I Have A Problem Trusting Men, But Can I Trust You, Billie?, chapter 5
The Next Morning.
Ash's POV
Oh joy, yet another exciting day at Berkeley High. I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping it's familiar but still annoying tone. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and yawned. I was still thinking about last night. That kiss Frank gave me. I miss him already. I walked into my closet and pulled on a She Wants Revenge shirt and a dark purple laced skirt. I put on a pair of Draven's and grabbed my schoolbag. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Dad was up and already made me a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"Thanks for the food."
"No problem. I hope you have a good day at school today."
"Yeah, right."
Ever since the tabloids found out that I was Billie Joe Armstrong's daughter, school has been unbearable. Half of the people act like they're my friend just so they can see him and the other half hate me and make my life miserable. I hurrily ate the cereal. Dad grabbed his car keys and drove me to school. I liked it when he did that because it held off the taunting for at least some time. The black car pulled up to the front of the school and I opened my door.
"Hey, Ash. Cheer up, okay."
"I'll do what I can."
"Okay, I know that school isn't much fun but you have only a few more weeks till summer."
"Yeah, I know. Twenty-three days 'till I'm free."
"That's the spirit. Now get your ass in there and make me proud."
I laughed at him and closed the door. I made my way to the entrance of my prison. It looks like a school. With it's large, walnut doors and teacher/student parking signs. There are even textbooks and computers and so-called core curriculums. But sadly, this is not and educational facility, it is hell but dressed up. I walked through the doors and made my way to my locker to meet up with Spud, Spike and Bobbye.
"Hey, Ashtray."
"Sup, Spike. Where's Spud and Bobbye?"
"Spud got called into the office. You heard about that whole bathroom on the third floor exploding?"
"Yeah."
"They are blaming it on her."
"What a bitch."
"Yeah. Bobbye is in some Student Council meeting. She won't be out till lunch."
"Oh. Just us then?"
"Yup."
I grabbed my textbooks and slammed the locker shut. We walked down the long, dreadful hallway and almost made our way to first period. I heard the high pitched laugh and the low pitched chuckle. Great, I almost thought I had an entire morning without seeing Christina and Landon. Well, let's describe the two demons. Christina is the captain of the dance team and the preppy bitch queen. Most popular girl in school, future prom queen, get the picture? The blonde haired blue eyed bitch. Landon is the stereotypical jock. Captain of the football team and is never seen without his Letterman's jacket and his arm around preppy bitch's waist. They have made it their goal in life to make mine miserable.
"Oh look, well isn't that the little punk princess?" said Christina.
"Yeah, too bad her Daddy isn't here to help her now."
Today was not the day to fuck with me. It was that time of the month and I had taken enough of their shit. I turned around to face them. My eyes were filled with fury.
"Yes, I know that my Dad is Billie Joe Armstrong. Guess what? I don't need to be reminded of that everyday. Do you think that your little taunts scare me? I know for a fact that my Dad makes more money in a month than both of your parent's combined in an entire year. Yes, he is a high school dropout but he could outsmart Albert fucking Einstein if he really felt like it. I've taken enough of this and today is not the day. Fuck off and die!"
I stormed off and Spike just stared at me in disbelief. We both walked into the Art room and sat down at our table.
"Wow. I didn't think you'd ever actually say anything to them."
"Yeah well, I was pissed."
"Cool, so cool, Ash."
The next half of the period went smoothly. Mr. Brian was in the middle of a speech on Greek mythology and how it related to their architecture when an Assistant Principle walked in, pointed at me and then whispered something in his ear.
"Ash, you gotta go to the office."
"Alright Mr. Brian."
I was walking to the front door when he whispered in my ear.
"Don't take any of their little administrative bullshit."
I loved him. He was one of the coolest teachers ever.
"I never do."
I walked outside of the classroom and down a few halls until I made it to the office. Now for those who have never been through the hallowed halls of Berkeley High let me set the scene. There is a large mahogany desk that takes up most of the office space. About three secretary's appearing fairly busy, the average social misfits who always get blamed for everything that goes wrong in the school, the student assistants that send messages to teachers and show around the new students. That's about it. I saw my red-haired friend, Spud looking pissed, sitting in the corner. I joined her.
"Hey."
"Oh, hey Ashtray. What are you in here for. Any more punks they blaming shit on?"
"I think I'm in here 'cuz of the complete and total telling off that I did to Christina and Landon."
