Billie and I sat on the couch, not saying anything. He was looking a lot better.
"Can we go for a drive?" He asked.
"We are not going anywhere. You can do what ever the fuck you want, I couldn't give a shit if I tried." I said.
"Language! Jesus..." Billie muttered. He turned to me. "Is your hair dyed?" He asked randomly.
"Yes, pedophile, it is. I dyed it darker, if you must know." I said.
He ignored my awesome name call. "So it used to be like a dark brown -slash- light brown?" He asked. I nodded. "That's weird. You're mom's a blondie. Your dad must have your hair." He said, and then he gave me this weird smile.
"What was your natural hair color?" I asked.
"Blue." He said, and he got up and went the kitchen.
Why was he avoiding the question?
I got my iPod out, and started listening to The Grouch. I loved Green Day before Billie Joe Armstrong turned up. I listen to it secretly. If he knew, I'd die. I drummed along to the beat, silently whispering along to the words.
I was a young boy that had big plans, now I'm just another shitty old man, I don't have fun and I hate everything, the world owes me, so fuck you.
I looked up and nearly shit myself when I saw Billie there, singing along. I hadn't noticed because obviously, it sounded just like him. I died inside as he kept signing along. I turned my iPod off and glared at him.
"I was wearing ear phones. How did you know what song and when to sing?" I asked, and he grinned.
"You were drumming the beat. And whispering the words. I wanted to give you the fright of your life and it worked!" He grinned and I shoved him.
"Faggot." I muttered, and he laughed, but then went silent. Until he realized.
"I just noticed... you were listening to us. You like Green Day, which automatically means you like me. Ha!" He said, and laughed, before grabbing my iPod, turning it on and scrolling down my playlist. "Wow." He said, as he saw the amount of Green Day songs. "Do you want to meet the guys?" I paused. On the inside I was like OMFG WHAT DID HE JUST SAY DID HE JUST SAY I COULD MEET GREEN DAY HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT IS AIR
But on the outside, I simply nodded and said 'That would be cool.'
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My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong
FanfictionNatalie's dad died a few years ago, and of course her mother started dating. She just wasn't expecting her to bring home Billie Joe Armstrong, the lead singer of Green Day.
