Never Say Forever 'Cause Nothing Lasts, chapter 2
Hey Diary, you fucking cunt!
She's AMAZING!!
Ha ha! You have no idea who I'm talking about do you? Too bad! You will never know!! HA HA HA!
All right, there's this girl in my grade and she is so beautiful. She's a rebel. I really like her but I'm not sure how to tell her. Her name is Whatsername and she has long black hair with blue and green streaks. She's punk and we have so much in common. She plays the guitar as well. I have to ask her out before someone beats me to it cuz she's just so awesome! I think-
"Billie! C'mon man! Whatsername's here, we'll be late for school and that'll give Ling an excuse to make us stay in that shit hole again. Get up!" Mike yelled from the other side of Billie Joe's bedroom door.
Billie Joe sighed and closed his diary, pushing it under his pillow and placing his feet on the floor of his bedroom. He slipped a t-shirt on over his head and tugged his jeans on. Pulling on his converses, he jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hi Billie," Mike said while munching on a piece of toast.
"Hey Mike," Billie said as he entered.
"Good morning Billie Joe," Ollie said cheerily.
"Morning Mom." Billie smiled.
"Morning Dipshit," Whatsername mumbled while nibbling on a pop tart.
Billie smirked and rolled his eyes, "Love you too Honey buns."
Billie opened cupboard in search of pop tarts, upon not finding them, he turned around and glared at Whatsername.
"YOU!" he snarled accusingly, "You stole my pop tarts!
"No I didn't. Your mommy told me to eat something, it's not my fault," Whatsername responded with an evil smirk.
"You could've had toast like Mike!" exclaimed Billie exasperatedly.
"I'm not much of a toast person," Whatsername sniggered.
"Well I need my poptarts!" Billie shouted.
"Billie, stop being such a drama queen and eat something else. I'll buy more poptarts later," Ollie stated, beginning to become frustrated by Billie's stubbornness.
Billie Joe pouted and started eating cereal straight out of the box, glaring evilly at Whatsername. Ollie rolled her eyes in disapproval at her son's choice in method of eating cereal.
***
Ms. Ling was showing Whatsername and another new girl around the school. Whatsername was bored out of her mind and the other girl was thrilled. She seemed to be one of those teacher's pet, preppy bitches. Her name was Serena.
"This is a very beautiful school, Ms Ling," Serena said running alongside Ms. Ling and smiling happily.
Ms Ling glowed with pride and held her head high, "As you can see, our students take great pride in our school. That's why you'll be taking a quick little psychological exam to spot any little clouds on the horizon as you sail the student seas."
Serena stopped in her tracks and stared in disbelief and shock at Ms. Ling.
Whatsername sniggered, "SOS. Girl overboard."
"No one told me about any tests!" Serena panicked.
"Don't worry, it's a psychological test," Whatsername said reassuringly, "You're automatically exempt."
"Oh..." Serena thought for a moment and Whatsername was sure she could hear the faint clunking of cogs whirring around inside Serena's head as she tried to comprehend what had just been said, "All right then."
***
"Now Serena," the counselor, Mrs. Manson said to one of the two girls in the room, "What do you see here?"
She held up a picture of two silhouetted people talking with each other.
Serena frowned in concentration, "It's a picture of two people talking."
Mrs. Manson grinned as the second girl in the room rolled her eyes and picked at her chipped black nail polish, "That's right! Good! Can you make up a little story about what they might be discussing?"
Serena frowned, "I'm not even supposed to be taking this test. I'm exempt."
Mrs. Manson smiled sweetly, "You won't be graded, dear."
That made the smile return to Serena's face, "Oh, ok then. Let's see...um... They've been going out for a while and he's upset because other guys keep asking her out and she's saying she can't help it if she's attractive and popular and besides, nobody ever said they were going steady. And if he does want to go steady, he's got to do a lot better than movie, burger, backseat, movie, burger, backseat, because there are plenty of guys with bigger backseats in nicer cars, waiting to take her someplace nice!"
Mrs. Manson grinned widely, her few gold teeth glinting in the light, "Very good, Serena! That's wonderful! Now Watsarnam...is that it? What language is that?" Whatsername said nothing and continued to indulge in her fascination with her nails, "Let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as Serena's!"
