"Something Unpredictable?", chapter 3
"Hey, uh I kinda saved you from being run over this morning and I was walking back past where I met you and I think you dropped your wallet anyway I picked it up and it had your number in it, are you missing it?" the girls voice said over the phone.
"Uh" Billie Joe checked his pockets and on the kitchen table, which is where it would be if he didnt have it on him.
"Yes it appears I have"
"Ok, um, well do you want to pick it up or should I drop it round?"
"Where do you live?"
"23rd street"
"Oh that's miles away, I'm in 12th street"
"I have a skateboard I can be round in like ten minutes"
"Ok, I'll be sitting outside my house, see you then" he said and hung up, cursing his stupidity for not checking his pockets to make sure he had it. He went and sat on the low concrete wall that circled his house and waited and, ten minutes later, a girl was skating across the road towards him. She kickflipped over the curb and got off her board.
"This is yours I think" she grinned, pulling a black wallet out of one of her many pockets.
"Thats it, thanks" he sighed and put it back in his pocket.
"Well I better get going" she said and started off but Billie Joe stopped her.
"Whats your name?"
"Tarja" (pronounced a bit like Tarsha)
"Wow, cool name"
"Thanks, it's German, it's a bit like Tasha but with an accent" she smiled.
"Well I'm Billie Joe, it's abit like William Joseph only its definatly not and if anyone called me that, I'd have to kick their ass" he said.
Tarja laughed, "Yea I know who you are, Green Day are one of my favourite bands, oh and for the record, I liked you guys before it was cool" she grinned.
"Oh yeah, how far back?"
"Since I first seen you three play in the Gilman back in 1989"
"Fuck that was years ago, you must be near my age then"
"Doubt it, 25, much younger than you"
"Haha, only 34, not that much"
"I just like to think so 'coz dont wanna be old" she said.
"I know what you mean, hey do you wanna come in?" Billie Joe asked. Tarja bit her lip.
"Dunno, I've got a dog to feed"
"I pretty sure it can live, dogs will find their own food if they're really hungry"
"Hmmm well ok then, but not for long" she agreed.
"Do you want somthing to drink?" he asked as he went to his fridge.
"Sure, what do you have?"
"Beer, juice, water"
"Water"
"Come on, have a beer"
"Ok then" she grinned. Billie Joe handed her a drink and sat down with her on his couch.
"So, do you play an instrument?"
"I've played the drums for about 7 years now"
"Cool, you any good?"
"Well I'm not like Dave Grohl or anything but I'm not bad really"
"I met Dave Grohl, he's a nice guy, but then Tre accidentally hit Taylor Hawkins in the back of the head with a BB gun and Dave and I had to restrain Taylor from kicking the shit outta Tre, since then we havent had much to do with them"
"Oh yea, I remember hearing somthing about that, god what a disaster"
"Yeah but Tre is such a bad shot, I'd be more worried if he was aiming for the guy next to me" Billie laughed.
"I bet" she grinned.
"So I noticed you skate? What inspired you to do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well not many girls I know can skate"
"Oh well I had nothing else to do one summer holidays back when I was 6 and I borrowed my brothers skateboard and taught myself"
"Whose your favourite skater?"
"Oh definatly Bam Margera, god he's like my idol, I'd probably die if I ever met him"
"I bet you would, so he spins your wheels does he?" Billie Joe grinned.
"No! Well yes but y'know, he's a famous dude and I'm just plain jane sort of thing" she said.
"No your not, well i'm kind of a famous sort of dude and here you are sitting on my couch, so what does that tell you?"
"That picking up wallets is good luck?"
"Uh.... yeah I spose it does" Billie laughed and scratched his head.
Tarja looked at the clock on the wall and drained the rest of her beer, "Well I better get going now, my dog will be wondering where I've gone" she said, standing up and straightening her top.
"Oh, ok then, I'll see you round I spose?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool" she smiled and skated down the footpath.
Billie Joe watched her off down the street then his phone rang so he had to run inside quickly.
"HEY BILLIE JOE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Tre's voice hollered over the otherside.
"Nothing much"
"THEN COME DOWN TO THE BAR TONIGHT WITH MIKE, MYLA,TALIA, KAYLA AND ME!"
"Dunno, I'm not really in the mood"
"COME ON!"
"Fine, fine, what time?"
"ABOUT 5? AT THE USUAL PLACE!"
"Ok, see you soon"
"BYE!!" Tre yelled and Billie Joe hung up. He sighed and sat down on his couch. Until Tarja had left he had forgotten how miserable he was but it all came back so suddenly he almost cried. He had a shower and picked out some nice clothes to wear, his black shirt that had a red star on the pocket, a red tie, black jeans and belt, he looked at himself in the mirror, same old Billie Joe. He threw off his clothes and put on some baggy black jeans and his Misfits shirt, much more comfortable, besides, he was only going to the local bar, not like he was going out for a big night on the town. He did put a bit of eyeliner on before he went out however and met up with his friends. They took the seats up at the bar and ordered drinks. Amongst all of his friends who were happy and joyful, he felt like an extra unneeded limb or a sad sack shitty old man.
"Hey come one BJ lighten up! Have some fun! Lifes too short to be miserable" Mike told him and shook his shoulder a bit.
