Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 2

*The next day*

The same large car arrived in the very same place as it had the previous night. Three American men who were dressed like teenagers stepped out. They could feel a presence as they looked around the seemingly empty area. One of them, with messy black hair and bright green eyes, was just about to call out when a figure landed on the ground just in front of them. They were wearing a full mask and they stared at the men with their vivid blue eyes.
"Who are you and what do you want?" They vulgarly said without warning as they straightened up.
"We've come to talk with Chilli," Billie replied cautiously.
"What's your business with her?" They spat.
"Y'know, that's probably a private thing that she'll tell you 'bout when she fucking wants," Mike grumbled at the person, beginning to get annoyed.

The masked figure glared at him angrily, muttered something about "Probably that fucking band thing... " then threw their head back and let out a loud howl, similar to the one the men had experienced from Chilli yesterday, but somehow different.
There was a moment's silence and then another masked figure dropped from the trees, and two more. Four black-masked figures, and there, in the very centre was the hooded ringleader in the whole operation: Saint Jimmy. This was clearly the outlawed gang of criminals known across the planet as 'The Underbelly'.
"Well hi!" She said in a happily retarded voice. The other three members of The Underbelly waved. One of them let out a laugh.
"This is Jesus," She said pointing to the snappy figure they had been talking with previously. "Jesus of Suburbia," She finished off. "Tunny," she continued, pointing to the figure that had laughed, "And Whatsername." Indicating a person leaning on a tree stump. It nodded.
"Are you ready?" Billie Joe said after the introductions.
"Nope," Said Jimmy proudly.
"Okay, get your stuff. We'll help."

They all followed Jimmy deep into the wood behind them, that I probably should have mentioned, and into a cave. Several feet into the cave, many masked people began to show themselves, from behind rocks and logs and piles of dirt. They began a descent down a tunnel, and soon came forward in a large underground city.
"Welcome to The Mainstreet, mates!" Jimmy said proudly as the men looked around at the city, obviously impressed.
There were masked people everywhere, children, adolescents, and adults. Some looked as young as four, while other's were at least in their twenties. There were people fighting, others drinking, more sitting against walls smoking joints. Loud punk music was blaring from multiple speakers set into the rock walls all around the city, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. There was even people fire breathing and spray-painting the already vandalized walls. This place is fucking awesome.
"C'mon," Jimmy's voice popped harmoniously into their heads over the noise around the city, "My crap's over here."

They followed her through one of the four thick oak doors to their left with the words 'Jimmy's Place... SO STAY OUT!' carved roughly into it, and looked around at the room they had just entered. There were posters all over the walls of famous punk bands. There were wanted posters of Jimmy, Tunny, Whatsername, Jesus of Suburbia, and one of somebody called 'Wolf' that was placed above the rest, photos pinned to the walls, and drawings littered amongst them and god only knows what else strewn over the floor. Really messy, fucked up place. The most perfect place ever. The men grinned and Jimmy took off her mask and pulled down her hood. He hair was a light mauve shade. She stared at herself in the cracked mirror, leaning up against a large box of opened spray paint cans by the wardrobe.
"I don't think purple is really my colour," She said quietly, screwing up her eyes and running her fingers through her hair. It returned to its regular green and black mess and she grinned.
"How did you do that?!" Came Billie's amazed voice after several moments of astounded silence. Chilli shrugged and began shoving things into her large, black bag. Sticks of eyeliner, shirts, jeans, a few spray-cans, an mp3 player, a CD wallet, that strange, crystal bottle full of a silvery liquid which they had seen her use on Mike yesterday, several items of food and drink, and many objects that she had 'borrowed' after the massive party last night. She straightened up, walked over to Billie Joe, and pulled something out of her pocket. It was his wallet.
"Here you are, mate!" She grinned at him.
Mike and Tré grinned widely as Billie, incredibly irritated, took back his wallet and stuffed it deep inside his pocket, scowling. Chilli winked at Tré and Mike, and continued to collect her effects. She strutted over to one corner of the messy room and picked up two cased objects, handing them to Mike. He opened the case of the topmost object. It was a murky-blue and black bass guitar.
"You play?" He asked interestedly as he closed the case.
"Nah, I just have one cuz it looks pretty!" Came the sarcastic answer from Chilli. Tré laughed, "Well," Chilli said smiling, "At least somebody thought it was funny!"

CLUNK!
CLUNK!
Two flat objects had just fallen from a shelf in another corner.
"There you are!" Chilli exclaimed in an relieved voice, "I've been searching everywhere for you my pretties!"
She picked up the surfboard and the snowboard and handed the to Billie, then also gave him her beloved skateboard.
"What's this?" Tré asked from behind her. She rapidly spun around to see him holding a large book.
"That's my sketch book," She answered and she chucked a small bottle of black nail varnish into her bag also, "It's empty though."
"Did you draw these?" Billie and Mike were staring at the drawings on the walls. Billie was still annoyed at the fact that he couldn't remember what about Chilli was so familiar, even some of these drawings seemed recognizable.
"Yeah. Me and Tunny did 'em."
"You're pretty good."
"Thanks."
"Can you draw us sometime?"
"Um... I guess so."

