Novacaine Ain't Enough For Us(American Idiot AU/oc x canon)

Chapter Three: Jimmy

We left early in the morning. I'm usually not the best at waking up in general, let alone at 6 in the morning, but this time, I knew that if I wasn't up in time, Johnny would leave without me.

So I got up around 10 minutes after my alarm went off, selecting what outfit I'd wear as I left. I settled on a black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, and a black button up that I threw over my shirt without bothering to button it up.

Once I put my phone and pager in my pockets, I was about to grab my bag when a red-white-and blue rubber wristband on my nightstand. I sighed and put it on.

It may not have looked like much. It wasn't much. It was 5 dollars at the 4th of July parade from 8 years ago . But that parade was the last time I remember my family actually being happy.

It's sappy, but I don't really want to leave it here. I need just one happy memory to look back on.

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We met up with Tunny at the bus station. Tunny was a lot less friendly than Will. I mean, both are shitasses, but at least Will tolerated me.

"Johnny, why the fuck did you bring your damn brother?" Tunny snarled the moment he saw me. Way to be blunt.
Johnny, wanting to seem "cool", simply responded with, "He knows how to get beer and weed."

Tunny sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine.." He mumbled something I couldn't seem to make out as he boarded the bus. I wasn't sure why he hated me so much, especially considering both of us are pieces of shit, and I'm the one who supplies is with beer anyway. I'm not sure he'd be able to function without me around.

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Not much happened on the bus ride. I just put my headphones in and turned on some music on my iPod, looking at the town I spent my whole life in for one last time.

I may have hated it here, but it was bittersweet, nonetheless.
The high school I dropped out of because I couldn't deal with the school system anymore...
The old church building my family sometimes attended on holidays...
And...
The 7-11, near the outskirts of town...

I spent all my time there. It's where I had my first kiss, my first breakup, and my first arrest. Not necessarily in that order. But what I really did the most was make graffiti art in the bathroom. It was the only way I knew how to express myself without the town hunting me with pitchforks and torches.

I miss that old place... I hope my art survives for some other fucked up kid to find.

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We arrived in the city several hours later. It wasn't the most crazy city, like Tokyo or New York City, but it was pretty impressive compared to the dirty town we had lived in.

"So...where exactly are we going to live?" Tunny pointed out. "I mean, it won't be the most ideal for us three to just be homeless."

Johnny shrugged. "We'll figure it out. We have all the time in the world."

"I could probably pay for a motel for a bit...I have the money." I suggested. "I have just enough for three weeks."

"Where'd you get the money, shit-face?" Tunny eyed me suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes at this. "What do you think, smartass?" I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. "It's like, the whole reason you haven't killed me yet."

"Oh, fuck off...fine, whatever, you win. You're a dealer. I forgot." Tunny said dismissively. "Let's just find a motel..."

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After we got settled into the motel, I decided to actually put a little effort into my appearance. I put on some eyeliner, and fixed up my hair a bit so I didn't look like I just woke up. "I'm going to walk around the area, page me if you need anything." I shouted out to Tunny and Johnny.

"Have fun, dude." Johnny responded as he put away his clothes. Tunny just flipped me the bird.

There were many shops and restaurants around the motel, a two story record shop catching my eye.

As I walked in, I'm greeted with shelves of CDs, and by the walls were wood containers of countless records.

I searched around the shop for anything that caught my eye, when I heard someone's voice.

"Hello, sir, do you need help finding anything?"
The voice came from a guy that seemed around my age, sitting in a chair by the register, wearing a battle jacket that looked like it took a year to make.

"Oh, uh, I'm just looking around. Seeing if anything catches my eye."

"Well, what bands or singers do you listen to? Maybe I can help you find something."

I thought for a moment. In most situations, I would've thought he was just doing something like this so I'd buy something. But he seemed pretty genuine in helping out. "Uh...well..I listen to Decendents, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Gorillaz, Sex Pistols, stuff like that."

The guy nodded. "Alright, give me a second." He stood up, which took him a moment, and he limped over to me.

"Are you alright, man..?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Anyway, you said you liked Nirvana and Foo Fighters? Might I suggest Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, and The Vaselines? And Decendents and Sex Pistols...what about Franz Ferdinand, Subhumans, and Black Flag? And Gorillaz...there's also Blur and Radiohead."

I stood there, processing what he was saying. "I- wow, you know a lot about music...what's your name, dude?"

"I'm Damon."