smirked.
"I like that bracelet," Billie said, noting a slim, silver bracelet with tiny guitar charms hanging off it at J's wrist.
"Thanks," J said smiling at him, her green and blue eyes sparkling in the sunshine.
They walked into the tattoo and piercing parlour and a man with shocking red hair strolled over to them.
"Yo, Russ! Dude!" J said, the man called Russel grinned.
"Just over 'ere, thanks," he said to her with a wide smile. Russel had a strong Irish accent; the three of them walked over to a chair by a large tray of sharp tools in the corner and sat down, "Now J," he said because he knew her personally; he was her ex-boyfriend, they remained good friends though, "This may sting just a little."
"Oh no!" J exclaimed and pretended to faint. Billie laughed.
"Hello!" Russel said to Billie while preparing the piercing gun, "You look familiar."
"Oh yeah, um...that's because I play in a band. Green Day," Billie Joe answered, still beaming and laughing over Russel's shoulder at J who was pulling faces behind Russel's back and, jokingly, pretending to kill him.
"Show off," she muttered to Billie as Russel turned around to face her. Billie Joe laughed again.
"Ok," Russel said, "You ready?"
J shook her head, "Not really."
Russel smiled, "Perfect."
He pierced her lip.
J opened her eyes after the brief moments of pain were over.
"Ouch..." she mumbled and she frowned, and then crossed her eyes in determination to examine what had happened. Billie laughed again. She was funny and a bit of a weird one, but she was just so cool!
"Ok," the piercer said, "Now put this cream on twice a day and don't take the ring out for about six weeks or the hole will close up."
Russel handed J a tube of cream and she pocketed it.
"Right," he continued, "Tattoo."
They walked over to the other side of the shop where J and Billie sat down. The man wheeled over a tattoo gun on a table. J placed her right hand on the surface and curled it into a fist.
"I still remember when you got your first one," Russel said, "The 'rebel rebel' one. We were still dating then."
"We had only been together for a month Russ," J said as she furrowed her brow and watched what was being done to the knuckles of her right hand, "And I was... what? 14?"
Russel laughed, "We used to go out," he explained to Billie Joe, who wasn't really listening, but suddenly snapped back into the conversation when J had said 'together', "But it didn't really work," Russel continued, making puppy dog eyes at J. She smirked at gently slapped the side of his head. Russel grinned.
"Yeah," J said, glancing over at Billie, who had once again, faded out of the discussion, "We had fun though."
Russel grinned mischievously, remembering the time that they had been making out on the roof of the gym, where they went a lot to wag class, and then J had suggested that they go throw coleslaw at the principal's house. That was just before J was expelled from school for doing drugs and then just dropped out all together. After she did, things kind of went downhill in their relationship, but as J had said before, they had fun.
Billie Joe watched J. She was beautiful. Something about her was so mysterious, so...rebellious. Unruly. He liked that. But he was married.
Billie Joe stared at the golden hoop encasing the ring finger on his left hand. He smiled weakly as he thought about his beautiful wife and two adorable sons. His youngest had just been born just a few months ago.
J's new tattoo was similar to that on her other hand. One said: LOVE across her knuckles in big, bold, old English looking letters, and the newcomer said: RAGE in the same style; both hands had the Chinese symbols for them further down the ring fingers. They all stood up once the tattoo had been completed.
"Oh wait, you got a cut," Russel said and got out a cotton bud.
"Oh no I got a boo-boo?" J said in a baby voice sadly staring at her finger, "Do I get a wowwy-pop?"
Russel grinned, "Yeah sure."
"YAY!" J squealed in delight and did part of her little victory dance.
Billie chuckled as they walked up to the counter to pay.
"I'll pay," he offered.
"Ok," J said putting her wallet back in her pocket; the men laughed, "That's fine by me."
"So what's a rich, famous, good-looking, successful, talented guy like you doing with a poor, weird, deserted, destructive, random, hot street kid like J?" Russel asked Billie Joe with interest. He didn't want his ex-girlfriend/best friend hanging around with just anybody.
"Oh that doesn't hurt at all," J said indignantly as she unwrapped her lollypop and watched the packaging float to the floor, "I got a new job now," she continued as Billie handed over the money for the piercing and the tattoo, "I'm his hooker."
