....Damn...., chapter 1
"Hey Bill, the boss needs you. He said that he has a job for you," Andy said.
"Tell him I'll be there in a minute," I said.
Hey. My name's Billie Joe Armstrong. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm an assassin. I kill people for a living. I don't really mind what I do, only when the ghosts haunt me in my dreams. I'm also gay, but I don't act like it. Well, better see what the boss wants. His name is Kevin and he's been my boss for only three years and I'm all ready his favorite. Wierd. Anywho, I walked down the hall and walked into a small room.
"Ah Billie. Just who I wanted to see," Kevin said.
"What do you need boss?" I asked.
"I need you to kill a guy for me," he said.
'That's kinda obvious,' I thought. "Who is it?" I asked.
"His name is Micheal Pritchard, goes by Mike Dirnt. It's gonna be kinda hard to find him 'cause we don't have a picture of him," Kevin said.
"Why not?" I asked.
Kevin shrugged.
"Any particuler reason why you want me to kill this guy?" I asked.
"Do I need to give you one?" Kevin asked.
I shook my head.
"Good. Just ask around. He lives in this area so some people should know who he is," Kevin said.
"Alright, I'll start right now," I said and got up to leave.
"Don't disappoint me Billie," Kevin said.
"I never do," I said and walked out.
'How in the hell am I ever going to find this guy?' I thought. 'Oh well. I have to try.' In the mean time, I had to get some shopping done, so I went the super market. I was roaming down the aisles looking for stuff when I bumped into someone. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry," I said.
"Don't be, it was my fault."
I looked up and saw the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. "H-hi," I studdered.
"Hi," he said back.
"Look, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I said.
"No, it was completely my fault. I was too busy restocking the shelves," he said.
I looked closer and saw that he was wearing a store apron.
"I didn't get your name," he said.
His voice snapped me back to reallity. "Oh...um...it's Billie. Billie Joe Armstrong," I said.
He smiled. "I like your name. Mine's Micheal Pritchard," he said. "But everyone calls me Mike Dirnt."
"Tell him I'll be there in a minute," I said.
Hey. My name's Billie Joe Armstrong. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm an assassin. I kill people for a living. I don't really mind what I do, only when the ghosts haunt me in my dreams. I'm also gay, but I don't act like it. Well, better see what the boss wants. His name is Kevin and he's been my boss for only three years and I'm all ready his favorite. Wierd. Anywho, I walked down the hall and walked into a small room.
"Ah Billie. Just who I wanted to see," Kevin said.
"What do you need boss?" I asked.
"I need you to kill a guy for me," he said.
'That's kinda obvious,' I thought. "Who is it?" I asked.
"His name is Micheal Pritchard, goes by Mike Dirnt. It's gonna be kinda hard to find him 'cause we don't have a picture of him," Kevin said.
"Why not?" I asked.
Kevin shrugged.
"Any particuler reason why you want me to kill this guy?" I asked.
"Do I need to give you one?" Kevin asked.
I shook my head.
"Good. Just ask around. He lives in this area so some people should know who he is," Kevin said.
"Alright, I'll start right now," I said and got up to leave.
"Don't disappoint me Billie," Kevin said.
"I never do," I said and walked out.
'How in the hell am I ever going to find this guy?' I thought. 'Oh well. I have to try.' In the mean time, I had to get some shopping done, so I went the super market. I was roaming down the aisles looking for stuff when I bumped into someone. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry," I said.
"Don't be, it was my fault."
I looked up and saw the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. "H-hi," I studdered.
"Hi," he said back.
"Look, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I said.
"No, it was completely my fault. I was too busy restocking the shelves," he said.
I looked closer and saw that he was wearing a store apron.
"I didn't get your name," he said.
His voice snapped me back to reallity. "Oh...um...it's Billie. Billie Joe Armstrong," I said.
He smiled. "I like your name. Mine's Micheal Pritchard," he said. "But everyone calls me Mike Dirnt."
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