The Loser's Girlfriend [A Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction]

Chapter Twenty-Six: "Why Were You Absent? And Why're You Drunk?"

Sorry if I've been absent for the past few days...I had an argument with my parents and, well....

Yeah, I apologize :(

Chapter Twenty-Six: “Why Were You Absent? And Why’re You Drunk?”

 

- Chelsea -

I stumbled out of the cab that Chloe hailed for me, covering up my previous slip as I waved to the driver, who was the typical old and friendly man you see selling ice cream to young people.

…I wonder if he does sell ice cream on weekends.

Shaking my head, I return my thoughts on the path that I’m currently walking on to the main hall of my apartment, my legs automatically leading the way to the stairs.

I just got home from another Chloe Hall family (and boyfriend) dinner. She asked for me to stay and help her explain that Chad was the most handsome guy (not exactly true…Billie’s there to claim the throne, though), the nicest (yeah, definitely true) and, the smartest (nope. Billie’s smarter than him) guy she had ever met.

It came pretty well at first but, as we were eating the last of the dessert, I started feeling like the third wheel…which I probably was at that dinner table, faked a call from Mrs. Stueby and, although Chloe forced me to stay just a bit longer (but, we all know that everyone has different perspectives of the phrase ‘a bit’) but I just wouldn’t say yes.

So, she hailed me a cab, which sent me home but not before forcing me to take the 10 dollar bill she was begging me to take.

She probably felt guilty because of what happened.

I sighed, reaching the second floor. I walked the narrow hallway leading to my room and shut the door, hoping to just grab a cup of tea and maybe watch something.

But, as soon as I dropped myself on the couch, turned on the television and went to Discovery Channel (where they were currently talking about how hippos mate…), my eyes felt a little droopy and ended up sleeping on the couch.

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Ding, dong.

 

Ding, dong.

 

Di-di-di-di-ding, dong.

 

Ding, dong.

“Ugh, who in the world could this be?” I woke up from my slumber, rubbing my eyes and staring at the wall clock above my bedroom door.

“I’m coming!” I called out, adjusting my pants as I stood up but the person just wouldn’t stop!

Ding, dong.

 

Di-di-di-ding, dong.