Billie Joe and Russel laughed and J smiled at Billie as she stuck the lollypop in her mouth.
"Thanks for that," J said as they walked out into the sunshine.
"No problem. You want to go... shopping or something?" Billie asked her.
J shrugged and they both walked off towards the shops. Billie Joe bought her a black hat with pinstripes and pictures of skulls embroidered on it. She loved it.
Hours later, as they were walking down to a local bar, Billie Joe poked her.
"You're it!" he said and laughed as she tackled him onto the grass by the roadside, and tickled him frantically.
"Now you are the one who is it," J said in a robotic sort of voice, standing and offering him a hand to help him up.
"Understood," Billie muttered, looking sadly down at his scuffed black shoes.
J laughed. Billie Joe seized his chance, grabbed her hand and pulled her down abruptly. She screamed at her sudden unbalance, and fell on top of Billie, laughing. She stared silently at his face as he collapsed onto the grass, with her lying across his chest. He opened his mouth to say something he desperately wanted to say to her, about how he felt, but J was then overcome by laughter as a squirrel ran over Billie Joe's chest and he stared at it in shock. She rolled off him, and around on the leafy ground in mirth.
He watched her as she did this and he knew that he loved her and he was pretty sure she loved him too, by the way she had been looking at him every now and then all throughout the day. But not because he was the rich, famous and successful Billie Joe Armstrong...
Because he was him.
He gazed up at her curved figure as she eventually got to her feet, still giggling randomly. He did the same, and waved goodbye as they went their separate ways: J walked down the road and turned into the alley next to the bar and Billie Joe moseyed into the bar.
"There you are dude!" a drunken Tré Cool slurred to Billie Joe as he walked through the door after saying goodbye to J.
"Thought you'd forgotten us," Mike Dirnt added whilst shoving a beer into his hands and slopping his own over the floor. He was actually completely sober.
But Billie Joe wasn't interested in the fresh, ice-cold beer he had been offered; he was more captivated by the group of girls that had just walked out onto the stage. Four women: 2 blondes, 1 brunette and a hatted person had roamed out into the spotlight, all wearing similar outfits: black capris, heavy eyeliner, and ripped, black-striped t-shirts: red, green, blue, and yellow.
One blonde (green and black shirt) was strumming a bass, the other was supporting a guitar (yellow and black shirt), and the brunette was sitting behind a large drum kit, bashing the shit out of them (blue and black shirt). But the one that caught his eye, the one that attracted and held his dumbfound gaze, was the other person, who was singing her heart out, and playing a red and black Gibson guitar. She had short, messy, black hair covered by a black hat with pinstripes and pictures of skulls embroidered on it, tattoos on the knuckles, an artfully ripped, red t-shirt with black stripes, and a brand new lip-ring, right in the centre of her lip. She had amazing legs. Billie could feel himself getting more and more turned on as he watched them play The singer had amazing eyes he noticed. They looked sad. The dark green with bluish rings around them was not as vibrant as it was meant to be. These sad eyes seemed to have a magical hold over you. Drowning in them. Forever lost.
It was J...
"Roaming round your house
Wasting your time.
No obligation, just
Wasting your time.
So why are you alone?
Wasting your time.
When you could be with me
Wasting your time."
J pulled a few people up onto the stage and they looked amazed as she and the other members handed them their instruments and told them to play. He grinned as he watched everyone play. They weren't as good as J or himself, but they were pretty fucking good.
"She's gorgeous," Billie thought to himself, with great difficulty to control himself and not jump on the stage too. J continued to sing as she walked around the stage and touched the hands of a few people who were close to it. Tré giggled and fell to the floor.
"Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?"
Billie Joe couldn't take his eyes off her as she sang, played and swayed to the rhythm of the music that she and her band were performing together.
"Warding off regrets
Wasting your time.
Smoking cigarettes
Wasting your time.
I'm just a parasite
Wasting your time.
Applying myself to
Wasting your time."
J took back her guitar and kissed the black and white shirted girl who had been playing it on the lips. The girl looked amazed as she jumped into the crowd of energized people below. Billie Joe felt he had to keep looking at her, and she had to continue singing, or terrible things would happen.
"Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?"
"That's it," Billie thought at last, after feeling tormented enough by her gorgeous figure and amazing singing voice, "I'm fucking her!" But he couldn't get through the screaming, jumping crowd. Probably for the best too.
"So why are you alone?
Wasting your time.
When you could be with me
Wasting you time.
Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?"
J finished by closing her eyes, then opened them again, and looked for an answer from her elated audience.
Billie nodded his head, as if to say yes; everyone else was cheering and screaming. Well, Tré wasn't because he had passed out long ago and was now lying, unconscious, upon the tiled bar floor. Where had Mike gone? Probably trying to piss on the people in the bathrooms again. It's happened before. Nope, there he is. Mike was trying to make his way unsuccessfully through the thick swarm of people towards the stage. He failed, but that didn't stop him trying... until he was subdued by a horde of stupid teenies. Assholes.
J passed her treasured guitar to the brunette who had been bashing skins, before leaping off stage, barging through the mass, and making her way out the door and down the road. Billie followed her noiselessly. Something was wrong. He ran silently down the street and alleys through the shadows after J. As Billie Joe rounded the final corner, his heart fell, because he saw nothing but a long, stretch of empty bridge. He couldn't see through the thick fog that had now descended upon the road. Billie walked along the lengthy bridge, supported high over the raging water and many jagged rocks below. He saw a figure standing out boldly against the fog. Someone was ahead of him. Standing on the rim of the broad, stone railing of the bridge, staring into the perilous, watery death below.
It was her...
"J!" Billie Joe screamed out.
J slowly turned to face him. He began to run towards to her but she held up her hand and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Why?" he asked softly after several long moments of heart-breaking silence.
"Because I'm miserable Billie!" she shouted, tears streaming freely down her round, beautiful face, streaking her thick, eye makeup down her cheeks, "I'm not meant for this world!" Her voice lowered to a murmur that Billie could only just hear over the crashing water below them, "Can't you see that?" She slowly turned her back on him and glared up at the moonlit, star-spotted sky.
"Hello Jesus, hello God," she said clearly to the cold midnight air, "I know you hate me, and guess what? I hate me too! So now, I'm gonna end it. The world owes me, so fuck you!"
Billie couldn't stand what he was hearing. Obviously this girl had been through a lot, but that doesn't mean that it should end like this. To hell with being manly...Billie let the warm, salty water, flood freely from his bloodshot eyes as he listened to her words.
"Please..." Billie whispered to one of the two women he loved.
J returned to face a now sobbing Billie Joe and gracefully bent down, holding him gently by the shoulders. Billie felt his heart thump faster in his chest and skip a beat as her lips pressed onto his own and her tongue danced around his, and he raised his hands up to her hips and she placed her hands against his. She slipped something small between his callused fingers.
"But...J," Billie murmured, dropping his hands and curling his fingers around her mysterious gift and gazing up at her large mysterious green tear-leaking eyes, "I...I love you."
"I'm sorry," she spoke softly, crying to the man standing before her, then straightened up, and spread her arms out. She breathed out deeply, and blew Billie Joe one last kiss, before she fell. Fell back, into the violence beneath them.
Billie Joe's heart tore itself to pieces as he watched the whole thing in what seemed like slow motion. She stared over at him with a look of melancholy, blew him a kiss... then she fell. She just, fell...
He rushed to the edge, screaming her name in terror and stared desperately into the dark flow of the intense waterway. But there was no hope. No sign of her. If the jagged rocks or raging water didn't kill her, the plummeting fall would have. It was a very long drop. Billie felt himself break down as he looked down into the crashing river below. Tears dropped from his face into the hazardous current rampaging beneath. He turned and slumped against the side of the bridge where he cried. A good five minutes later, he felt something small cutting into the skin of his palm, and he remember that J had given him a gift before she jumped. Billie opened his hand slowly to see what J had given to him. It was her guitar pick, from the previous performance. He kissed it softly, put it safely into his pocket and wandered sadly back up the road...
*End Flashback*
"J?" Billie said perplexed to a very guilty looking Chilli sitting by his side.
