Let's call this story 'Peanuts'., chapter 1
Jade walked down the dusty summer street, scuffing her black converse on the sidewalk. New town, new temporary home, new opportunity to make a (bad) impression. Of course, it wouldn't be her making the impressions. She'd just drift about, trying not to get into trouble or get attatched to anyone or anything, then take off and leave again.
There was a small dusty building up ahead. Or maybe it was just the air that made it look that way. It was the kind that made the air up ahead shimmer and a cold shower seem like an appealing idea. Jade squinted. There were three guys standing outside the building, but she couldn't see them properly, from this distance. Stupid eyes. When she used to go to school, when she was about 11, whatever was on the board was just a fuzzy grey blur if she was sat at the back. She sometimes blamed that for why she started getting behind, and skipping school. She wouldn't have bothered with eye tests. Who wants glasses?
But she could see them a bit better now. The building was only ground floor level, and had various band posters and concert adverts. And then for the guys in front of it. They had stopped talking when she came close, and were leaning nonchalantly against a wall. And one was staring at her, his friends smirking bemusedly at him. Thier eyes met, and he smiled slightly. Maybe she'd have to re-think her 'not getting to know anyone' rule.
***Billie's P.O.V***
She had long brown hair, that was falling over her face as she walked along, covering one eye. Her eyes were light brownish-green, and lined with black and electric blue to make them look even bigger than they were, and staring at me. She was wearing a blue tee shirt with a guitar down the middle, and grey jeans, ripped to the point of falling apart, and a studded belt with half of the studs missing, and raggedy all-black converse. She was just a couple of metres away now. And looking straight at me. Mike and John were nudging each other. Just before she got to us, Mike grinned at both of us and stepped out in front of her.
"Welcome to Gilman Street club, would you like a leaflet?" He dug in his pockets, as if seaching for something, then patted them. "Ah. All outta leaflets," Mike grinned at me, his look plainly saying -'Right, i've done the hard bit, it's your turn now, start a conversation, dumbass, before she walks away again!'
She was looking at us all, eyebrows raised, a small smile playing across her lips. I think she guessed that Mike wasn't really handing out leaflets. "That was really cleaver. Now tell me why you really stopped me, or I'm walking away again."
I frowned. "You're not from round here, are you?"
"No, why?"
"You're English!" Mike realised.
"Yeah."
"What the hell brings you to this dump?"
"It's kinda complicated, I've lived in America since I was, like, twelve."
"Why?" That was John.
"Stop asking..."
"...so many fucking questions." me and her both said it at the same time, both to John and Mike.
"Sorry..." Mike looked disgruntled, but when she started walking away, he followed. Me and John trailed along behind.
"So... What part of England are you from?"
"Yorkshire."
"Ah... Farmers and Sheep."
She mimicked his expression "Americans and Stereotypes."
He smiled. "Good point. What's your name, anyway?"
"Jade."
"Jade," I said. I had been trailing slightly further behind that John, my hands in my pockets. She turned to look at me.
"I'm Billie Joe."
She smiled slightly. "Hi Billie Joe."
She dropped behind to walk with me as we went further down the evening street, talking.
There was a small dusty building up ahead. Or maybe it was just the air that made it look that way. It was the kind that made the air up ahead shimmer and a cold shower seem like an appealing idea. Jade squinted. There were three guys standing outside the building, but she couldn't see them properly, from this distance. Stupid eyes. When she used to go to school, when she was about 11, whatever was on the board was just a fuzzy grey blur if she was sat at the back. She sometimes blamed that for why she started getting behind, and skipping school. She wouldn't have bothered with eye tests. Who wants glasses?
But she could see them a bit better now. The building was only ground floor level, and had various band posters and concert adverts. And then for the guys in front of it. They had stopped talking when she came close, and were leaning nonchalantly against a wall. And one was staring at her, his friends smirking bemusedly at him. Thier eyes met, and he smiled slightly. Maybe she'd have to re-think her 'not getting to know anyone' rule.
***Billie's P.O.V***
She had long brown hair, that was falling over her face as she walked along, covering one eye. Her eyes were light brownish-green, and lined with black and electric blue to make them look even bigger than they were, and staring at me. She was wearing a blue tee shirt with a guitar down the middle, and grey jeans, ripped to the point of falling apart, and a studded belt with half of the studs missing, and raggedy all-black converse. She was just a couple of metres away now. And looking straight at me. Mike and John were nudging each other. Just before she got to us, Mike grinned at both of us and stepped out in front of her.
"Welcome to Gilman Street club, would you like a leaflet?" He dug in his pockets, as if seaching for something, then patted them. "Ah. All outta leaflets," Mike grinned at me, his look plainly saying -'Right, i've done the hard bit, it's your turn now, start a conversation, dumbass, before she walks away again!'
She was looking at us all, eyebrows raised, a small smile playing across her lips. I think she guessed that Mike wasn't really handing out leaflets. "That was really cleaver. Now tell me why you really stopped me, or I'm walking away again."
I frowned. "You're not from round here, are you?"
"No, why?"
"You're English!" Mike realised.
"Yeah."
"What the hell brings you to this dump?"
"It's kinda complicated, I've lived in America since I was, like, twelve."
"Why?" That was John.
"Stop asking..."
"...so many fucking questions." me and her both said it at the same time, both to John and Mike.
"Sorry..." Mike looked disgruntled, but when she started walking away, he followed. Me and John trailed along behind.
"So... What part of England are you from?"
"Yorkshire."
"Ah... Farmers and Sheep."
She mimicked his expression "Americans and Stereotypes."
He smiled. "Good point. What's your name, anyway?"
"Jade."
"Jade," I said. I had been trailing slightly further behind that John, my hands in my pockets. She turned to look at me.
"I'm Billie Joe."
She smiled slightly. "Hi Billie Joe."
She dropped behind to walk with me as we went further down the evening street, talking.
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