Hate Me (Or Don't), chapter 1
I looked out the window. I was leaving my old life. I was finally away from the town that had caused me so much pain.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Helena Macadee. I'm 26 years old. I have shoulder length, dark brown hair, and hazel-green eyes, and I'm 5'6". Now on with the story.
I was so happy that I was moving to Oakland, California. I had Alex to thank for that. He was the one who had got me the money to move here and had bought me a house. I loved him so much and wished he could be with me, but I knew he couldn't come. I would miss him. I pulled out my iPod and put on Blue October. As I listened to "Hate Me", someone sat down next to me. I turned to look at them. It was a woman with dirty blonde hair with bright purple streaks in it. She was wearing a Misfits t-shirt and had heavy black eyeliner. She looked at me and smiled. I turned my iPod off and put it away.
"Hi, I'm Carrie," she said.
"I'm Helena, nice to meet you."
"So, you like Green Day, huh?" she asked, noticing my shirt.
"Oh, yeah. What about you?"
"Mmm, I love lots of bands, but I would have to say, The Ramones, Misfits, The Clash, and Green Day."
"Oh, cool, those are my favorite bands too."
"So, why are you going to Oakland?" she asked.
"Oh, well, actually, I'm moving there. My friend bought me a house."
"Really? That's so sweet. I'm moving there too. What a coincidence," she said with a small laugh.
Carrie and I really got to talking on the plane ride, and we got to know each other really well. Turns out she's in love with Tre Cool. Finally the plane landed.
"So, where are you going to stay?" I asked, Carrie hadn't bought a house yet.
"Oh, I was just going to crash at a motel for the night, then look for an apartment or house tomorrow."
"Well, maybe after I move all my stuff in, you could stay with me awhile? Since you still need to look for a place to live and all."
"Hmm, are you sure? I wouldn't want to put you out or anything."
"Oh, no, you wouldn't put me out at all!"
"Well, okay. Give me a call when you're all settled, then."
"Don't worry, I will."
We said goodbye, and I left the airport to find my new house.
I looked at the address.
"God, where the hell is this place?!" I looked around. I was lost. "Shit!"
I started walking again, seeing as how I didn't have any other way to get around. I was rummaging in my purse for for my cell when I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and-" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw who I had bumped into. The man smiled at me.
"It's alright. I'm Billie Joe," he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake.
"Oh my God. I must be dreaming. Hi, I'm Helena." I shook his hand; I was in a daze.
I must have looked really dumb, because he asked, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head and replied, "Yes, yes I am."
He laughed. "So, are you from around here?"
"No, I'm not actually. Just moved here. And, um, I think I'm lost."
He laughed again. "Have you already bought a house?" he asked, noticing the address scibbled on the peice of paper I was holding.
"What? Oh yeah. I have no clue where it is though."
"Let me see, maybe I can help you find your way around."
I handed him the peice of paper. He looked at it and grinned. "Well, looks like I have a new neighbor."
"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Nope. C'mon I'll give you a ride."
I followed him to his black BMW and got in on the passenger side.
"So I take it you're a fan?" he asked with a smirk.
"Hell yeah. You guys are awesome, but don't worry, I'm not a psycho girl who'll stalk you or anything," I said, amused at the slightly uneasy look on his face.
"Why'd you decide to move here?"
"Oh, it's a long story."
"Well, maybe you could tell it to me over coffee tomorrow."
"Are you asking me out?" I asked teasingly.
His face got slightly pink. "Well, only if you want me to."
"What about Adrienne?"
"We, uh, we divorced 4 months ago; we didn't want the press to find out."
"Oh." I wasn't sure of what else to say.
"It's okay. We both thought it would be best. We're still on friendly terms though."
I looked out my window to see a big, carmel colored house come into veiw.
"Is that my house?"
"Yep. Home, sweet, home."
He pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car.
"So, where's all your stuff?"
"My friend was going to have it all sent here."
