The day of my life., chapter 2
***Billie's point of view***
Why is she so shy. Oh fuck, she's probebly a teenie.
"I have to go, the bands waiting in the van," said Billie. I walked out to the van when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
"Could I please...um...." asked Alex.
"What, I really have to go..."
"WAIT! Canigowithyou?"
"I didn't catch that, can you repeat that?"
"Can I live with you? Or at least....have a ride to Oakland?"
She sounded desperate. Too desperate. "Um....well...why?"
"My family is not very happy and they beat me for no reason at all. Can you help me?" She asked
"Well sure...you come with us. Can you play guitar?" I had do do something. What if it was her last hope or something. So what, I panicked.
***Alex's point of view***
I get to leave? That's great! But it happened so unlike what I thought it would. But I'm sure this is going to go wrong sometime in these next few weeks.
We walked to the van. "Wait out here for a second...I'll tell you when to come in. Okay?" Billie asked.
"Sure. Okay," I replied.
***Billie's point of view***
I walked into the van and saw the band laughing and joking around. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Billie's back! Where's my beer?" asked Tre.
"Tre, you don't sell beer in a cafe! I have a girl outside that needs help. What should I do?"
"You have a girl outside? IT'S NOT A TEENIE!" Tre yelled in shock.
"No Tre, she's not a teenie. She said she needs help and I didn't know what to do. So, what should we do?"
"Well, let her in here and figure it out cuz we really need to go," Mike cut in.
I let her in and told the driver to go.
"So what's your problem?" Asked Tre.
"My family never really liked me, they beat me ever since my dad died," said Alex. Her cell started ringing. "Shit. It's my mom."
I grabbed the cell and pressed talk. Her mother started talking. "ALEX! YOU'RE LATE! WhERE ARE YOU!!"
"Actually, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, Mrs...."
"I don't care who you are! I want Alex on the phone NOW!!"
Why is she so shy. Oh fuck, she's probebly a teenie.
"I have to go, the bands waiting in the van," said Billie. I walked out to the van when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
"Could I please...um...." asked Alex.
"What, I really have to go..."
"WAIT! Canigowithyou?"
"I didn't catch that, can you repeat that?"
"Can I live with you? Or at least....have a ride to Oakland?"
She sounded desperate. Too desperate. "Um....well...why?"
"My family is not very happy and they beat me for no reason at all. Can you help me?" She asked
"Well sure...you come with us. Can you play guitar?" I had do do something. What if it was her last hope or something. So what, I panicked.
***Alex's point of view***
I get to leave? That's great! But it happened so unlike what I thought it would. But I'm sure this is going to go wrong sometime in these next few weeks.
We walked to the van. "Wait out here for a second...I'll tell you when to come in. Okay?" Billie asked.
"Sure. Okay," I replied.
***Billie's point of view***
I walked into the van and saw the band laughing and joking around. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Billie's back! Where's my beer?" asked Tre.
"Tre, you don't sell beer in a cafe! I have a girl outside that needs help. What should I do?"
"You have a girl outside? IT'S NOT A TEENIE!" Tre yelled in shock.
"No Tre, she's not a teenie. She said she needs help and I didn't know what to do. So, what should we do?"
"Well, let her in here and figure it out cuz we really need to go," Mike cut in.
I let her in and told the driver to go.
"So what's your problem?" Asked Tre.
"My family never really liked me, they beat me ever since my dad died," said Alex. Her cell started ringing. "Shit. It's my mom."
I grabbed the cell and pressed talk. Her mother started talking. "ALEX! YOU'RE LATE! WhERE ARE YOU!!"
"Actually, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong, Mrs...."
"I don't care who you are! I want Alex on the phone NOW!!"
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