Is She Still Out There?, chapter 1

Tré's p.o.v
It all started when I joined a band. And the band became famous. Green Day. We've been around for quite a few years, so its not surpising that we have a lot of fans. Lots of girl fans adoring each one of us for their own unique reason...I of course, was the most popular.

Girls worshipped me, longed to be with me and wanted to kiss me. They all know they can't have me. Except one...
...Jessica Mowatt.
People, she is your worse nightmare.

It started last summer. It was sunny day, luckily for her as I wasn't going to let her in the house. I had just woken up and went downstairs into the lounge and opened the curtains...
...she was there. Outside my house. Waving at me. I recognised her from many Green Day concerts and the clubs we were partying at.
"Hi Tré! Recognise me!" She said to me. I looked around the room and then quickly shut the curtains.
'Hmmm...' I thought, 'maybe she'll be gone in a while...' I went and started watching TV for a few hours until the phone rang.

"Hello," I said, "If this is Jess Mowatt then you'll be sorry..." I warned and then heard a laugh on the other end of the phone.
"Tré," Billie Joe laughed, "have you been sniffing the donut sprinkles again?"
"No I haven't sorry, I'm just a bit neurotic today... " I told him sighing.
"Don't you mean paranoid? And Jess is the one who is neurotic. About you. So there must be something wrong there if she likes you," Billie Joe said.
"Yeah paranoid. I've got other things on my mind okay?" I asked him.
"What like Jess Mowatt...aww, is Tré in love?" he teased.
"I am not in love," I said firmly. "And did you call to slag me off or was there a reason?"
"Oh yeah, umm...can me and Mike come around? You know for a jamming session or whatever?" He asked.
"Yeah sure okay, as long as you don't take the frigging piss out of me, and come in the back door, yeah," I said.
"The back door?" Billie Joe asked.
"Yeah, it's at the back of the house," I told him.
"I know where it is but why the back door?" Billie Joe asked me.
"Just do it, okay?" I said and then hung up.

I went upstairs into my bedroom and looked out of the window. I saw a car parked across the other side of the road, I guessed it was hers. I couldn't see out of the window clearly without it being open, so I slowly opened the window and looked out...
...Yup she was still outside my lounge window.

I noticed that she had a flask and a blanket and food with her. I think she expects to stay, well I'm not having her in my garden for long. No way. She's mental and stalkitive. She started talking to me via email, I just thought she was a very nice fan. Then she started coming to every gig. I thought she was a very supportive fan. Then she started following us where ever we went. Then I realised she was obsessed. I got bebo, and then she was talking to me on it. I cannot shake her off me, throw her a bone and she's likely to come back.

I cannot get her off me. I mean it, she's obsessed! I once tried to get a restraining order on her, but the authorities said that I should have thought about the consequences of being famous, and that they can't go giving people restraining orders against them for liking a band. They just don't understand how serious this is.
"Hey Tré! Tré?" I heard Mike calling from the kitchen. I went downstairs and they were already in the lounge. Billie Joe was looking behind the curtain.
"There's a girl in the garden," Billie Joe said as he looked at us.
"You've been watching Shaun of the Dead too much," Mike said.
"No there is a girl in the garden and it looks like... " Billie Joe began...
"... BILLIE JOE!" Jess screamed.
"That sounded like Jess Mowatt... " Mike said and looked at me. Billie Joe suddenly ran and flipped over the sofa and then curled up.
"Billie Joe, what's up with you?" Mike asked.
"SHE'S GOT A BOMB! SHE'S GONNA KILL US ALL!" Billie Joe shouted and I screamed.
"I'M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!!!" I screamed and started running around... but then stopped when I saw that Billie Joe and Mike were laughing.
"You don't think I'm pretty? Billie Joe, Mike, what about last night... did the chains mean anything to you?" I cried.
"Tré... I'm sorry but... " Mike began.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" I screamed and then ran into the kitchen.

Billie Joe and Mike followed and blocked my way out of the kitchen.
"We're all gonna die, doofus, so move out of the way!" I screamed.
"Tré," Billie Joe said and then went over to the fridge. "I'm not going to regret doing this."
"Doing what... " I said and then Billie Joe hit me over the head with a cucumber.
"OW!" I screamed, "Billie we're all gonna die and you're hitting me with cucumber... like why?"
"We're not gonna die," Mike said.
"Oh yeah like she isn't going to use the bomb!" I shouted.
"There is no bomb, I just did it to wind you up!" Billie Joe shouted.