Whatsername looked up and scowled at Mrs. Manson, "It's Whatsername."
Mrs. Manson sighed, "I'm sorry, Whatsername, what do you see in the picture?"
Whatsername sighed and glanced at the picture, "Um, a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains," she said dully bored out of her mind as she readjusted her armbands that covered the whole of her right arm.
Mrs. Manson frowned confusedly, "Ah, there aren't any ponies. It's two people."
Whatsername scowled again, "Hey looked lady, I've taken this test before. Last time I took one of these tests they told me they were clouds. They said they could be whatever I wanted."
Mrs. Manson sighed, "That's a different test dear," she explained, her voice losing its sickly sweet tone, "In this test, they're people. And you tell me what they're discussing."
Whatsername frowned, "Oh...okay. It's a guy and a girl and they're talking about..." she paused and smiled a little, "A herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains."
The counselor scowled and lowered the card. She knew a challenge would come across one day when she was testing the new students of the school, but she hadn't been expecting somebody quite like Whatsername.
Whatsername just smiled...
***
Hey Cocksucker!
I hate that fucking school. The fucking principal gave me and Mike detention when we were talking to Whatsername on Thursday so now I have to waste my Saturday at school. I really like her, but I can't decide whether or not to tell her. Mike seems to like her too. Who should I choose? My best friend? Or a girl who might just laugh in my face?!
Then again, she might say yes. But why would she wanna go out with a guy like me? I'm one of 'the weird kids'. Fucking preppies. Melissa already loathes Whatsername. I don't know how anyone could hate her. Melissa does though and now she's trying to prove that Whatsername is pregnant or was and had an abortion. I should probably go now. Someone's coming and I don't want them to know I use you.
I gotta go, no matter how much you love the little tickling sensation my pen gives you,
BJ
Billie Joe quickly shoved the diary out of sight, just as the door opened and a boy with green hair entered.
"Hey Billie, c'mon, detention awaits. Yay." The boy smiled sarcastically and walked back out the door.
Billie Joe sighed and looked over at the place he had just hidden his diary. He had to ask Whatsername out soon. He knew that Tre would like her and would not be willing to give her up. Billie slowly rose from his seat and made his way towards the door.
She's AMAZING!!
Ha ha! You have no idea who I'm talking about do you? Too bad! You will never know!! HA HA HA!
All right, there's this girl in my grade and she is so beautiful. She's a rebel. I really like her but I'm not sure how to tell her. Her name is Whatsername and she has long black hair with blue and green streaks. She's punk and we have so much in common. She plays the guitar as well. I have to ask her out before someone beats me to it cuz she's just so awesome! I think-
"Billie! C'mon man! Whatsername's here, we'll be late for school and that'll give Ling an excuse to make us stay in that shit hole again. Get up!" Mike yelled from the other side of Billie Joe's bedroom door.
Billie Joe sighed and closed his diary, pushing it under his pillow and placing his feet on the floor of his bedroom. He slipped a t-shirt on over his head and tugged his jeans on. Pulling on his converses, he jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hi Billie," Mike said while munching on a piece of toast.
"Hey Mike," Billie said as he entered.
"Good morning Billie Joe," Ollie said cheerily.
"Morning Mom." Billie smiled.
"Morning Dipshit," Whatsername mumbled while nibbling on a pop tart.
Billie smirked and rolled his eyes, "Love you too Honey buns."
Billie opened cupboard in search of pop tarts, upon not finding them, he turned around and glared at Whatsername.
"YOU!" he snarled accusingly, "You stole my pop tarts!
"No I didn't. Your mommy told me to eat something, it's not my fault," Whatsername responded with an evil smirk.
"You could've had toast like Mike!" exclaimed Billie exasperatedly.
"I'm not much of a toast person," Whatsername sniggered.
"Well I need my poptarts!" Billie shouted.
"Billie, stop being such a drama queen and eat something else. I'll buy more poptarts later," Ollie stated, beginning to become frustrated by Billie's stubbornness.
Billie Joe pouted and started eating cereal straight out of the box, glaring evilly at Whatsername. Ollie rolled her eyes in disapproval at her son's choice in method of eating cereal.
***
Ms. Ling was showing Whatsername and another new girl around the school. Whatsername was bored out of her mind and the other girl was thrilled. She seemed to be one of those teacher's pet, preppy bitches. Her name was Serena.
