Another Journey Down Bumfuck Road., chapter 1

"OMG Melanie please tell me your not rearranging you Green Day pictures AGAIN." screamed her friend Carolann over speaker phone.
"Fine then I won't." I yelled back.
"OMG you are like fucken obsessed. Even I'm not that fucken obsessed with them." Carolann screams.
"As if. You have more of their C.D's then I do for fuck sakes. Besides I'm trying to figure out which pictures I should take down." I screamed back. (The speaker phone didn't work that well quite yet)
"O.K well whatever. I still can't belive neither of us got tickets to see Green Day's concert tomorrow." She said. "Ya I fucken know that sucks ass. Well whatever we'll just have to watch it on T.V."
All of a sudden a car was driving down my street. And I couldn't help but watch. All of a sudden it stopped in front of my house and smoke was comming from under the hood of the car. Then Billie Joe stepped out of the car and started checking it out. I froze for a minute as I saw him come up the driveway.
"Melanie are you there? Melanie answer me damn it!" she screamed.
"Oh what? Ya umm I have to go now. I'll see you later, k? Peace out." I screamed. "Oh what? Mel..." she started to say but I hung up on her.
Just then I heard the door bell ring. I raced to answer the door checking my make-up on the way down. I swung open the door to see Billie Joe. I was in total shock.
"Hey, yeah my car broke down just in front of your house I was wondering if I could use your phone." Billie Joe said to me. I managed to stutter out some gibberish that didn't make sense at all.
"Come again?" he said.
I just stood there staring at him. I'm like this is too good to be true.
"Well can I!?" he asked getting a little irritated.
"Oh yeah sorry about that, sure, come on in." I managed to say.
"Oh thank you." he said as I moved aside to let him in.
"The phone in the kitchen just crapped out but you can use the phone in my room if you want." I said while walking upstairs.
"Sure. Just show me the way."
OMG I couldn't believe this. Billie Joe was in MY house. And he was gonna be in MY room. All of a sudden I remembered all those pictures I had of the band hanging over my bed and on the wall. I didn't want him to see them. I didn't want him to think I was some obsessed freak.
We got to my room and I was like what do I do? I stood in front of the doorway.
"Is this your room?" he asked me.
"Hm...." I said quietly.
"Well are you going to let me in?" he said getting a little irritated again.
"Umm..... Yeah sure. But you might see some stuff in there you might not be thrilled about." I said hopeing he didn't see all of my pictures.
"Oh well I wont overreact or something like that, so don't worry." He said still getting ticked off.
I held my breath as I opened the door to my room. He walked in and I showed him were my phone was. He plopped down on my bed first and look around. Then he lied down and saw some of my posters.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" he screamed. I shuttered and was worried that he had seen all my Green Day pictures.
"Why the fuck do you have Eminem pictures above your bed?!" he screamed loudly. (He hates Eminem) I knew he was gonna see the pictures of Green Day I had sooner or later. So I said "Well umm.... look up more." I said kinda nervous.
"Oh so you like Green Day?" he said as he only saw the 2 posters I had.
"Yeah well umm... look up more." I said.
"OMG. This is so flattering!" he said as he saw the 30 some pictures of Green Day. About over half were of him.
"You really think so?" I said in disbelief.
"Yeah really." he said.
"Yeah well, I was just going to take some of them down but I just can't decide which ones to take down." I said. "Will you help me?"
"Oh sure I would love to. God some of the ones you have up here I look stoned." he said in a joking matter.
After we were done he saw my amp and guitar sitting in the corner of my room. "Oh do you play guitar?" he questioned me.
"Umm.... ya a bit. But I'm not that good. I've only been playing for about 2 months or so." I said kinda uncomfortably.
"Oh well let's hearit anyways, umm... I didn't catch your name before, what is it?" Oh shit how could I forget. Billie Joe was in MY room and I didn't even tell him my name. How studid was I?
"Oh yeah sorry about that, my name is Melanie." I said.
"By the looks of it you already know mine. So what can you play?" he asked.
"Umm.... well I've been trying to lean Holiday but it takes me a while to play it." I said nervously.
"Oh well lets haer it anyways." he said eager to hear me play.
"Umm.... O.K." I managed to say while walking over and picking up my guitar. I played the first couple notes.
"Hey. Can you sing?" He asked all of a sudden.
"Yeah, but I'm not that good at it," I shyly admitted.
"Well let's hear you sing anyways while you play. Do you want to try?" He asked.
"Umm... sure but don't be ofended if I squeak 'cuz my throat is still a little sore from a couple days ago." I said. So I opened my mouth and started singing.
"Hear the sound of the falling rain coming down like an amageton flame. The shame. For those who died without a name. Hear the dogs howling out of ke...." oh shit I thought as I started squeaking.
"Haha. I guess you were right." he said jokingly.
"Hey! I'm not THAT bad," I said as I put my guitar down and reached for a pillow. "Take this," I said playfully smacking him over the head with one of my feathered pillows.
"Hey! Not fair I don't have one." He complained while laughing. We then broke out into a big pillow fight. As I raised my pillow again, right underneath my running fan. It got caught in the blade and tore a big gash in the pillow causing feathers to fall every were. We were on the floor rolling around with laughter.
"Oh my god." I said suddenly. We were having too much fun we forgot about his car that needed to be fixed. "I totaly forgot that you had to call about your car." I suddenly said.