"You what?"
"I shut up those annoying, idiotic preppies."
"Amazing. Very honorable on your part."
"Gee, thanks."
"Ashlynn Armstrong?" asked one of the secretary's.
"Yo."
"Mr. Jameson wants to see you in his office."
"Sure."
"Good luck, Ash."
"Thanks, Spud."
I took the surprisingly long death march to Jameson's office. Did I forget to mention that Landon's last name is Jameson? Oh yes, golden boy is the apple of his father, Principal Jameson's, eye. I kept walking and opened the door. What a surprise, Landon and Christina are here. I took a seat in one of the not-so-comfortable leather chairs positioned in front of the desk. I put my feet on the top of Jameson's desk and rested my hands behind my head.
"Yeah?"
"Well, Miss Armstrong. I heard about a dispute that occurred between you, Mr. Jameson and Miss Chase."
"Look, let's cut the formalities. You mean to say, what the fuck did you say to my son and his whore, right?"
"Miss Armstrong, I will not allow such vile language to be spoken in my office."
"Okay, Pops. Call me Ash, alright? And your perfect little son has said and done way worse then that."
"Let's keep on subject."
"Sure."
"Why did you say those things to them?"
"Okay, sir. Now I don't expect you to be un-biased at this point. This is your son. I will, however, tell you what happened. For the past few months, those two have tortured me and made my life a hell. I was fed up with it so I told them some truths. Harsh, I grant it that, but nothing out of line."
"Okay, I am calling your parents."
"Call'em."
Thirty Minutes Later.
So he called my house and Mom was the only one home. I guess Dad went to Adeline or something. Anyway, she showed up in a panic. He gave her some speech on respecting others and then suspended me for three days. Fucking prick. I'm pretty sure that he has some broom shoved up his ass or something. We drove home and I was grounded for a week. This put me in a bad mood so that's why I am in my room blasting Sex Pistols and rocking out. I heard a knock on my window.
"Hey, Ash. Let me in."
"Fine, Frank."
I have gotten so used to this by now. He has kept that ladder there for easy access to my room. He crawled in and threw a bag on my bed.
"What is that?"
"I'm sleeping over."
"Yeah, right."
"Seriously. I brought my cd's. We got some chips and drinks and my iPod and lap top."
"Frank, I'm grounded."
"No matter. That's good, that means they won't find it weird when you don't come down."
"Oh fine. You can sleep on the floor."
"I don't do floors."
"Then where would you like your majesty? A cloud perhaps?"
"Ha ha. I'm sleeping in the bed with you."
"Nice, who says?"
"Frank almighty, that's who."
"Sure."
We spent the next few hours hanging out when there was a knock at my door.
"Oh shit. Go hide in my closet."
"Okay."
"Take your bag."
He nodded, grabbed his bag and closed my closet door. I opened my door and Dad walked in and sat on my mattress.
"Okay, look Ash, we've gotta talk."
"I know."
"Alright. Dez told me about the whole preppie's incident. She decided to ground you but I want to know the truth. What happened?"
I basically told him everything that has gone on in the last few months. He seemed really understanding about it all.
"Yeah, Joey and Jake have been going through that for years. Just stick through it, okay? You only got one year left."
"I know."
"Have you decided what you're gonna do after school?"
The question caught me off guard. For once in my life someone wanted to know what I'd do after I got out of their hair.
"I haven't really thought of it."
"What about college? College or a job? Any career plans?"
"Well, no one's ever made it seem like a big deal."
"But it is, Ash. If it weren't for Green Day I would be working at a McDonald's in fucking Rodeo right now."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, but you understand how important it is?"
"Yeah."
"Just start thinking about it. Okay?"
"I will."
"Good, now get some rest. And by the way, you're not grounded."
"Thank you!"
"Night, Ash."
"Night, Dad."
He kissed my forehead and closed my door. After about thirty seconds, Frank emerged from the closet and sat on my bed.
"So kids have been giving you a hard time at school?"
"Yeah."
"Awe, that sucks."
"It does."
"Well, how bad will it get when we start going out?"
"What makes you think we will?"
"Because you are amazing and gifted and outspoken and intimidating and gorgeous and smart and artistic and I'm a rich rocker."
"Okay."
"So will it get worst?"
"Probably, don't know till it happens."
"Oh."
"Yeah, well sorry Frank but I'm really sleepy."