"This is a very beautiful school, Ms Ling," Serena said running alongside Ms. Ling and smiling happily.
Ms Ling glowed with pride and held her head high, "As you can see, our students take great pride in our school. That's why you'll be taking a quick little psychological exam to spot any little clouds on the horizon as you sail the student seas."
Serena stopped in her tracks and stared in disbelief and shock at Ms. Ling.
Whatsername sniggered, "SOS. Girl overboard."
"No one told me about any tests!" Serena panicked.
"Don't worry, it's a psychological test," Whatsername said reassuringly, "You're automatically exempt."
"Oh..." Serena thought for a moment and Whatsername was sure she could hear the faint clunking of cogs whirring around inside Serena's head as she tried to comprehend what had just been said, "All right then."
***
"Now Serena," the counselor, Mrs. Manson said to one of the two girls in the room, "What do you see here?"
She held up a picture of two silhouetted people talking with each other.
Serena frowned in concentration, "It's a picture of two people talking."
Mrs. Manson grinned as the second girl in the room rolled her eyes and picked at her chipped black nail polish, "That's right! Good! Can you make up a little story about what they might be discussing?"
Serena frowned, "I'm not even supposed to be taking this test. I'm exempt."
Mrs. Manson smiled sweetly, "You won't be graded, dear."
That made the smile return to Serena's face, "Oh, ok then. Let's see...um... They've been going out for a while and he's upset because other guys keep asking her out and she's saying she can't help it if she's attractive and popular and besides, nobody ever said they were going steady. And if he does want to go steady, he's got to do a lot better than movie, burger, backseat, movie, burger, backseat, because there are plenty of guys with bigger backseats in nicer cars, waiting to take her someplace nice!"
Mrs. Manson grinned widely, her few gold teeth glinting in the light, "Very good, Serena! That's wonderful! Now Watsarnam...is that it? What language is that?" Whatsername said nothing and continued to indulge in her fascination with her nails, "Let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as Serena's!"
Whatsername looked up and scowled at Mrs. Manson, "It's Whatsername."
Mrs. Manson sighed, "I'm sorry, Whatsername, what do you see in the picture?"
Whatsername sighed and glanced at the picture, "Um, a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains," she said dully bored out of her mind as she readjusted her armbands that covered the whole of her right arm.
Mrs. Manson frowned confusedly, "Ah, there aren't any ponies. It's two people."
Whatsername scowled again, "Hey looked lady, I've taken this test before. Last time I took one of these tests they told me they were clouds. They said they could be whatever I wanted."
Mrs. Manson sighed, "That's a different test dear," she explained, her voice losing its sickly sweet tone, "In this test, they're people. And you tell me what they're discussing."
Whatsername frowned, "Oh...okay. It's a guy and a girl and they're talking about..." she paused and smiled a little, "A herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains."
The counselor scowled and lowered the card. She knew a challenge would come across one day when she was testing the new students of the school, but she hadn't been expecting somebody quite like Whatsername.
Whatsername just smiled...
***
Hey Cocksucker!
I hate that fucking school. The fucking principal gave me and Mike detention when we were talking to Whatsername on Thursday so now I have to waste my Saturday at school. I really like her, but I can't decide whether or not to tell her. Mike seems to like her too. Who should I choose? My best friend? Or a girl who might just laugh in my face?!
Then again, she might say yes. But why would she wanna go out with a guy like me? I'm one of 'the weird kids'. Fucking preppies. Melissa already loathes Whatsername. I don't know how anyone could hate her. Melissa does though and now she's trying to prove that Whatsername is pregnant or was and had an abortion. I should probably go now. Someone's coming and I don't want them to know I use you.
I gotta go, no matter how much you love the little tickling sensation my pen gives you,
BJ
Billie Joe quickly shoved the diary out of sight, just as the door opened and a boy with green hair entered.
"Hey Billie, c'mon, detention awaits. Yay." The boy smiled sarcastically and walked back out the door.
Billie Joe sighed and looked over at the place he had just hidden his diary. He had to ask Whatsername out soon. He knew that Tre would like her and would not be willing to give her up. Billie slowly rose from his seat and made his way towards the door.
