Book one: Meeting Green Day in 1989 A Green Day Fanfic

Chapter Uno (one)

I woke up to the sound of Dream On, by Aerosmith. I got up, turned off the radio, and went to the bathroom. After that, I got dressed.
I'm fourteen, in my last year of Junior High AKA Middle School. The time was, 7:00AM, I only knew this because of the radio, the radio has the time, and date on it when it plays music and shit like that. I rarely ever trust it though. But today felt like a day to trust it. Just to make sure, I went and grabbed my watch. My analog watch said: 6:00AM. I was confused. Then I remembered that my watch was off by an hour. I brushed it off as if it were nothing, and went to open my door to my bedroom when my mom suddenly knocked aggressively. I opened the door, and found out that it was my brother.
"Bro, what do ya want?" I ask.
"Got any drugs? I need some!" he replies in a scruffy voice.
That bitch. He literally only wants drugs from me? Sigh.
"Look bro, I do. But, I was gonna throw em out! I found them in a creek last night," I lied.
I wasn't gonna throw em out, and also I didn't find them in a creek. I bought em from my friend yesterday, because I knew damn well my bitch ass brother would ask for some the next day.
"Ha! Don't you dare throw those drugs away! Give em to me!" he yelled back.
Bitch was getting abusive. I could see it in his eyes, and the way his hands were in fists. Hang on. Is he drunk? He's only 20. Actually no, he's 19.
"Bitch, are you drunk?" I ask as I go into my closet and grab the drugs. I leave a few for later.
"SO WHAT IF I AM?!?!?!?" he yells.
"Fucker, you are 19! It's illegal to drink under 20!" I yell back.
"*Scoffs* Just give me the drugs!"
"Not till ya answer my fucking question, bitch!" I yell, I knew damn well I was taking chances.
"I'm not gonna tell ya!"
"Then no drugs for you!"
"Fuck. Fine!" he says in defeat, while rolling his eyes. "I am drunk," he continues.
"Kay, here ya go," I replied, while giving him the bag of drugs.
"Thanks! Also, do you have any weed? My friends are coming over!"
"Bitch. Of course I do! I never don't," I respond as I grab some weed.
"Thanks! Also, don't tell mom, and I won't tell her about you doing all this shit. Getting high and shit," he says, making sure we still have our deal.
"Yeah dude! I'd never tell them!"
"Kay, good. See ya later bitch!" he yells back, while walking out of my room to his.
"Sigh."
He's always been like this. Getting drunk, high, on drugs and so much more. I never seem to actually care. Let's be honest and real here. I also get high, I've fucked my girlfriend multiple times, I've done a lot of bad shit in my life, but never underaged drinking! I'd never! Although the thought has crossed my mind, I knew I'd get caught, and it wasn't gonna be worth it.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door.
After a moment of no one getting up and answering it, I get up and answer it.
"Hey babe!" Jessi yells as soon as I open the door.
"Yo!"
"What's the plan after school today?" she asks.
"Eh, probably get high on the roof of 7-Eleven," I reply.
"Entire friend group?"
"Yep!"
"Kay, are you ready to go to 7-Eleven and grab some food before school starts?" she asks.
"Yeah! Lemme grab my backpack, and then we can get going!"
"Kay."
I leave and grab my backpack from my room.
There stands, Franco, with a fucking giant gun.
It's oddly shaped, sorta like a penis.
"Are you fucking cereal?" I ask, accidentally saying, "cereal", and not "serious".
Big mistake
"No?!?!?! I'm not fucking cereal!" Franco screams back.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? is what I meant, dumbass," I say, without hesitation.
Again, big mistake.
"Are you a fucking five year old?" he asks, while pulling the trigger on that gun shaped penis.
No, shit, I meant, penis shaped gun.
Maybe I am five years old....