"Okay, let's go to bed."
He climbed in and slept on the side closest to my window. Luckily I have a Queen sized mattress.
"You're really gonna sleep in my bed?"
"Yes, and you're keeping me company."
"What if I don't wanna?"
"You know you do."
He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss.
"You don't have school tomorrow, huh?"
"Nope, it's Saturday."
"Cool, I want you to come hang out with me."
"I don't know."
"C'mon, please?"
"What about Dad?"
"Tell him that we are going to the mall to shop."
"Really?"
"Yes and I'll spoil you rotten and buy you whatever the fuck you want."
"I am spoiled rotten."
"Yes, that you are."
I hit him playfully on the shoulder.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes. Now beddy by time."
I turned over and he pulled me closer into him.
"Kiss goodnight?"
"Okay."
I gave him a kiss and drifted off to sleep.
A Few Hours Earlier.
Spud's POV
Turns out that they managed to find the actual third floor bathroom culprit. Some retarded Freshman guy. He was wearing American Eagle and apparently blended in with the innocent crowd well. I hate the stereotype discrimination here at Berkeley High. Well, if you haven't heard yet from Ashtray already, I actually have a job. Weird, huh? Well, I work at this little diner on the corner across from the record shop. It's cool, not many tourists so it's basically a crowd filled with locals and regulars. I like it. I have had the job for two, almost three years now. It keeps me busy. I'm extremely pissed tonight because I had to miss the Avenged Sevenfold concert because of work. No one would cover for me. So here I am, it's nearing eleven at night and it's almost closing time. I have to close the restaurant tonight because the entire late shifters managed to get tickets. Now do you understand why I am so pissed? There is just me and Bill, the chef. I'm staring at the clock, counting down the minutes. Oh great, knuckles wrapping on the glass of the door. I put my apron back on and unlocked the door. Holy shit! It's Avenged Sevenfold! I see M and Syn and the Rev and Johnny Christ but one member in particular sticks out for me, his name is Zacky Vengeance. I've had a crush on him for years now. He is just so hot, and talented, and amazing, and such good style and kick ass hair and I need to stop blubbering about him because they are waiting for me to take down their orders.
"Are you guys still open?" asked M.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Awesome, every other place in town is closed," said Syn.
Zacky said nothing but just kept staring at me. I was getting nervous so I pulled a stray piece of hair behind my ear as the sweat trickled down the side of my face and walked to the kitchen to give Bill their orders.
"We leaving yet?"
"Nah, sorry. Avenged Sevenfold just walked in."
"What?"
"Yeah, awesome huh?"
"Fuck yes."
"Well here's their orders and make them good."
"Food for Gods, check."
I dinged the bell and walked back into the dining section. They were all laughing and joking around. I guess the show was good. I went to sit in an empty booth when The Rev spoke up.
"Hey, you wanna come sit with us?"
"Really? I thought you'd like your privacy."
"No, it's cool, as long as you're okay with it," replied Johnny.
"Sure. I heard about the show ya'll had tonight. Was it good?"
I asked as I pulled up a chair and sat down next to them. So cool, I'm hanging out with Avenged Sevenfold.
"Yeah, great turnout," said M.
"The chicks in the Bay are hotter then any other city," replied Zacky who finally spoke up but didn't break eye contact with me.
"I don't know."
"Well, I've seen my fair share of women and not many are better looking then those of the Bay."
"Well, I know a few good looking girls."
"Really?" asked Syn.
"Uh-huh. You know Ashlynn Armstrong?"
"Isn't that Billie Joe's daughter?" asked The Rev.
"Yeah, she's my best friend."
"Cool, so I'm guessing you know the Armstrong's then huh?" asked M.
"Yeah, we have band practice at Ash's house all the time."
"You're in a band?" asked Zacky.
"Yeah, I play bass and lead vocals. Have been since I was fourteen."
"That's so cool. Most girls don't know their way around instruments," said Zacky with a smile.
"Well, I guess I'm different."
"I guess you are," replied Zacky.
I spent the next hour or so just talking with them and getting to know them. They are some really cool guys and apparently Syn has some strange fixation with Ashlynn. He saw her in a few photos and thought she was sexy. I'm sure Ash will be glad to hear that. Well, they just left and I went to clean up their table and then go home. I got a hundred dollar tip but what shocked me more was the thin, white strip of paper underneath.