She nodded sorrowfully and sank back in her chair, tears welling up in the softness of her eyes. But not before she kissed Billie Joe lightly on the lips and whispered through her deluging tears that she was attempting to hold back and wipe away.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Billie Joe..."
"Do you really love her?" Mike asked as he and Tre walked away from the golf cart which they had just crashed in the water thanks to Tre.
"It's like...like...I don't just want sex...everything about her is important to me...what's up with that Mike?" the worried drummer asked his friend without actually answering the question at all.
"Ha! You're in love man! There's nothing anyone can do about it! But," Mike paused, "Do you love her?"
"What's the difference and why are you so curious?" Tre raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"No...nothing...never mind...forget I ever said anything..."
*Tré's House*
"Ok, um...this is awkward!" Chilli thought as Billie Joe's tender lips pressed delicately onto hers, his tongue forced itself past them, into her mouth, to entwine around and dance with her own, and his rough, warm hands slid down around her hips and up the back of her black tank top. She couldn't resist...Chilli kissed him back affectionately, before she hurriedly drew away.
"No," Chilli mumbled to herself, in shock of what just happened between her and one of her best friends, "That's not right."
Billie nodded his head gloomily in agreement, "Sorry," he said, staring down at his shoes.
"No! It's not just the kiss," Chilli continued in frustration, "You can't love me!"
Billie Joe's eyes widened and he looked up at Chilli in shock, "WHAT!? One little kiss does NOT mean that I love-" he stopped in mid-sentence. Billie had just realised. That's why he was so captivated by Chilli's every word, movement and action.
He did love her...
*Flashback*
Billie Joe Armstrong leisurely wandered the streets of Oakland, bored out of his mind. He had a fight with his wife several days ago when he told her about a one-night stand he had with a girl a few months ago when Adie was pregnant with their newest addition to the family, Jakob. What had happened that night is that the couple had a bad feud, they then proceeded to get drunk...very drunk...and Billie had woken up with a complete stranger the next morning.
Billie Joe pushed these depressing thoughts to the back of his mind as he spotted a girl sitting on a bench with a large book on her lap, watching him very carefully. She noticed that he had seen her and looked away hastily. He grinned and strode over to her.
"Hey!" he said enthusiastically and took up the empty space on the bench next to her.
She glanced over at him. "Hey," she said quietly.
She had amazing eyes, he noticed, dark green with bluish rings around them, surrounded by short, very messy, black hair. Her legs were hot too, just thought I'd mention that...she had very nice legs.
"What're ya doin'?" he asked, not looking away from her beautiful eyes, which seemed to have a spell, or a charm holding you there, drowning in them...
"I'm knitting a sweater," the girl said coarsely, "What does it look like Dumbass?"
Billie laughed at her rudeness. The girl blushed slightly and lifted her arms from the pages of the book sitting comfortably in her lap, to reveal an incredible, unbelievably life-like picture of Billie Joe himself, down to the very, last, tousled hair.
"That's amazing!" he said as he tore his gaze away from her eyes and looked down at the drawing, astonished at the talent and effort that had gone into it.
"Thanks. You got the time?" she said grinning widely at his reaction.
"One thirty," Billie responded, checking his watch and smiling at the girl.
"I gotta go," she said and stood up, shoving the sketch book into a backpack by her feet.
"Where?"
"I'm getting a piercing and a tattoo."
"Can I come watch?"
"Um... I guess so, if you really wanna."
"Cool, what's your name?"
The girl paused, "J.," she answered after a moment.
"Anything else?" Billie Joe asked hopefully.
"Nope. That's it. Isn't it fucking impressive?!"
Billie laughed, "Ok then...J."
J grinned. She liked this guy, he just, understood. He got it.
"Oh, I'm Billie by the way...Billie Joe."
"Wicked," J smirked.
"I like that bracelet," Billie said, noting a slim, silver bracelet with tiny guitar charms hanging off it at J's wrist.
"Thanks," J said smiling at him, her green and blue eyes sparkling in the sunshine.
They walked into the tattoo and piercing parlour and a man with shocking red hair strolled over to them.
