Post by Kill on Jul 12, 2005 17:56:45 GMT -5
“Hey!” Mike exclaimed at Billie Joe and I made our way through the door. Mike was fully decked out in an apron and over mitts. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, but only to receive a glare from him.
“Hey, Mike,” Billie sniffed the air, “What’s cooking?”
“Um…Well, actually nothing. Tre tried to cook again and now I’m cleaning,” Mike ushered the both of us over into the kitchen where Tre was loosely duct taped to a chair. Billie Joe and I laughed hysterically, but that probably didn’t get me anywhere on Tre’s friend list.
“Where were you two?” Tre asked trying to strike back at us with a crude comment.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Billie Joe hissed and then put some bread in the toaster. Seconds later, the same bread came out. “I like light toast, okay?” he laughed, catching sight of my confused face. I shrugged and then sat down next to Tre.
“I’m not even hungry, so there’s no point in cooking for me,” I announced. Everyone shrugged, but Tre just ignored me. He seemed hurt by my welcoming into the group by Mike and Billie. That was his problem though, and I flat out could care less.
“Alright, then,” Mike said pushing jars of jelly and egg cartons around in the fridge trying to find something, “While we’re eating you can go out and buy the groceries. We didn’t welcome you here just so that we could drag you with us everywhere we go.”
Ouch, I thought. Was that meant to make me feel so horrible? I nodded and then took my skateboard from Billie Joe as I walked towards the door, “I’m not going to Muck’s though. That place was gross.”
“Kay. See you later, MJ,” Billie said turning on the TV, “Oh and the only other cheap place to buy food at is Mire’s on the other side of the bridge.”
“Bridge?” I said hoarsely, remembering the vision that those drugs had given me.
“Yeah, it’s past Muck’s,” he mumbled and then began flipping quickly through the few channels that they received.
I hopped onto my board and took off towards Muck’s and passed it, noting that it wasn’t just my intoxicated mind that had me thinking that the door had fixed itself. It really had! Ignoring the fact, I kept skating until I reached the edge of the bridge; the bridge that I had thrown myself off of in the vision.
It was exactly as I had seen it hours ago, only brighter since the sun was now making its way over the horizon. As I made my way along the sidewalk on the far left of it, I noted the spot that I had jumped from too. Wincing I skated faster, and faster, until I had reached the store.
I had gotten two bags of groceries. All the ordinary stuff that I figured Mike was talking about. I had bought things like eggs, bread, butter, milk, flour, and of course chocolate milk mix for Tre. I figured that that would make me a little more likable.
As I skated over the bridge again, carrying a bag in each hand, I watched as someone approached me slowly. The closer I got, the darker the figure became, until I had nearly ran over Billie Joe.
“I thought I’d run into you down on the street,” he said and took a bag from my hands.
“Yeah,” I said, nervously. He hadn’t shown any sign of being in his Saint Jimmy mood yet, so I couldn’t be sure who he was right now. Most likely Saint Jimmy though, since we weren’t accompanied by Mike or Tre.
“Oh, chocolate milk mix! Tre’s going to worship you for this,” Billie Joe laughed and then turned around so that we could continue on our way back to the house. Finally, we had reached the spot I had jumped from. I cringed again, as if I couldn’t help it.
“What is-,” Billie Joe said concerned, and then his face went sullen. “What’s a-matter with you?” he asked in a crude voice.
“Nothing,” I lied, but he had stopped walking and there wasn’t enough room on the sidewalk for me to pass him, without being hit by a car.
“Yeah right,” he yawned, “You know this place. I know you know it.”
“I know,” I whispered and then looked towards the edge of the bridge. “Why do you keep changing personalities like this?” the words weren’t meant to escape from my lips, but they had.
“Changing personalities?!” Saint Jimmy looked utterly confused, “When the hell have I changed personalities?”
“You, back there were…nice,” I stuttered slightly, “And now…Now you’re an ass.”
“My ass!” he bellowed and then tossed the grocery bag he was carrying over the edge of the bridge. “Don’t you wish I would’ve thrown you instead?” he murmured and walked faster, towards the house.
For a moment I was going to answer him, I thought. I was going to say yes. I wanted all this confusion and loneliness to subside for a while, or forever. When Saint Jimmy had walked far enough down the road that I couldn’t see him anymore, I pulled the necklace from out of my shirt. The white diamond in wing one, was now dark grey. The ebony in wing two was the same.
Suddenly, my skateboard gave way underneath me and sent me falling backwards, past the place I had jumped. Still clutching the charm, but now on my butt, wing one turned back to white, and so did the ebony.
Huh, I thought and scooped my skateboard up into my arms. I grabbed the groceries too. Shoot, Saint Jimmy had thrown the peace present I was going to give Tre over the side I remembered.
I stepped over past the jumping point once more and watched at the diamond turned grey and the ebony stayed the same. Turning around to face the other side of the bridge, where Mire’s was, I figured it all out.