555-2134
Call me some time, Spud.
-Zacky V
Ash's POV
Oh joy, yet another exciting day at Berkeley High. I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping it's familiar but still annoying tone. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and yawned. I was still thinking about last night. That kiss Frank gave me. I miss him already. I walked into my closet and pulled on a She Wants Revenge shirt and a dark purple laced skirt. I put on a pair of Draven's and grabbed my schoolbag. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Dad was up and already made me a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"Thanks for the food."
"No problem. I hope you have a good day at school today."
"Yeah, right."
Ever since the tabloids found out that I was Billie Joe Armstrong's daughter, school has been unbearable. Half of the people act like they're my friend just so they can see him and the other half hate me and make my life miserable. I hurrily ate the cereal. Dad grabbed his car keys and drove me to school. I liked it when he did that because it held off the taunting for at least some time. The black car pulled up to the front of the school and I opened my door.
"Hey, Ash. Cheer up, okay."
"I'll do what I can."
"Okay, I know that school isn't much fun but you have only a few more weeks till summer."
"Yeah, I know. Twenty-three days 'till I'm free."
"That's the spirit. Now get your ass in there and make me proud."
I laughed at him and closed the door. I made my way to the entrance of my prison. It looks like a school. With it's large, walnut doors and teacher/student parking signs. There are even textbooks and computers and so-called core curriculums. But sadly, this is not and educational facility, it is hell but dressed up. I walked through the doors and made my way to my locker to meet up with Spud, Spike and Bobbye.
"Hey, Ashtray."
"Sup, Spike. Where's Spud and Bobbye?"
"Spud got called into the office. You heard about that whole bathroom on the third floor exploding?"
"Yeah."
"They are blaming it on her."
"What a bitch."
"Yeah. Bobbye is in some Student Council meeting. She won't be out till lunch."
"Oh. Just us then?"
"Yup."
I grabbed my textbooks and slammed the locker shut. We walked down the long, dreadful hallway and almost made our way to first period. I heard the high pitched laugh and the low pitched chuckle. Great, I almost thought I had an entire morning without seeing Christina and Landon. Well, let's describe the two demons. Christina is the captain of the dance team and the preppy bitch queen. Most popular girl in school, future prom queen, get the picture? The blonde haired blue eyed bitch. Landon is the stereotypical jock. Captain of the football team and is never seen without his Letterman's jacket and his arm around preppy bitch's waist. They have made it their goal in life to make mine miserable.
"Oh look, well isn't that the little punk princess?" said Christina.
"Yeah, too bad her Daddy isn't here to help her now."
Today was not the day to fuck with me. It was that time of the month and I had taken enough of their shit. I turned around to face them. My eyes were filled with fury.
"Yes, I know that my Dad is Billie Joe Armstrong. Guess what? I don't need to be reminded of that everyday. Do you think that your little taunts scare me? I know for a fact that my Dad makes more money in a month than both of your parent's combined in an entire year. Yes, he is a high school dropout but he could outsmart Albert fucking Einstein if he really felt like it. I've taken enough of this and today is not the day. Fuck off and die!"
I stormed off and Spike just stared at me in disbelief. We both walked into the Art room and sat down at our table.
"Wow. I didn't think you'd ever actually say anything to them."
"Yeah well, I was pissed."
"Cool, so cool, Ash."
The next half of the period went smoothly. Mr. Brian was in the middle of a speech on Greek mythology and how it related to their architecture when an Assistant Principle walked in, pointed at me and then whispered something in his ear.
"Ash, you gotta go to the office."
"Alright Mr. Brian."
I was walking to the front door when he whispered in my ear.
"Don't take any of their little administrative bullshit."
I loved him. He was one of the coolest teachers ever.
"I never do."
I walked outside of the classroom and down a few halls until I made it to the office. Now for those who have never been through the hallowed halls of Berkeley High let me set the scene. There is a large mahogany desk that takes up most of the office space. About three secretary's appearing fairly busy, the average social misfits who always get blamed for everything that goes wrong in the school, the student assistants that send messages to teachers and show around the new students. That's about it. I saw my red-haired friend, Spud looking pissed, sitting in the corner. I joined her.
"Hey."
"Oh, hey Ashtray. What are you in here for. Any more punks they blaming shit on?"
"I think I'm in here 'cuz of the complete and total telling off that I did to Christina and Landon."
"You what?"