"Yo, Russ! Dude!" J said, the man called Russel grinned.
"Just over 'ere, thanks," he said to her with a wide smile. Russel had a strong Irish accent; the three of them walked over to a chair by a large tray of sharp tools in the corner and sat down, "Now J," he said because he knew her personally; he was her ex-boyfriend, they remained good friends though, "This may sting just a little."
"Oh no!" J exclaimed and pretended to faint. Billie laughed.
"Hello!" Russel said to Billie while preparing the piercing gun, "You look familiar."
"Oh yeah, um...that's because I play in a band. Green Day," Billie Joe answered, still beaming and laughing over Russel's shoulder at J who was pulling faces behind Russel's back and, jokingly, pretending to kill him.
"Show off," she muttered to Billie as Russel turned around to face her. Billie Joe laughed again.
"Ok," Russel said, "You ready?"
J shook her head, "Not really."
Russel smiled, "Perfect."
He pierced her lip.
J opened her eyes after the brief moments of pain were over.
"Ouch..." she mumbled and she frowned, and then crossed her eyes in determination to examine what had happened. Billie laughed again. She was funny and a bit of a weird one, but she was just so cool!
"Ok," the piercer said, "Now put this cream on twice a day and don't take the ring out for about six weeks or the hole will close up."
Russel handed J a tube of cream and she pocketed it.
"Right," he continued, "Tattoo."
They walked over to the other side of the shop where J and Billie sat down. The man wheeled over a tattoo gun on a table. J placed her right hand on the surface and curled it into a fist.
"I still remember when you got your first one," Russel said, "The 'rebel rebel' one. We were still dating then."
"We had only been together for a month Russ," J said as she furrowed her brow and watched what was being done to the knuckles of her right hand, "And I was... what? 14?"
Russel laughed, "We used to go out," he explained to Billie Joe, who wasn't really listening, but suddenly snapped back into the conversation when J had said 'together', "But it didn't really work," Russel continued, making puppy dog eyes at J. She smirked at gently slapped the side of his head. Russel grinned.
"Yeah," J said, glancing over at Billie, who had once again, faded out of the discussion, "We had fun though."
Russel grinned mischievously, remembering the time that they had been making out on the roof of the gym, where they went a lot to wag class, and then J had suggested that they go throw coleslaw at the principal's house. That was just before J was expelled from school for doing drugs and then just dropped out all together. After she did, things kind of went downhill in their relationship, but as J had said before, they had fun.
Billie Joe watched J. She was beautiful. Something about her was so mysterious, so...rebellious. Unruly. He liked that. But he was married.
Billie Joe stared at the golden hoop encasing the ring finger on his left hand. He smiled weakly as he thought about his beautiful wife and two adorable sons. His youngest had just been born just a few months ago.
J's new tattoo was similar to that on her other hand. One said: LOVE across her knuckles in big, bold, old English looking letters, and the newcomer said: RAGE in the same style; both hands had the Chinese symbols for them further down the ring fingers. They all stood up once the tattoo had been completed.
"Oh wait, you got a cut," Russel said and got out a cotton bud.
"Oh no I got a boo-boo?" J said in a baby voice sadly staring at her finger, "Do I get a wowwy-pop?"
Russel grinned, "Yeah sure."
"YAY!" J squealed in delight and did part of her little victory dance.
Billie chuckled as they walked up to the counter to pay.
"I'll pay," he offered.
"Ok," J said putting her wallet back in her pocket; the men laughed, "That's fine by me."
"So what's a rich, famous, good-looking, successful, talented guy like you doing with a poor, weird, deserted, destructive, random, hot street kid like J?" Russel asked Billie Joe with interest. He didn't want his ex-girlfriend/best friend hanging around with just anybody.
"Oh that doesn't hurt at all," J said indignantly as she unwrapped her lollypop and watched the packaging float to the floor, "I got a new job now," she continued as Billie handed over the money for the piercing and the tattoo, "I'm his hooker."
Billie Joe and Russel laughed and J smiled at Billie as she stuck the lollypop in her mouth.
"Thanks for that," J said as they walked out into the sunshine.
"No problem. You want to go... shopping or something?" Billie asked her.