"I'm not miserable, I'm just not really in the mood, look I'm just going to bring everyone down if it stay here, I'll see you later" he said and left. Mike stared after his friend in concern as the door swung open and he disappeared.
"Uh" Billie Joe checked his pockets and on the kitchen table, which is where it would be if he didnt have it on him.
"Yes it appears I have"
"Ok, um, well do you want to pick it up or should I drop it round?"
"Where do you live?"
"23rd street"
"Oh that's miles away, I'm in 12th street"
"I have a skateboard I can be round in like ten minutes"
"Ok, I'll be sitting outside my house, see you then" he said and hung up, cursing his stupidity for not checking his pockets to make sure he had it. He went and sat on the low concrete wall that circled his house and waited and, ten minutes later, a girl was skating across the road towards him. She kickflipped over the curb and got off her board.
"This is yours I think" she grinned, pulling a black wallet out of one of her many pockets.
"Thats it, thanks" he sighed and put it back in his pocket.
"Well I better get going" she said and started off but Billie Joe stopped her.
"Whats your name?"
"Tarja" (pronounced a bit like Tarsha)
"Wow, cool name"
"Thanks, it's German, it's a bit like Tasha but with an accent" she smiled.
"Well I'm Billie Joe, it's abit like William Joseph only its definatly not and if anyone called me that, I'd have to kick their ass" he said.
Tarja laughed, "Yea I know who you are, Green Day are one of my favourite bands, oh and for the record, I liked you guys before it was cool" she grinned.
"Oh yeah, how far back?"
"Since I first seen you three play in the Gilman back in 1989"
"Fuck that was years ago, you must be near my age then"
"Doubt it, 25, much younger than you"
"Haha, only 34, not that much"
"I just like to think so 'coz dont wanna be old" she said.
"I know what you mean, hey do you wanna come in?" Billie Joe asked. Tarja bit her lip.
"Dunno, I've got a dog to feed"
"I pretty sure it can live, dogs will find their own food if they're really hungry"
"Hmmm well ok then, but not for long" she agreed.
"Do you want somthing to drink?" he asked as he went to his fridge.
"Sure, what do you have?"
"Beer, juice, water"
"Water"
"Come on, have a beer"
"Ok then" she grinned. Billie Joe handed her a drink and sat down with her on his couch.
"So, do you play an instrument?"
"I've played the drums for about 7 years now"
"Cool, you any good?"
"Well I'm not like Dave Grohl or anything but I'm not bad really"
"I met Dave Grohl, he's a nice guy, but then Tre accidentally hit Taylor Hawkins in the back of the head with a BB gun and Dave and I had to restrain Taylor from kicking the shit outta Tre, since then we havent had much to do with them"
"Oh yea, I remember hearing somthing about that, god what a disaster"
"Yeah but Tre is such a bad shot, I'd be more worried if he was aiming for the guy next to me" Billie laughed.
"I bet" she grinned.
"So I noticed you skate? What inspired you to do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well not many girls I know can skate"
"Oh well I had nothing else to do one summer holidays back when I was 6 and I borrowed my brothers skateboard and taught myself"
"Whose your favourite skater?"
"Oh definatly Bam Margera, god he's like my idol, I'd probably die if I ever met him"
"I bet you would, so he spins your wheels does he?" Billie Joe grinned.
"No! Well yes but y'know, he's a famous dude and I'm just plain jane sort of thing" she said.
"No your not, well i'm kind of a famous sort of dude and here you are sitting on my couch, so what does that tell you?"
"That picking up wallets is good luck?"
"Uh.... yeah I spose it does" Billie laughed and scratched his head.
Tarja looked at the clock on the wall and drained the rest of her beer, "Well I better get going now, my dog will be wondering where I've gone" she said, standing up and straightening her top.
"Oh, ok then, I'll see you round I spose?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool" she smiled and skated down the footpath.
Billie Joe watched her off down the street then his phone rang so he had to run inside quickly.
"HEY BILLIE JOE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Tre's voice hollered over the otherside.
"Nothing much"
"THEN COME DOWN TO THE BAR TONIGHT WITH MIKE, MYLA,TALIA, KAYLA AND ME!"
"Dunno, I'm not really in the mood"
"COME ON!"
"Fine, fine, what time?"
"ABOUT 5? AT THE USUAL PLACE!"
"Ok, see you soon"
"BYE!!" Tre yelled and Billie Joe hung up. He sighed and sat down on his couch. Until Tarja had left he had forgotten how miserable he was but it all came back so suddenly he almost cried. He had a shower and picked out some nice clothes to wear, his black shirt that had a red star on the pocket, a red tie, black jeans and belt, he looked at himself in the mirror, same old Billie Joe. He threw off his clothes and put on some baggy black jeans and his Misfits shirt, much more comfortable, besides, he was only going to the local bar, not like he was going out for a big night on the town. He did put a bit of eyeliner on before he went out however and met up with his friends. They took the seats up at the bar and ordered drinks. Amongst all of his friends who were happy and joyful, he felt like an extra unneeded limb or a sad sack shitty old man.
"Hey come one BJ lighten up! Have some fun! Lifes too short to be miserable" Mike told him and shook his shoulder a bit.
"I'm not miserable, I'm just not really in the mood, look I'm just going to bring everyone down if it stay here, I'll see you later" he said and left. Mike stared after his friend in concern as the door swung open and he disappeared.