"I shut up those annoying, idiotic preppies."
"Amazing. Very honorable on your part."
"Gee, thanks."
"Ashlynn Armstrong?" asked one of the secretary's.
"Yo."
"Mr. Jameson wants to see you in his office."
"Sure."
"Good luck, Ash."
"Thanks, Spud."
I took the surprisingly long death march to Jameson's office. Did I forget to mention that Landon's last name is Jameson? Oh yes, golden boy is the apple of his father, Principal Jameson's, eye. I kept walking and opened the door. What a surprise, Landon and Christina are here. I took a seat in one of the not-so-comfortable leather chairs positioned in front of the desk. I put my feet on the top of Jameson's desk and rested my hands behind my head.
"Yeah?"
"Well, Miss Armstrong. I heard about a dispute that occurred between you, Mr. Jameson and Miss Chase."
"Look, let's cut the formalities. You mean to say, what the fuck did you say to my son and his whore, right?"
"Miss Armstrong, I will not allow such vile language to be spoken in my office."
"Okay, Pops. Call me Ash, alright? And your perfect little son has said and done way worse then that."
"Let's keep on subject."
"Sure."
"Why did you say those things to them?"
"Okay, sir. Now I don't expect you to be un-biased at this point. This is your son. I will, however, tell you what happened. For the past few months, those two have tortured me and made my life a hell. I was fed up with it so I told them some truths. Harsh, I grant it that, but nothing out of line."
"Okay, I am calling your parents."
"Call'em."
Thirty Minutes Later.
So he called my house and Mom was the only one home. I guess Dad went to Adeline or something. Anyway, she showed up in a panic. He gave her some speech on respecting others and then suspended me for three days. Fucking prick. I'm pretty sure that he has some broom shoved up his ass or something. We drove home and I was grounded for a week. This put me in a bad mood so that's why I am in my room blasting Sex Pistols and rocking out. I heard a knock on my window.
"Hey, Ash. Let me in."
"Fine, Frank."
I have gotten so used to this by now. He has kept that ladder there for easy access to my room. He crawled in and threw a bag on my bed.
"What is that?"
"I'm sleeping over."
"Yeah, right."
"Seriously. I brought my cd's. We got some chips and drinks and my iPod and lap top."
"Frank, I'm grounded."
"No matter. That's good, that means they won't find it weird when you don't come down."
"Oh fine. You can sleep on the floor."
"I don't do floors."
"Then where would you like your majesty? A cloud perhaps?"
"Ha ha. I'm sleeping in the bed with you."
"Nice, who says?"
"Frank almighty, that's who."
"Sure."
We spent the next few hours hanging out when there was a knock at my door.
"Oh shit. Go hide in my closet."
"Okay."
"Take your bag."
He nodded, grabbed his bag and closed my closet door. I opened my door and Dad walked in and sat on my mattress.
"Okay, look Ash, we've gotta talk."
"I know."
"Alright. Dez told me about the whole preppie's incident. She decided to ground you but I want to know the truth. What happened?"
I basically told him everything that has gone on in the last few months. He seemed really understanding about it all.
"Yeah, Joey and Jake have been going through that for years. Just stick through it, okay? You only got one year left."
"I know."
"Have you decided what you're gonna do after school?"
The question caught me off guard. For once in my life someone wanted to know what I'd do after I got out of their hair.
"I haven't really thought of it."
"What about college? College or a job? Any career plans?"
"Well, no one's ever made it seem like a big deal."
"But it is, Ash. If it weren't for Green Day I would be working at a McDonald's in fucking Rodeo right now."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, but you understand how important it is?"
"Yeah."
"Just start thinking about it. Okay?"
"I will."
"Good, now get some rest. And by the way, you're not grounded."
"Thank you!"
"Night, Ash."
"Night, Dad."
He kissed my forehead and closed my door. After about thirty seconds, Frank emerged from the closet and sat on my bed.
"So kids have been giving you a hard time at school?"
"Yeah."
"Awe, that sucks."
"It does."
"Well, how bad will it get when we start going out?"
"What makes you think we will?"
"Because you are amazing and gifted and outspoken and intimidating and gorgeous and smart and artistic and I'm a rich rocker."
"Okay."
"So will it get worst?"
"Probably, don't know till it happens."
"Oh."
"Yeah, well sorry Frank but I'm really sleepy."
"Okay, let's go to bed."