J shrugged and they both walked off towards the shops. Billie Joe bought her a black hat with pinstripes and pictures of skulls embroidered on it. She loved it.
Hours later, as they were walking down to a local bar, Billie Joe poked her.
"You're it!" he said and laughed as she tackled him onto the grass by the roadside, and tickled him frantically.
"Now you are the one who is it," J said in a robotic sort of voice, standing and offering him a hand to help him up.
"Understood," Billie muttered, looking sadly down at his scuffed black shoes.
J laughed. Billie Joe seized his chance, grabbed her hand and pulled her down abruptly. She screamed at her sudden unbalance, and fell on top of Billie, laughing. She stared silently at his face as he collapsed onto the grass, with her lying across his chest. He opened his mouth to say something he desperately wanted to say to her, about how he felt, but J was then overcome by laughter as a squirrel ran over Billie Joe's chest and he stared at it in shock. She rolled off him, and around on the leafy ground in mirth.
He watched her as she did this and he knew that he loved her and he was pretty sure she loved him too, by the way she had been looking at him every now and then all throughout the day. But not because he was the rich, famous and successful Billie Joe Armstrong...
Because he was him.
He gazed up at her curved figure as she eventually got to her feet, still giggling randomly. He did the same, and waved goodbye as they went their separate ways: J walked down the road and turned into the alley next to the bar and Billie Joe moseyed into the bar.
"There you are dude!" a drunken Tré Cool slurred to Billie Joe as he walked through the door after saying goodbye to J.
"Thought you'd forgotten us," Mike Dirnt added whilst shoving a beer into his hands and slopping his own over the floor. He was actually completely sober.
But Billie Joe wasn't interested in the fresh, ice-cold beer he had been offered; he was more captivated by the group of girls that had just walked out onto the stage. Four women: 2 blondes, 1 brunette and a hatted person had roamed out into the spotlight, all wearing similar outfits: black capris, heavy eyeliner, and ripped, black-striped t-shirts: red, green, blue, and yellow.
One blonde (green and black shirt) was strumming a bass, the other was supporting a guitar (yellow and black shirt), and the brunette was sitting behind a large drum kit, bashing the shit out of them (blue and black shirt). But the one that caught his eye, the one that attracted and held his dumbfound gaze, was the other person, who was singing her heart out, and playing a red and black Gibson guitar. She had short, messy, black hair covered by a black hat with pinstripes and pictures of skulls embroidered on it, tattoos on the knuckles, an artfully ripped, red t-shirt with black stripes, and a brand new lip-ring, right in the centre of her lip. She had amazing legs. Billie could feel himself getting more and more turned on as he watched them play The singer had amazing eyes he noticed. They looked sad. The dark green with bluish rings around them was not as vibrant as it was meant to be. These sad eyes seemed to have a magical hold over you. Drowning in them. Forever lost.
It was J...
"Roaming round your house
Wasting your time.
No obligation, just
Wasting your time.
So why are you alone?
Wasting your time.
When you could be with me
Wasting your time."
J pulled a few people up onto the stage and they looked amazed as she and the other members handed them their instruments and told them to play. He grinned as he watched everyone play. They weren't as good as J or himself, but they were pretty fucking good.
"She's gorgeous," Billie thought to himself, with great difficulty to control himself and not jump on the stage too. J continued to sing as she walked around the stage and touched the hands of a few people who were close to it. Tré giggled and fell to the floor.
"Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?"
Billie Joe couldn't take his eyes off her as she sang, played and swayed to the rhythm of the music that she and her band were performing together.
"Warding off regrets
Wasting your time.
Smoking cigarettes
Wasting your time.
I'm just a parasite
Wasting your time.
Applying myself to
Wasting your time."
J took back her guitar and kissed the black and white shirted girl who had been playing it on the lips. The girl looked amazed as she jumped into the crowd of energized people below. Billie Joe felt he had to keep looking at her, and she had to continue singing, or terrible things would happen.
"Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?"
"That's it," Billie thought at last, after feeling tormented enough by her gorgeous figure and amazing singing voice, "I'm fucking her!" But he couldn't get through the screaming, jumping crowd. Probably for the best too.
"So why are you alone?