"Well, do you know if there are any beds in the house?"
"Only one way to find out."
Let me introduce myself. My name is Helena Macadee. I'm 26 years old. I have shoulder length, dark brown hair, and hazel-green eyes, and I'm 5'6". Now on with the story.
I was so happy that I was moving to Oakland, California. I had Alex to thank for that. He was the one who had got me the money to move here and had bought me a house. I loved him so much and wished he could be with me, but I knew he couldn't come. I would miss him. I pulled out my iPod and put on Blue October. As I listened to "Hate Me", someone sat down next to me. I turned to look at them. It was a woman with dirty blonde hair with bright purple streaks in it. She was wearing a Misfits t-shirt and had heavy black eyeliner. She looked at me and smiled. I turned my iPod off and put it away.
"Hi, I'm Carrie," she said.
"I'm Helena, nice to meet you."
"So, you like Green Day, huh?" she asked, noticing my shirt.
"Oh, yeah. What about you?"
"Mmm, I love lots of bands, but I would have to say, The Ramones, Misfits, The Clash, and Green Day."
"Oh, cool, those are my favorite bands too."
"So, why are you going to Oakland?" she asked.
"Oh, well, actually, I'm moving there. My friend bought me a house."
"Really? That's so sweet. I'm moving there too. What a coincidence," she said with a small laugh.
Carrie and I really got to talking on the plane ride, and we got to know each other really well. Turns out she's in love with Tre Cool. Finally the plane landed.
"So, where are you going to stay?" I asked, Carrie hadn't bought a house yet.
"Oh, I was just going to crash at a motel for the night, then look for an apartment or house tomorrow."
"Well, maybe after I move all my stuff in, you could stay with me awhile? Since you still need to look for a place to live and all."
"Hmm, are you sure? I wouldn't want to put you out or anything."
"Oh, no, you wouldn't put me out at all!"
"Well, okay. Give me a call when you're all settled, then."
"Don't worry, I will."
We said goodbye, and I left the airport to find my new house.
I looked at the address.
"God, where the hell is this place?!" I looked around. I was lost. "Shit!"
I started walking again, seeing as how I didn't have any other way to get around. I was rummaging in my purse for for my cell when I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and-" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw who I had bumped into. The man smiled at me.
"It's alright. I'm Billie Joe," he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake.
"Oh my God. I must be dreaming. Hi, I'm Helena." I shook his hand; I was in a daze.
I must have looked really dumb, because he asked, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head and replied, "Yes, yes I am."
He laughed. "So, are you from around here?"
"No, I'm not actually. Just moved here. And, um, I think I'm lost."
He laughed again. "Have you already bought a house?" he asked, noticing the address scibbled on the peice of paper I was holding.
"What? Oh yeah. I have no clue where it is though."
"Let me see, maybe I can help you find your way around."
I handed him the peice of paper. He looked at it and grinned. "Well, looks like I have a new neighbor."
"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Nope. C'mon I'll give you a ride."
I followed him to his black BMW and got in on the passenger side.
"So I take it you're a fan?" he asked with a smirk.
"Hell yeah. You guys are awesome, but don't worry, I'm not a psycho girl who'll stalk you or anything," I said, amused at the slightly uneasy look on his face.
"Why'd you decide to move here?"
"Oh, it's a long story."
"Well, maybe you could tell it to me over coffee tomorrow."
"Are you asking me out?" I asked teasingly.
His face got slightly pink. "Well, only if you want me to."
"What about Adrienne?"
"We, uh, we divorced 4 months ago; we didn't want the press to find out."
"Oh." I wasn't sure of what else to say.
"It's okay. We both thought it would be best. We're still on friendly terms though."
I looked out my window to see a big, carmel colored house come into veiw.
"Is that my house?"
"Yep. Home, sweet, home."
He pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car.
"So, where's all your stuff?"
"My friend was going to have it all sent here."
"Well, do you know if there are any beds in the house?"
"Only one way to find out."
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