Chilli finally threw a small notebook into the backpack, Tré picked up the bag, Chilli once again applied her mask to become Saint Jimmy, and they strolled out the door to be greeted by the screams and cheers of luck and farewell by the multitude beyond. Tunny and Jesus of Suburbia ran up to Saint Jimmy and gave her a breath-squeezing hug. She tapped their forearms desperately.
"What?"
"AIR!" She gasped.
They laughed and released her.
Whatsername nodded; she seemed to be angry with Jimmy.
"Bye-bye, Wolf," Saint Jimmy said to a small masked girl with long reddish brown hair and startlingly bright green eyes that came up and hugged her.
"Bye-bye," The child whispered. And with that, all four members of the band known as Green Day, turned to face the tunnel to the mouth of the cave and left, trudging out into the open forest.

***
Chilli remained silent as Billie's black SUV pulled up in the Oakland driveway late at night. The two punks got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Billie flung open the door and a woman jumped into his welcoming arms. She was the most beautiful woman Chilli had ever seen in her life. The woman thought the same of Chilli when she caught sight of the onlooker.

*Chilli's POV*

"Oh," The woman said, "We haven't been introduced. I'm Adrienne, Billie's wife."
"Chilli," I said, introducing myself and watching as a young boy came sprinting out of the house screaming in joy.
"DADDY!!!"
"Hey there Jakey!" Billie said picking up his youngest son.
"Hello!" Jakob shouted adorably in an I'm-so-cute-and-never-put-frogs-in-Joey's-room-cuz-I-know-he's-scared-of-them voice. "What's your name?" He added to me noticing that I was standing there.
"Chilli," I said smiling, because I had guessed he had done something wrong. I love seeing people rebelling or at least knowing that they pissed someone off.
"You're pretty," He said.
"Thank you," I returned as another boy, slightly older, came walking out of the house with a huge grin on his face.
"Hey Mum I-... DAD!!!" He ran forward and hugged his father. Then he caught sight of me.
"Hi," Joseph said before rudely adding, "Who are you?"
"I'm Chilli," I said, still smirking.
"You're weird," Joey spat.
"I know," I retorted.

Awesome. I knew that he was going to try and make my life hell from this point on.
"Joey. Chilli's the newest member of Green Day," Billie Joe pointed out to his older son.
"Great," Joseph said before turning on his heel and walking back inside the house. I grinned evily.
"Just wait until he finds those frogs... " I whispered to myself and chuckled softly.
"Hmm? What was that?" Adrienne asked.
"Oh nothing. Just thinking aloud," I said, catching Jakob's eye and winking. He grinned cutely and we all went inside. A loud scream of horror filled the air and Joey came sprinting down the stairs as fast as he could. Several croaking frogs were following him in short bounds. Jakob and I were rolling on the floor, laughing.
Billie collapses in a chair, talking to his family and I sit on the sofa. A comfy sofa. Nice. After a while, Joey and Jakob go to bed and eventually, Adie yawns.
"I'm turning in," She says to us and kisses her beloved husband softly on the lips.
I watch her walk gracefully across to the stairs before I exclaim loudly,
"What am I? Garbage?" I pretend to be extremely offended.
She laughs and turns...and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I smile evilly and poke my tongue out at Billie who pretends to look completely outraged. We both crack-up laughing, and watch TV until Billie also decides to go to bed.

*The next morning*

I opened my eyes and squinted at the bright light shining through a crack between the curtains above me. Fuck. Morning. Ew...not a normal morning either. On a normal morning I wake up in a weird place like the inside of a fridge, a bathtub, or once I was in the middle of a paddock and a cow was eating my hair and... er, but that's not for now. I was on a sofa. A comfy sofa. Nice. A person at my feet came into view. He was eating cereal and the crunching sound was so loud. Fuck.
"Couldn't do that anywhere else could ya little guy?" I said to a munching Joseph.
"You don't wear pajamas like most people," He said and stuck another spoonful in his mouth.
I stared down at my clothes. "I knew there was something I forgot to do last night," I muttered. He laughed but quickly turned it into a cough. He didn't like me. I sat up and listened hard. I swear I just heard a-
"You have a tattoo on your eyelid," Joey said with awe.
"Shhhh!" I told him.
Noise. Bad noise. Eeep! I looked out the window above the sofa I was sitting on, and jumped up to push Joey out of the way and pull him against the wall just in time as a car came crashing through the wall of the lounge room and I covered his face with my jacket to protect his eyes and airways from dust and shit like that.

