A Green Day Story, chapter 8
"I propose a toast!" I said, holding up my root beer. I looked around the living room to see my three best friends. We were in Billie Joe's living room sitting around the coffee table. Their attention all turned to my smiling face.
"I am proud to announce this as the one year anniversary of our friendship. We all met officially in this room on this day one year ago!" I stated happily, wiping a tear from my eye. "So I propose a toast! To our crazy friendship!"
I held out my root beer can and the guys hit theirs against mine, shouting - "To friendship" - in unison. I smiled happily and sat back down, taking a sip out of my root beer can. I looked at each of them in return.
"Speech! Speech!" Tre began to chant. I had no idea why, but we were random like that. I cleared my throat to prepare for a speech right as my cell phone began to ring. I giggled at the ringtone of 'The Chicken Dance" and looked at who it was.
"Shush everyone! It's my dad..." I pressed the talk button and said hello.
"Hey honey." I heard from none other than than my dad.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Guess who called earlier."
"Who?"
"Ashley."
"Really! Sweet! Did she leave a message?!" I became excited at onced. Mike and Billie Joe gave me a strange look. Tre just sat there...examining his shoe...
"Yes. She said that her and Kyle were coming up to visit you. They should arrive in two days...on Monday to be exact."
"Oh. Okay. I'll either be home late or sleeping over Billie's. Ok?"
"Sure. Bye honey."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and stared into space. A few moments later what he had said finally sank in....and I squeeled.
"What is it?" Billie asked, sounding worried.
"My god! Guys! My two best friends are coming to visit! They'll be here Monday!" I screeched and hugged the nearest person to me, Tre.
"Great..." Billie Joe replied, sounding hurt.
"Joy." Mike said in the same tone.
The happy look I had on my face melted off when I noticed what I had said.
"Don't worry, guys. You're my best friends too..." I tried to cheer them up.
"Nah, it's okay. I know. You're excited." Mike stated, shaking it off. I gave him a huge hug then went and sat beside Billie.
"Just I hope you have the time of your life when they come." He said and smiled weakly at me. I smiled at him and gave him a hug. Then we ended up sitting in silence for a while. I guess the news ruined our day...
The next morning I awoke pretty late to see Tre the only other one with me in the room. He was clinging to my leg. I shook him off then looked at his sleeping, drooling form. I laughed and walked into the kitchen, stretching and yawning.
"Morning guys." I said right before I actually entered the kitchen. "Huh?"
They weren't in there. I searched the whole house, before stopping outside Billie's room, where I heard muffled voices. I leaned in and pressed my ear against the door to eavesdrop.
"Dude, you hear how she always talks about Kyle. What if they like eachother and hook up while he's here?" Billie's voice. I wondered why he had said that...
"Don't worry. I don't think it'll happen. I see the way she looks at you." Mike.
"That doesn't mean anything! I can't let them get together!"
"I know it'll tear you apart, Billie. But think about it. If she's happy that's all that you should really care about."
"But it'll hurt too much."
"I know how you feel about her, Bill-"
"You don't understand! I don't just like her!" Billie cut him off.
"You have to understand. If they like eachother, what can you do about it if they hook up?"
"They can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I love Amy!" I heard Billie shout. I ran back downstairs and out to the backyard. I leaned against the closed sliding doors and slid down them. I began to cry. I didn't know why. I cried and cried and cried and cried...for what felt like hours. My head throbbed. I hit myself.
"This is rediculous!" I whispered. "I must have heard wrong...I had to. I have been in love with Billie Joe for almost a year now...so why am I not happy? Why do I feel so broken? So empty? He confessed it...I heard him say he loved me! So why am I not happy?"
I must have looked insane. Babbling away like a maniac to myself. I shook my head and wiped away the tears. I won't worry about it. I'll just pretend I never heard him say that. It'll be awkward, I must admit, but I must do it. Even if I had to avoid Billie.
I walked back into the house to see Billie Joe and Mike sitting at the kitchen table. I assumed Tre was still asleep. I sniffled and sat down beside Mike.
"What's wrong, Ames?" Billie asked me.
"Nothing...it's nothing...really!" I shook my head and looked at him. In my eyes he shone like a star. I looked away from him. I chuckled. I was in denial. Great. And lying to my best friends.
"Doesn't look that way to me." Mike said, taking a sip out of his cup of coffee.
"Well I am fine. Will you just stop it?" I snapped back at him.
"Sheesh. Someone's PMSing!" Billie said.
"Ugh! I'm just not in the mood. I'm going home. See you guys later." I said, standing up swiftly, and rushing out the front door. I grabbed the skateboard I had come to Billie Joe's place with and skated home as fast as I could.
I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it.
"A nice, hot shower. That's all I need to calm down." I said to myself and stripped myself before getting into the shower.
