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Post by Kill on Jul 5, 2005 20:57:25 GMT -5
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Depression!!!! FETAL POSITION! FETAL POSITION! This is terrible. The band is falling apart, Billie's young offspring's starting to swear, Mike"s losing his writing ability, Tre's mad at Billie, and Lydia, Lydia doesn't like Jeff, Jeff's a jerk, they hat the Network! AHHHHHHHHHH! BReeeeeeeeeeeeathhhhhhh....Hmph.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 5, 2005 21:02:05 GMT -5
Calm down. Take a deep breath....
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 5, 2005 21:11:35 GMT -5
Part 15 BILLIE JOE’S POINT OF VIEW (Yeah, I randomly decided to make it through someone else’s POV) “What is your problem?” Adrienne asked, standing up from the table once Tre had left. “He’s your best friend, the godfather of your children!” She pointed to Jakob and Joey. “And you have the nerve to act as though you’re so superior to him?” “You obviously didn’t read Mike’s song. You’d think it was crap, too, if you’d read it,” I sighed. “This isn’t about Mike’s song anymore. This is about your friends. I think this fame thing is really getting to your head.” “Green Day has been in the public eye for over 10 years. If it was going to get to my head, it would’ve happened a long time ago,” I murmured. “Look,” she sighed. “I don’t want Green Day to break up any more than you do. But you have to put in some kind of effort to keep the guys interested.” “Don’t tell me how to run my band,” I almost growled. “This is what I’m talking about! It’s not just yours!” I stood up and walked out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” she called. “For a walk,” I said, opening the front door and slamming it behind me. I headed down the driveway, hoping she wouldn’t follow me. She didn’t. It was kind of cold outside, and I wished I had brought a jacket. I rubbed my arms and thought as I walked along the curb. Tre was obnoxious. I had just been telling him the truth. And Mike’s song was shit. Yeah, Mike could write some pretty good stuff at times, like “Ha Ha You’re Dead”, but this song was just bad. Why was it that people got pissed when I was honest with them? What was I supposed to do? Lie? I wandered down some road leading through the back of my neighborhood that I had never noticed was there. The road was less worn, the concrete less gravelly beneath my shoes. I kicked a rock and looked ahead of me. I couldn’t see much besides some trees and a few people riding in my direction on bicycles. They waved at me and I waved back, acting as though they were people I would stop and talk to or something. I began to get lost in my thoughts, not even aware of where I was going. But I didn’t care. If worse came to worse, I could call Mike on my cell phone and he could get me. No, wait, I couldn’t. Mike hated my guts now, and so did Tre, probably. Maybe Adrienne would forgive me and come to get me. Or I could always call a cab. It didn’t matter, I decided. I’d figure it out once I decided to go home.
LYDIA’S POINT OF VIEW I stood on the front lawn, waving to Jeff as he drove off. As soon as he was gone, I plopped myself down on the grass and looked up at the sun setting in the sky. It was so pretty, and for a second I forgot my sorrows. “Wow,” I whispered. I lay back, the grass cold against my back. I watched the sky and almost fell asleep when I heard a loud noise. I jumped up and looked over to where the noise had come from. There was a guy with dark hair kicking a can along the street. I stared at him for a minute, positive I knew him from somewhere. “Hey! Dude!” I yelled standing up and waving at him. He looked up at me for a second, then kept walking. “Hey!” I shouted again, walking towards him. “Are you deaf?” “What do you want?” he asked, finally responding to me. “Do I know you?” “Probably,” he sighed. “Seems like everybody else does.” “Seriously, where do I know you from?” I asked. “Cut the shit,” he sighed. “You know who I am and you’re playing dumb so I don’t think you’re some fucking teenie bopper, right? Well, I’m happily married.” “What?” I asked. “Seriously, what’s your name?” “Billie Joe Armstrong,” he groaned. “Really? Wow, I finally get to meet you. My name’s Lydia. I went out with Tre once. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he never mentioned me,” I said, my stomach sinking. “No fucking way,” Billie said, smiling a little. “He was talking about you earlier. Apparently you ditched him for your old boyfriend.” “Shit,” I whispered. “Does he hate me for that?” “Nah. At least, I don’t think so. Hey, would you mind if I went inside for a little bit? I’m freezing.” “Oh, come on in,” I said, guiding him back to my apartment. “Sorry if the place is a mess.” “No problem,” he laughed and headed inside behind me.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 5, 2005 21:50:46 GMT -5