"Yeah, you're right. I was having too much fun. Aww fuck. How the hell am I going to get to the hotel if I have no car?" he said. "Well if you want you could just crash here until your concert on Saturday. Just call Mike and Tre." I suggested, gesturing towards the phone. So he called the garage and they came to get his car and fix it, then he called Mike and Tre at the hotel.
"Where the fuck have you been? We were fucking scared!" I could here Tre shout over the phone.
"Just fucking relax Tre. My car crapped out on me and I'm at this chicks house. And she is a fan of Green Day so it's safe. I'm just gonna crash here until Saturday before our concert." Billie Joe said trying to explain to Tre.
"Well fine then we'll just get drunk without you then." Tre said bitterly hopeing that Billie Joe would change his mind. "O.k then what ever I'll see you on Saturday." said Billie Joe.
"Oh wait Billie Joe. I have school tomorrow, so if you want, Tre and Mike could come over, if you don't trash the shit out of my house." I said because I didn't want Billie Joe to be lonely.
"Okay I'll tell them that. Tre she has to go to school tomorrow but you two could come over if you want as long as you promise to not trash the shit out of her house." Billie Joe said.
"Aww." Tre joked around "Thats no fun. Ok, I'll tell Mike. Oh by the way what is the address?"
"I dont know, I'll ask." said Billie Joe. "Hey Melanie whats your address?"
"Oh yeah, it's 847 37th Tt." I said.
"Oh okay," he said to me then turning to the phone. "Hey Tre, put Mike on, I dont trust you to write this down."
"Hey I'm offended by that" Tre said while giggling.
"Hey Billie Joe so where have you been?" asked Mike. "Oh just get Tre to tell you but yeah you guys are coming over to where I'm staying tomorrow because the girl I'm staying with has school. But anyways her address is 847 37th St. Got that?" Billie Joe said.
"Yeah. Okay, well I'll see you tomorow then." said Mike.
"Yeah, bye." said Billie Joe and he hung up.
"So... I couldn't help but notice that your guitar looks like my first guitar. What kind is it?" Billie Joe asked.
"Its a Fender." I replied.
"Oh.. so did you mean to have your first guitar look like mine then?" he asked teasingly.
"Oh no not intentionally, it's just that all the other ones looked fugly." I said.
"Fugly what does that mean?" he asked looking confused.
"It means fucking ugly." I said trying to explain.
"Oh." he said still looking a little confused.
"So do you want something to eat?" I asked while walking out of my room.
"Sure what do you have?" he asked following.
"Umm... well lets see, with my parents not home, me and my brother just eat like pb & j's all the time or KD." I said looking through the fridge.
"Oh your parents aren't home? Why not? And how old is your brother? And why isn't he here? Oh sorry for all the questions." He said.
"Oh, my parents are in Las Vegas, my brother is 18... oh and by the ways im 14 and he is always gone out with his friends or his girlfriend. He is like never home." I said while pulling my head out of the fridge. "Is a pb and j good enough?" I asked.
"Oh yeah sure, I haven't had one in years. Oh could I have a drink too?" he asked kinda shyly. "Yeah sure." I said going back into the fridge. "Could I have a..." I cut him off "a rootbeer?" I said smiling while handing him one.
"Yeah how did you know?" he asked kinda shocked.
"You don't go through a big obsessing stage without finding out what their favorite drink is, you know." I said hoping I didn't say the wrong thing.
"But I'm out of the big obsession stage, but I still like your music." I quickly said while makeing the pbj's.
"Oh why did you hit such a big obsession stage then? If you dont mind me asking." he said hoping he wasn't out of line.
"Oh no I dont mind at all." I said while passing him his sandwitch and heading back to my room that was still covered in feathers with him behind me to watch T,V.
"Well I said when I rediscovered your music I just thought it was the best thing in to world. And..." he cut me off.
"What do you meen rediscovered?" he asked.
"Oh well when I was about 7 and my brother was about 11 we used to be really close and he had gotten the Nimrod C.D and we would listen to it all the time. And then we lost it. And about 4 months ago I found the C.D again and he said I could have it. And then I got into this big obsession about you guys, so yeah." I explained
"Oh I see." he said taking a bite of his pb and j.
"Hey are you coming to our gig on Saturday?"
"No I didn't get tickets." I said slightly depressed.
"Oh well now you do. I mean if you want them." he said showing me front row seats and backstage passes.
"OMG do I ever fuckin want them?!" I screamed as he gave me 2 tickets.
"Oh well I have to call my mom and tell her I'm going to the concert now. Even if she is in Las Vegas she calls like every night so I have to tell her." I said as I walked up to the phone and called the hotel that my parents were staying at.
"Hey mom. I'm going to the Green Day concert." I said.
"How did you get them?" she questioned my suspiciously. "Oh umm... Carolann got them and she invited me to go, so yeah." I lied to her hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Oh o.k then honey just be safe and take your cell with you then. I love you." she said.
"I love you too," and I hung up the phone. "Oh shit I don't have a ride there." I said just relizing it.
"Oh I could give you a lift there if you want." he said. "Oh sure thank you soooooo much." as I practically jumped on him and gave him a hug.
"Oh shit look at the time I better go to bed." I said seeing as it was 10:30.
"You can go sleep in the computer room next to my room. It has a bed in it." I said as I got up to find some pillows for him.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. Oh yeah do you want to go shopping tomorow with me and the guys?" he asked
"Would I? I would love to go!" I screamed.
"Well I better go to bed then, see ya in the morning." I said and I crawled into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.