Wasting your time.
When you could be with me
Wasting you time.
Well I'm a waste like you,
With nothing else to do,
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?
May I waste your time too?"
J finished by closing her eyes, then opened them again, and looked for an answer from her elated audience.
Billie nodded his head, as if to say yes; everyone else was cheering and screaming. Well, Tré wasn't because he had passed out long ago and was now lying, unconscious, upon the tiled bar floor. Where had Mike gone? Probably trying to piss on the people in the bathrooms again. It's happened before. Nope, there he is. Mike was trying to make his way unsuccessfully through the thick swarm of people towards the stage. He failed, but that didn't stop him trying... until he was subdued by a horde of stupid teenies. Assholes.
J passed her treasured guitar to the brunette who had been bashing skins, before leaping off stage, barging through the mass, and making her way out the door and down the road. Billie followed her noiselessly. Something was wrong. He ran silently down the street and alleys through the shadows after J. As Billie Joe rounded the final corner, his heart fell, because he saw nothing but a long, stretch of empty bridge. He couldn't see through the thick fog that had now descended upon the road. Billie walked along the lengthy bridge, supported high over the raging water and many jagged rocks below. He saw a figure standing out boldly against the fog. Someone was ahead of him. Standing on the rim of the broad, stone railing of the bridge, staring into the perilous, watery death below.
It was her...
"J!" Billie Joe screamed out.
J slowly turned to face him. He began to run towards to her but she held up her hand and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Why?" he asked softly after several long moments of heart-breaking silence.
"Because I'm miserable Billie!" she shouted, tears streaming freely down her round, beautiful face, streaking her thick, eye makeup down her cheeks, "I'm not meant for this world!" Her voice lowered to a murmur that Billie could only just hear over the crashing water below them, "Can't you see that?" She slowly turned her back on him and glared up at the moonlit, star-spotted sky.
"Hello Jesus, hello God," she said clearly to the cold midnight air, "I know you hate me, and guess what? I hate me too! So now, I'm gonna end it. The world owes me, so fuck you!"
Billie couldn't stand what he was hearing. Obviously this girl had been through a lot, but that doesn't mean that it should end like this. To hell with being manly...Billie let the warm, salty water, flood freely from his bloodshot eyes as he listened to her words.
"Please..." Billie whispered to one of the two women he loved.
J returned to face a now sobbing Billie Joe and gracefully bent down, holding him gently by the shoulders. Billie felt his heart thump faster in his chest and skip a beat as her lips pressed onto his own and her tongue danced around his, and he raised his hands up to her hips and she placed her hands against his. She slipped something small between his callused fingers.
"But...J," Billie murmured, dropping his hands and curling his fingers around her mysterious gift and gazing up at her large mysterious green tear-leaking eyes, "I...I love you."
"I'm sorry," she spoke softly, crying to the man standing before her, then straightened up, and spread her arms out. She breathed out deeply, and blew Billie Joe one last kiss, before she fell. Fell back, into the violence beneath them.
Billie Joe's heart tore itself to pieces as he watched the whole thing in what seemed like slow motion. She stared over at him with a look of melancholy, blew him a kiss... then she fell. She just, fell...
He rushed to the edge, screaming her name in terror and stared desperately into the dark flow of the intense waterway. But there was no hope. No sign of her. If the jagged rocks or raging water didn't kill her, the plummeting fall would have. It was a very long drop. Billie felt himself break down as he looked down into the crashing river below. Tears dropped from his face into the hazardous current rampaging beneath. He turned and slumped against the side of the bridge where he cried. A good five minutes later, he felt something small cutting into the skin of his palm, and he remember that J had given him a gift before she jumped. Billie opened his hand slowly to see what J had given to him. It was her guitar pick, from the previous performance. He kissed it softly, put it safely into his pocket and wandered sadly back up the road...
*End Flashback*
"J?" Billie said perplexed to a very guilty looking Chilli sitting by his side.
She nodded sorrowfully and sank back in her chair, tears welling up in the softness of her eyes. But not before she kissed Billie Joe lightly on the lips and whispered through her deluging tears that she was attempting to hold back and wipe away.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Billie Joe..."
