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My hand moves quickly, the strokes of the pencil swiping across the sketch page delicately as I form the face and hair of Blackstar from the anime "Soul Eater".
Suddenly, a hand taps me on the shoulder once. "Alice Weatherly?" A voice sounds.
I turn around and face the grade's most popular guy, Billie Joe Armstrong. I raise an eyebrow, confused of why he would be talking to me.
"Would you like to be partners?" He asks casually.
"Um..." I think for a moment. Normally, I'd be paired up with Riley, a friend of mine, who is very homosexual. But he is in Australia from now until the end of summer. "I guess... But why me?"
"Well, Mike and Tre are partnering up, and everyone else here has a partner." Billie responds. Tre and Mike were his two popular friends.
"Okay. But do you even know what the project is on?" I sigh.
"Er, no?" He scratches the back of his neck nervously.
"We're supposed to write a couple of detailed paragraphs on an extinct animal." I explain.
"Oh? Sounds easy enough." Billie shrugs.
"That's where you're wrong. We have to do a shitload of studying, and we have to get every single fact into a maximum of one page." I roll my eyes.
He smirks. "I've never heard you curse."
"Maybe because you've never spoken to me," I growl slightly.
He grew silent and his smirk was wiped clean off his face. He stared at the floor.
"I suppose I can meet you at your house tonight?" I say after a moment of silence.
"Yeah, sure. 7:00's fine." Billie says and goes back to his desk and gathers his stuff.
The bell rang. It was time to leave.
"Um, hey Billie?" I walk over to him.
"Yeah?" he asks.
"Erm, can I get a ride? I kind of pennyboarded here and I don't want to pennyboard ten miles back; it's supposed to rain." I explain.
"Yeah, sure. C'mon." He leads me to his sleek black porsche.
I climb in the passenger seat. The seats were fine, obsidian leather. It had the nice new car type of smell.
When Billie turned on the car, Imagine Dragon's "Demons" started playing.
"You listen to Indie?" I perk up.
"Yeah, all the time. And punk." He smiles at me, his green eyes gleaming.
I was somewhat attracted to him now.
"It's where my demons hide!" Billie sang the last verse. He had a wonderful voice.
I giggled. "Nice singing."
"You actually think so?" He asks.
"Yup. You should start a band." I suggest in all seriousness.
"Nah, it wouldn't get any hits." He shook his head.
"That's not really what being in a band is about. It's about freely being able to play an instrument, and even if you've got just a few fans, they still look up to you. That's what really matters," I sigh.
"Very poetic. Where you in a band before?" He questions curiously.
"No, I want to one day, though. I can play the drums and bass." I say.
"Oh, I can play the guitar. And, from your point of view, I can sing, too." He laughs a bit.
I shake my head. "Why are you being so nice? I'm an outcast."
"Well, you can help me pass the eleventh grade." He retorts simply.
"Oh. Should've known you were just using my smartness." I mumble. Aaannnddd the attraction I felt earlier has dissolved.
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Fanfic[ green day is not a band in this, yet the members are in the book set as high school juniors, though they somewhat look the same. billie joe armstrong looks the same as he does on the cover. thought i'd let you know, considering he's had so many ha...