He climbed in and slept on the side closest to my window. Luckily I have a Queen sized mattress.
"You're really gonna sleep in my bed?"
"Yes, and you're keeping me company."
"What if I don't wanna?"
"You know you do."
He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss.
"You don't have school tomorrow, huh?"
"Nope, it's Saturday."
"Cool, I want you to come hang out with me."
"I don't know."
"C'mon, please?"
"What about Dad?"
"Tell him that we are going to the mall to shop."
"Really?"
"Yes and I'll spoil you rotten and buy you whatever the fuck you want."
"I am spoiled rotten."
"Yes, that you are."
I hit him playfully on the shoulder.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes. Now beddy by time."
I turned over and he pulled me closer into him.
"Kiss goodnight?"
"Okay."
I gave him a kiss and drifted off to sleep.
A Few Hours Earlier.
Spud's POV
Turns out that they managed to find the actual third floor bathroom culprit. Some retarded Freshman guy. He was wearing American Eagle and apparently blended in with the innocent crowd well. I hate the stereotype discrimination here at Berkeley High. Well, if you haven't heard yet from Ashtray already, I actually have a job. Weird, huh? Well, I work at this little diner on the corner across from the record shop. It's cool, not many tourists so it's basically a crowd filled with locals and regulars. I like it. I have had the job for two, almost three years now. It keeps me busy. I'm extremely pissed tonight because I had to miss the Avenged Sevenfold concert because of work. No one would cover for me. So here I am, it's nearing eleven at night and it's almost closing time. I have to close the restaurant tonight because the entire late shifters managed to get tickets. Now do you understand why I am so pissed? There is just me and Bill, the chef. I'm staring at the clock, counting down the minutes. Oh great, knuckles wrapping on the glass of the door. I put my apron back on and unlocked the door. Holy shit! It's Avenged Sevenfold! I see M and Syn and the Rev and Johnny Christ but one member in particular sticks out for me, his name is Zacky Vengeance. I've had a crush on him for years now. He is just so hot, and talented, and amazing, and such good style and kick ass hair and I need to stop blubbering about him because they are waiting for me to take down their orders.
"Are you guys still open?" asked M.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Awesome, every other place in town is closed," said Syn.
Zacky said nothing but just kept staring at me. I was getting nervous so I pulled a stray piece of hair behind my ear as the sweat trickled down the side of my face and walked to the kitchen to give Bill their orders.
"We leaving yet?"
"Nah, sorry. Avenged Sevenfold just walked in."
"What?"
"Yeah, awesome huh?"
"Fuck yes."
"Well here's their orders and make them good."
"Food for Gods, check."
I dinged the bell and walked back into the dining section. They were all laughing and joking around. I guess the show was good. I went to sit in an empty booth when The Rev spoke up.
"Hey, you wanna come sit with us?"
"Really? I thought you'd like your privacy."
"No, it's cool, as long as you're okay with it," replied Johnny.
"Sure. I heard about the show ya'll had tonight. Was it good?"
I asked as I pulled up a chair and sat down next to them. So cool, I'm hanging out with Avenged Sevenfold.
"Yeah, great turnout," said M.
"The chicks in the Bay are hotter then any other city," replied Zacky who finally spoke up but didn't break eye contact with me.
"I don't know."
"Well, I've seen my fair share of women and not many are better looking then those of the Bay."
"Well, I know a few good looking girls."
"Really?" asked Syn.
"Uh-huh. You know Ashlynn Armstrong?"
"Isn't that Billie Joe's daughter?" asked The Rev.
"Yeah, she's my best friend."
"Cool, so I'm guessing you know the Armstrong's then huh?" asked M.
"Yeah, we have band practice at Ash's house all the time."
"You're in a band?" asked Zacky.
"Yeah, I play bass and lead vocals. Have been since I was fourteen."
"That's so cool. Most girls don't know their way around instruments," said Zacky with a smile.
"Well, I guess I'm different."
"I guess you are," replied Zacky.
I spent the next hour or so just talking with them and getting to know them. They are some really cool guys and apparently Syn has some strange fixation with Ashlynn. He saw her in a few photos and thought she was sexy. I'm sure Ash will be glad to hear that. Well, they just left and I went to clean up their table and then go home. I got a hundred dollar tip but what shocked me more was the thin, white strip of paper underneath.
555-2134
Call me some time, Spud.
-Zacky V