Part 16…I think “I feel like such a loser for not knowing who you are,” I laughed, handing Billie a cup of coffee as he sat on my couch. “Don’t,” he chuckled. “Tre told us about how you didn’t know who he was until some girls came up to him.” I smiled. “Yeah,” I sighed. “I feel like a total bitch for what I did to Tre.” “Well, you’re more likely to go for what you know than what you don’t,” he said, shrugging. “I mean, it makes sense for you to go back to him.” “But you don’t even know what happened with him and me,” I groaned. “Then tell me about it,” Billie said. So I did. I told him about everything. I started with how I met Jeff, then I told him about Jeff being in a band. I explained how I had said he should do whatever it took to get his dreams to come true. I ranted about how he had cheated on me, but just for the recording contract. I told him about meeting Tre and how Jeff wanted me back. Then I told him about the final decision and Tre standing me up. “Shit,” he whispered. “This is all my fault.” “How do you figure?” “If Mike and I weren’t fighting and making Tre solve our problems, then he would’ve been there. He would’ve gone on that date and maybe you’d be with him. I mean, you’re not happy with Jeff. I can tell by everything you just said.” “I’m happy,” I lied. “Bull shit,” Billie grunted. “Okay, I’m sort of happy.” “The only reason you’re happy is because you’re not alone. It has nothing to do with this asshole.” “He’s not an asshole,” I said, trying not to get defensive. “Yes he is. He cheated on you,” Billie sighed, drinking more of his coffee. “I mean, honestly tell me which guy you wanted to date and why.” “I feel like I’m writing an essay,” I laughed. “But Tre, I guess. He has more personality, plus he’s pretty hot.” Billie laughed. “So if it weren’t for that night, you’d be with Tre. So it’s my fault.” “No, it’s mine. I didn’t give him a chance to explain. I just assumed he was a jackass and I wouldn’t date him. Could you do me a favor?” “Depends. What is it?” he asked. “Could you talk to Tre for me? Convince him that I’m not some stuck up bitch and I really do like him?” “Maybe,” Billie said. “Thanks,” I whispered.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 5, 2005 22:43:30 GMT -5
Part 17 “Thanks for the coffee and the ride,” Billie said as he got out of my car. He waved as he walked up the driveway toward his house. I waited until his front door was shut behind him to head home. It was pretty dark, but my apartment was only about two miles from Billie’s home. It didn’t take long for me to get home. Almost as soon as I got home, I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. “Hey.” I woke up the next morning to see Claire staring at me. “How the fuck did you get in my house?” I asked, glaring back at her. “You gave me a key,” she said, holding it up. “I figured I’d stop by, since you never call me.” “Sorry,” I sighed. “But how did things go with you and Mr. Cool?” she asked, throwing herself on the bed next to me. “Not so well. I’m back with Jeff.” “WHY?” she screamed. “I don’t know. I just…it’s a long story.” “I have time.” So I went through the entire story with her, just like I had with Billie. “You are an idiot,” she said. “Just because he stood you up doesn’t mean you don’t mean anything to him. So fucking call him and apologize.” “But I’m dating Jeff,” I said. “It’s too late now.” “No it’s not,” she snapped. “Break it off with him. Tell him that you thought about it and decided you didn’t want to risk him cheating again.” “I can’t,” I said, feeling like I was going to cry again. “Why not?” “I don’t know,” I said.
I was a waitress. I worked in some restaurant with a 50’s theme, and I had to roller skate around while delivering food to people. I was bringing this milkshake over to a table and I passed Jeff, who was sitting at another table. He stuck his foot out and tripped me, causing me to spill the milkshake all over the floor and myself. “Clean it up, bitch,” he growled. I just nodded and cried as I started mopping up this milkshake. “Can I help?” asked a friendly voice from overhead. I looked up and there was Tre, who knelt down and helped me clean.
“That was the dream I had last night,” I told Claire. “You’re good at interpreting dreams and stuff. What do you think it means?” “That’s so easy,” she laughed. “Tre’s there to help you clean up the mess Jeff made. He’s supposed to be with you. You just have to let him.” “But…” “No buts, babe. Just tell him about it. Get rid of Jeff. I never liked him anyway.” I laughed and nodded, as if this was what I was planning to do. But I was planning something totally different.