That was the light side, and where Billie Joe Armstrong was walking now, was the dark side. The dark side was the only place where Saint Jimmy could possess him. I stepped on my skateboard and shredding as quickly as I could, back to the house.
“Hey, Mike,” Billie sniffed the air, “What’s cooking?”
“Um…Well, actually nothing. Tre tried to cook again and now I’m cleaning,” Mike ushered the both of us over into the kitchen where Tre was loosely duct taped to a chair. Billie Joe and I laughed hysterically, but that probably didn’t get me anywhere on Tre’s friend list.
“Where were you two?” Tre asked trying to strike back at us with a crude comment.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Billie Joe hissed and then put some bread in the toaster. Seconds later, the same bread came out. “I like light toast, okay?” he laughed, catching sight of my confused face. I shrugged and then sat down next to Tre.
“I’m not even hungry, so there’s no point in cooking for me,” I announced. Everyone shrugged, but Tre just ignored me. He seemed hurt by my welcoming into the group by Mike and Billie. That was his problem though, and I flat out could care less.
“Alright, then,” Mike said pushing jars of jelly and egg cartons around in the fridge trying to find something, “While we’re eating you can go out and buy the groceries. We didn’t welcome you here just so that we could drag you with us everywhere we go.”
Ouch, I thought. Was that meant to make me feel so horrible? I nodded and then took my skateboard from Billie Joe as I walked towards the door, “I’m not going to Muck’s though. That place was gross.”
“Kay. See you later, MJ,” Billie said turning on the TV, “Oh and the only other cheap place to buy food at is Mire’s on the other side of the bridge.”
“Bridge?” I said hoarsely, remembering the vision that those drugs had given me.
“Yeah, it’s past Muck’s,” he mumbled and then began flipping quickly through the few channels that they received.
I hopped onto my board and took off towards Muck’s and passed it, noting that it wasn’t just my intoxicated mind that had me thinking that the door had fixed itself. It really had! Ignoring the fact, I kept skating until I reached the edge of the bridge; the bridge that I had thrown myself off of in the vision.
It was exactly as I had seen it hours ago, only brighter since the sun was now making its way over the horizon. As I made my way along the sidewalk on the far left of it, I noted the spot that I had jumped from too. Wincing I skated faster, and faster, until I had reached the store.
I had gotten two bags of groceries. All the ordinary stuff that I figured Mike was talking about. I had bought things like eggs, bread, butter, milk, flour, and of course chocolate milk mix for Tre. I figured that that would make me a little more likable.
As I skated over the bridge again, carrying a bag in each hand, I watched as someone approached me slowly. The closer I got, the darker the figure became, until I had nearly ran over Billie Joe.
“I thought I’d run into you down on the street,” he said and took a bag from my hands.
“Yeah,” I said, nervously. He hadn’t shown any sign of being in his Saint Jimmy mood yet, so I couldn’t be sure who he was right now. Most likely Saint Jimmy though, since we weren’t accompanied by Mike or Tre.
“Oh, chocolate milk mix! Tre’s going to worship you for this,” Billie Joe laughed and then turned around so that we could continue on our way back to the house. Finally, we had reached the spot I had jumped from. I cringed again, as if I couldn’t help it.
“What is-,” Billie Joe said concerned, and then his face went sullen. “What’s a-matter with you?” he asked in a crude voice.
“Nothing,” I lied, but he had stopped walking and there wasn’t enough room on the sidewalk for me to pass him, without being hit by a car.
“Yeah right,” he yawned, “You know this place. I know you know it.”
“I know,” I whispered and then looked towards the edge of the bridge. “Why do you keep changing personalities like this?” the words weren’t meant to escape from my lips, but they had.
“Changing personalities?!” Saint Jimmy looked utterly confused, “When the hell have I changed personalities?”
“You, back there were…nice,” I stuttered slightly, “And now…Now you’re an ass.”
“My ass!” he bellowed and then tossed the grocery bag he was carrying over the edge of the bridge. “Don’t you wish I would’ve thrown you instead?” he murmured and walked faster, towards the house.
For a moment I was going to answer him, I thought. I was going to say yes. I wanted all this confusion and loneliness to subside for a while, or forever. When Saint Jimmy had walked far enough down the road that I couldn’t see him anymore, I pulled the necklace from out of my shirt. The white diamond in wing one, was now dark grey. The ebony in wing two was the same.
Suddenly, my skateboard gave way underneath me and sent me falling backwards, past the place I had jumped. Still clutching the charm, but now on my butt, wing one turned back to white, and so did the ebony.
Huh, I thought and scooped my skateboard up into my arms. I grabbed the groceries too. Shoot, Saint Jimmy had thrown the peace present I was going to give Tre over the side I remembered.
I stepped over past the jumping point once more and watched at the diamond turned grey and the ebony stayed the same. Turning around to face the other side of the bridge, where Mire’s was, I figured it all out.
That was the light side, and where Billie Joe Armstrong was walking now, was the dark side. The dark side was the only place where Saint Jimmy could possess him. I stepped on my skateboard and shredding as quickly as I could, back to the house.
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