That night I kept thinking about Billie Joe. I couldn't sleep. I just kept tossing and turning all night.
"I am proud to announce this as the one year anniversary of our friendship. We all met officially in this room on this day one year ago!" I stated happily, wiping a tear from my eye. "So I propose a toast! To our crazy friendship!"
I held out my root beer can and the guys hit theirs against mine, shouting - "To friendship" - in unison. I smiled happily and sat back down, taking a sip out of my root beer can. I looked at each of them in return.
"Speech! Speech!" Tre began to chant. I had no idea why, but we were random like that. I cleared my throat to prepare for a speech right as my cell phone began to ring. I giggled at the ringtone of 'The Chicken Dance" and looked at who it was.
"Shush everyone! It's my dad..." I pressed the talk button and said hello.
"Hey honey." I heard from none other than than my dad.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Guess who called earlier."
"Who?"
"Ashley."
"Really! Sweet! Did she leave a message?!" I became excited at onced. Mike and Billie Joe gave me a strange look. Tre just sat there...examining his shoe...
"Yes. She said that her and Kyle were coming up to visit you. They should arrive in two days...on Monday to be exact."
"Oh. Okay. I'll either be home late or sleeping over Billie's. Ok?"
"Sure. Bye honey."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and stared into space. A few moments later what he had said finally sank in....and I squeeled.
"What is it?" Billie asked, sounding worried.
"My god! Guys! My two best friends are coming to visit! They'll be here Monday!" I screeched and hugged the nearest person to me, Tre.
"Great..." Billie Joe replied, sounding hurt.
"Joy." Mike said in the same tone.
The happy look I had on my face melted off when I noticed what I had said.
"Don't worry, guys. You're my best friends too..." I tried to cheer them up.
"Nah, it's okay. I know. You're excited." Mike stated, shaking it off. I gave him a huge hug then went and sat beside Billie.
"Just I hope you have the time of your life when they come." He said and smiled weakly at me. I smiled at him and gave him a hug. Then we ended up sitting in silence for a while. I guess the news ruined our day...
The next morning I awoke pretty late to see Tre the only other one with me in the room. He was clinging to my leg. I shook him off then looked at his sleeping, drooling form. I laughed and walked into the kitchen, stretching and yawning.
"Morning guys." I said right before I actually entered the kitchen. "Huh?"
They weren't in there. I searched the whole house, before stopping outside Billie's room, where I heard muffled voices. I leaned in and pressed my ear against the door to eavesdrop.
"Dude, you hear how she always talks about Kyle. What if they like eachother and hook up while he's here?" Billie's voice. I wondered why he had said that...
"Don't worry. I don't think it'll happen. I see the way she looks at you." Mike.
"That doesn't mean anything! I can't let them get together!"
"I know it'll tear you apart, Billie. But think about it. If she's happy that's all that you should really care about."
"But it'll hurt too much."
"I know how you feel about her, Bill-"
"You don't understand! I don't just like her!" Billie cut him off.
"You have to understand. If they like eachother, what can you do about it if they hook up?"
"They can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I love Amy!" I heard Billie shout. I ran back downstairs and out to the backyard. I leaned against the closed sliding doors and slid down them. I began to cry. I didn't know why. I cried and cried and cried and cried...for what felt like hours. My head throbbed. I hit myself.
"This is rediculous!" I whispered. "I must have heard wrong...I had to. I have been in love with Billie Joe for almost a year now...so why am I not happy? Why do I feel so broken? So empty? He confessed it...I heard him say he loved me! So why am I not happy?"
I must have looked insane. Babbling away like a maniac to myself. I shook my head and wiped away the tears. I won't worry about it. I'll just pretend I never heard him say that. It'll be awkward, I must admit, but I must do it. Even if I had to avoid Billie.
I walked back into the house to see Billie Joe and Mike sitting at the kitchen table. I assumed Tre was still asleep. I sniffled and sat down beside Mike.
"What's wrong, Ames?" Billie asked me.
"Nothing...it's nothing...really!" I shook my head and looked at him. In my eyes he shone like a star. I looked away from him. I chuckled. I was in denial. Great. And lying to my best friends.
"Doesn't look that way to me." Mike said, taking a sip out of his cup of coffee.
"Well I am fine. Will you just stop it?" I snapped back at him.
"Sheesh. Someone's PMSing!" Billie said.
"Ugh! I'm just not in the mood. I'm going home. See you guys later." I said, standing up swiftly, and rushing out the front door. I grabbed the skateboard I had come to Billie Joe's place with and skated home as fast as I could.
I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it.
"A nice, hot shower. That's all I need to calm down." I said to myself and stripped myself before getting into the shower.
That night I kept thinking about Billie Joe. I couldn't sleep. I just kept tossing and turning all night.