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Post by Kill on Jul 5, 2005 23:11:24 GMT -5
Oi! This is a good story. I am loving it even more than before, now that there are diabolical plans and all, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 5, 2005 23:18:35 GMT -5
Wait until you find out what the plans are. But you won't find out for a couple of hours. Like, not until tomorrow probably.
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 0:02:18 GMT -5
Eh. Okay, lol. Hey! Did you ever notice that if you scrabble the words in Okay you get Oaky -y = Oak + Land = Oakland!
Am I amazing or what? lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 0:08:52 GMT -5
I'm sure if you scramble and subtract and add enough letters, you could turn pretty much any word into any other word.
But I'm still impressed.
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 1:10:01 GMT -5
Haha, but only because my small brain accomplished that great feat. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 19:39:32 GMT -5
Part 18 TRE’S POINT OF VIEW “Sure,” I sighed sarcastically. “No, really!” Billie laughed, although he appeared to be getting pissed off that I didn’t believe him. “She likes you, she just jumped to conclusions. If you don’t believe me, call her.” “I believe you,” I said, but I wasn’t quite sure if I did. I mean, what are the odds of Billie running into Lydia? But then again, I thought the odds of Billie apologizing for being a jackass were slim to none, but just a few moments ago he had. Mike sat next to me on the couch at Billie’s house, where it seemed we spent most of our time. “I really don’t think he’d make this up,” Mike added. “And if he thinks you should call her, then he’s probably not.” “Yeah,” I said. “But is she still with that guy? I mean, are they planning on staying together?” “The way she talked about it, I didn’t think so. She thinks he’s a jackass. She’s just afraid of being alone.” “Never fear, Tre Cool is here,” Mike said in his best announcer-esque voice. We all laughed for a second. “I’m going to call her,” I finally decided. “Good for you,” Billie chuckled as I grabbed the phone.
VICKY’S POINT OF VIEW “Hello?” It seemed like as of lately my life was constantly being interrupted by the phone ringing. Claire had left about an hour ago, and I had been in search of Tre’s phone number, which I knew I had lying around somewhere. As if he knew I had been planning to call him, he called me first. “Lydia? Hey, it’s Tre.” “Hi!” I exclaimed. I had been searching through the bedside tables in my room, so there was stuff laying all over the place. I shoved it all off the bed and onto the floor as I sat down. “Hey. Billie said he ran into you and thought I should call you.” “Yeah,” I said. “I was going to call you, but I couldn’t find your number. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over here for dinner or something this weekend.” “What about Jeff?” he asked. “What about him?” “Did you guys break up?” “Well, not really,” I sighed. I had really hoped he wouldn’t ask this. “But I plan on it.” “Well then, I’ll give you an answer when you break up.” “Fine,” I sighed. “What was your phone number again?”
JEFF’S POINT OF VIEW! “We’re sorry. The party you are trying to reach is currently on the phone.” “Damn it, Lydia,” I whispered, hanging up the phone. Recently she had been so weird. I had kind of been hoping that she would forgive me for cheating, since I had a pretty good reason. At least I thought I did. But our relationship just hadn’t been the same. I picked up the phone again and dialed a different number. “Hello?” said a smooth, female voice on the other end. “Hey Maria,” I said. “Jeff! Hey, what’s up?” “Not much,” I sighed. “I’m kind of bored and was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over or something.” “Well, I was about to get some fast food or something. Do you want me to bring you anything?” “A cheeseburger,” I said. “But hurry up. I need some excitement in my life.” “Keep your pants on,” she giggled. “I will, but as soon as you get here, they’re coming off.” She giggled again. “Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I hung up and walked over to where the assorted pictures of Lydia and myself were. I began shoving them into random drawers and such until I was positive they were all gone. I went into the bathroom to grab some condoms and place them in convenient areas across the house. It wasn’t long before I was prepared for Maria’s “visit.”
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 21:34:25 GMT -5
Ew. I hate Jeff.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 21:43:32 GMT -5
Yeah, me too. Originally he was going to be a pretty cool guy, but I got pissed off at the person I was basing him on and so Jeff's become a royal asshole.
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 21:51:28 GMT -5
I never base characters on real people. Except myself and the people I used in The New Kids.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 21:59:26 GMT -5
Well, I don't directly do it. Like that cheating thing at the beginning kind of happened with my friend and her boyfriend, so I kind of modeled Jeff after him uninterntionally.
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