Billie and Adrienne tore into the room and looked around frantically.
"Oh my GOD!!!" They screamed, well, Adie did...Billie just ran into the room, narrowly missing the doorway, tripped over a piece of rubble which lay on the floor, cried out something incomprehensible, and yelled 'FUCK!' a couple of times before leaping up and rushing over to the crashed vehicle.
I stood up holding Joey. He was panting as I hauled him away from the wreckage. I took the jacket off his face. His eyes were wide with fear. Worse than they were with the frogs. Adie rushed over to her son and hugged him hard, constantly asking if he was okay. I quickly checked the car to see if there was a driver, but he must have bailed before it hit the wall. I turned, took one look at Billie Joe, and burst out laughing. He was wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink boxer shorts. As he bent down to talk to his first-born, I uncapped a permanent marker from my pocket, and wrote something in big, bold, black letters across his ass. Adie straightened up when she saw me doing this. She opened her mouth to say something, and then caught sight of what I had written. Adrienne started laughing. Jakob came through the door. He stood by his mother's side and smiled up at me. He was a cute little kid.
"What are you laughing at?" Billie asked us, completely oblivious to what was printed upon his ass.

Just then Mike and Tré came rushing through the front door. They ran over to us, looked at Joey who was now sniggering on the floor, took one glance at my 'artwork' and fell on the floor, roaring with laughter. Billie figured it had to be something about him and he walked over to a mirror in the corner of the room.
"I'm a Barbie Girl..." He read the reflected message slowly, "I am sofa king wee todd did."
A loud explosion of mirth.
Billie didn't understand the last bit so he said it again faster, and kept saying it, confused. We were now rolling on the floor, crying. We couldn't breathe. Billie still didn't realize what it was. Then it hit him. Well... actually I threw the marker at him after about ten minutes of laughing my ass off, and he got it.
"Oh gee. Thanks Chilli. That's real mature!"
"I love my work," I hiccuped.
"Bitch!"
At this I pouted and pretended to look sad. Adie, Mike and Tré were still laughing. Joey had nicked his father's camera, and taken a photo. We all howled with hilarity again.
"Ok dudes," Mike said after we calmed down, ate breakfast and the fire department left, "We have to go see the Rob."

We left to meet Rob Cavallo at Starbucks to discuss the new album we were planning to release.
"Hey there, Robbo!" Mikey said to a man sipping a cappuccino.
"You took your time," The man replied glancing up from his steaming drink.
"Little accident. Funny story," Tré continued.
"Not going there," Billie finished. He was really pissed at me.
I smirked, "Whatever Tré, you just took forever to put your eyeliner on!"
Everyone laughed.
"Ah," Rob said spotting me, "You must be Chilli!"
"Nope," I responded, still smirking, "I'm just a figment of your imagination."
Rob laughed again. He was weird.
"So," Rob said, "Have you thought of any songs you could play for the record yet?"
We shook our heads.
"Any ideas for a focus or something?"
Again, a shake of the head.
"Anything?"
Nothing.
"Dammit! "He said exasperatedly, "You guys had better pull your fucking act together if you want to make this fucking record!"
I pretended to cower in terror and fear. They laughed.

After talking to Rob apparently we had to go meet the crew. Joy. Happy days. Fuck.
We walked into a large building and were greeted by a variety of different people sitting casually around a large room. The meeting seemed to go on forever and I was hardly even paying attention, then at the end I suddenly snapped into it when somebody said:
"Now all we have to do is give Chilli the Green Day brand." And held up a long, metal, branding stick.
My eyes bulged out of my skull with shock and I backed up against the wall in dread. Everyone burst out laughing and somebody explained in gasps that it was just a joke.
"That is NOT funny!" I yelled at them in annoyance, "Do you have any fucking idea how much branding hurts?"
"No, but neither do you." Was the giggled response from someone lying in a beanbag.
"Yeah, it's not like you've ever been branded." Chuckled another leaning against the wall, holding their stomach from pain of laughter.
"Oh no!" I said sarcastically, "Of course not!"
I slid the side of my jeans down slightly...to reveal a large skull shape burned firmly and boldly into my right hip. Gasps were heard around the room and people began apologizing hastily. I smiled, satisfied with the result, and pulled the side of my jeans back up once more. We left the meeting minutes later and I was grinning like a lunatic. I love scaring people.

Billie's POV

"Have you got any kids, Chilli?" I asked her as we made our way to Tré's house for a night of glorious beautiful drinking.
I glanced over at her. She had a very nice figure. Great legs and everything, but I couldn't help but think that something about Chilli was definitely familiar, like, I dunno, I had seen her years ago. A memory, or a dream...
"Yeah. Just one. Adopted," She added when she saw the smirk on my face.
"Cool," I said with another smirk.
"Shut up, Barbie!"
"Bitch."