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

Chapter Thirty-Two: "Don't Make Me Do Something I Don't Wanna Do."

OH MY LORD JAYZUS, I AM STRESSED OUT! Thank goodness gracious it's a long weekend or else I would cry my ass off as to how MANY freaking requirements we have to pass. 

I'm so sorry I'm updating late. I blame school. For everything bad that's happening in my life right now. I still have 3 news articles to pass for journalism, write the analysis and discussion for our Chemistry investigatory project, re-do the homework that I made for Asian History and add more dialogues to the script, memorize the monologue and, my lines for the play in Christian Living.

I am so done.

I hate being a sophomore. So much.

But, whatever. I'm still gonna update this thing. I SWEAR ON MY LIFE, YOU GUYS KEEP ME GOING. THANK YOU SO VERY FUCKING MUCH!! I LOVE YOU ALL <3333

Chapter Thirty-Two: “Don’t Make Me Do Something I Don’t Wanna Do.”

- Gerard -

Somehow, I am slowly getting used to my constant stay here in the hospital. I’ve made a mini-schedule for me in the meantime and that includes sitting near the window, just staring at the white clouds move frequently from left to right, making pictures from them.

Wow, that one looks like a heart…

“Chelsea, what the hell are we doing? We’re gonna be in so much trouble!” I exclaimed, looking up at the blonde girl who’s currently going up and out of the school fence.

 

“I know I might be a bad influence but, come on, Gee. No one can see us!” she smiles before jumping to the other side.

 

I look down at the messenger bag that I’m always seen with and call out to the other side, “okay, Catch this!” before throwing said messenger bag and hear the faint thud and the words that Chelsea called out to me just before I began to climb up the fence.

 

“Got it!” she giggles and smiles even wider as she sees my head pop up from the top of the fence.

 

I managed to jump the last few feet of the fence before Chelsea handed me my bag and we ran the several meters needed to reach a branch of Starbucks.

 

We spent the rest of the day sipping coffee and talking about Star Wars, Batman and, the comic that I’m working on for Art Class.

 

I got tons of compliments on that Wednesday afternoon.

 

It was the second best day I’ve ever had that entire seventh grade. And also the day I realized that I might have been shot by Cupid’s arrow.

“Fuck it,” I groaned from my position on the window sill, tearing my thoughts away from Chelsea Rhone.