Home is where the heart is// a Green Day fanfic

Chapter One

"C'mon!!" I shout. I breathe heavily from my fast running.

"Slow down!! I dropped my phone!!" Oscar shouted from behind me. I stopped to wait for him.

"We gotta go." I say as I catch my breathe.

"Can we at least walk? I'll turn on Decemberism by Man Overboard!" Ugh he knows it's my favorite.

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"Who could forget?
It was almost 2003
And we kissed under your Christmas tree
While your parents were asleep!!" Me and Oscar shout. We get nasty looks from strangers but we don't care.

"When are we gonna be there?" Oscar asks. Oscar and I were brother and sister but we were orphaned when we were younger. We both don't remember who our parents were so we didn't feel a deep kind of pain.

"In like, two minutes." Me and Oscar were going to get piercings and tattoos. Because that's the punk way, hahah. But I was getting a small tattoo on my side and a bar in my ear. Oscar was going to get a large rose on the back of his calf.

When we arrived, the guy behind the counter was already getting ready for us.

"Hey guys! You guys ready?" He asked with a smile. We nodded our heads and he started on Oscars rose first. It took about an hour to get through the design. The man let me look at it and it looked pretty cool. The only bad part about it was that there was a square of leg hair shaved off of his calf which looked gross.

"Okay, I'm gonna let you rest because I know that it hurts, haha. But now it's your turn." The man said looking at me. My hands were shaking and I was very nervous.

"So what are you thinking about getting?" He asked me.

"Well, I wanted to get Roman numerals of 1, 8 and 2. But I'm not quite sure that I want it on my side." I said.

"Alright! I'll let you think for a while and I'm gonna go draw a sketch. Be right back!" He left the room.

"Where should I get it?!" I whisper-shouted to Oscar.

"Your wrist maybe?"

"No that's to basic."

"What about your hip bone. It doesn't have to be that big." He thought.

"That would be awesome! I'm doing that. Thanks!" I said right as the man came back into the room with a small sheet of paper.

---going home---

"Fuck, it hurts." Oscar moaned as we started walking back to his house. Oscar was nineteen so he had to leave the orphanage. I'm still seventeen so the orphanage is where I stay most of the time but I was spending a week at Oscars so at the moment I'm sleeping at his house.

"It must suck for you. You have a big ass tattoo." I stated.

"It does suck, you're lucky, you got something small."

"What does your tattoo mean though?" I asked.

"The most beautiful things can hurt the worst. I had the guy add thorns." Oscar said.

"Fuck, Oscar, did you get a tattoo that's for Taylor?" Taylor was Oscars ex girlfriend.

"No, just because she was pretty and she dumped me doesn't mean I got a tattoo about her. That would be stupid."

"Whatever, loser." My phone starts to buzz.

Ben- Get home now. It's important.

"Well, fuck." I complain. "I gotta go. Bens on my ass again."

"Let's just hope you're not in trouble again, hahaha." Oscar cracks up.

"Well i got to go. You should give me a ride. If you stop at the gas station I'll buy you some candy?"

"Alright let's go."