Green Day: I Have a What?

Chapter 6

Billie's POV

I turned around and say a girl that looked so strangely like me. I stared into her eyes. She stood in Shock. I stepped closer, not breaking eye contact. As I got closer I looked into the same eyes as mine. I smiled. She is defiantly my daughter.

"Hi. I'm Billie Joe Armstrong" I said not breaking eye contact holding out my hand. She looked at my hand. Then back to my eyes. Then she looked around the room. Then she brought her hand up to her face and slapped herself really hard.

"Oh my god! Are you ok? Why did you do that?" I said getting closer inspecting he face holding her hand with mine, my other hand holding her face. After realizing what I was doing I backed away. I just met this girl and I'm holding her face.

"Sorry. I just had to know if I was dreaming or not" she said rubbing her cheek. I was still holing the present.

"Oh. I uhh... Happy Birthday" I said holding out the gift. I'm actually really nervous. She seems to be happy here. And if it's true, then she won't want to come with me.

"You know it's my birthday? Um... Thanks?" She looked very confused and extremely happy at the same time as she took the small gift from my hands "so is this why you came here?" I looked at her uncle then back to her.

"Umm. Kinda" I said sheepishly.

"Well then please explain to me why Billie Joe fucking Armstrong is in my kitchen." She looked so happy.

"Well. Could we talk in private. It's kinda serious." I said shyly.

"Umm. Sure. My room should be good." She replied. Then I followed her up the stairs.

Mckenzie's POV

Oh my god. Billie is in my house. On my birthday. And the anniversary. He wants to talk to me. I wonder what about.

"And welcome to my humble abode." I said opening the door. I have all sorts of posters on my walls. As we walked in, by coincidence, Boulevard of Broken Dreams was playing. I had left it on, and on shuffle. I went to turn off my crappy ass nano that was all beat up, with a broken screen and many scratches. I was still holding the present as I sat on my bed watching Billie walk around my room looking at the posters. Then he finally came and sat in my bed across from me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked trying not to let it get to that awkward silence.

"How about you open my present first?" He looked slightly upset. He was trying to avoid the topic, but I couldn't tell.

"Ok" I said and began to unwrap the red ribbon. Then the black wrapping paper. And I find an iPod 5th generation. My mouth dropped. The latest fucking iPod.

"It's got 60 GB" he said happily. Oh my god. I leaped forward and hugged him. Then I realized what I was doing and got off the rock star that was sitting on my fucking bed! Wow. I cuse a fucking lot. I giggled to myself at what I just thought.

"Thank you so much Mr. Armstrong!"

"Please. Call me Billie. Well you can actually call me something else.... Umm...."

"What can I call you? " I asked. I'm confused. He still hasn't told me why he's here.

"Well it the reason I'm here. Umm." He sighed. He looked really upset.

"What is it Billie?" It's so cool to say that.

"Umm. Well. I don't want to upset you."

"I promise I won't get upset." Hoping it will make him feel better

"You can't promise that. Because... Umm. Well you see. You were umm..." He paused.

"I was what?"

"You were adopted." He said looking at his hands then back to me. Looking for a reaction. Wait. So. If I'm adopted... And Billie is telling me this. Why the fuck is he telling me this. He doesn't know me. I became angry.

"No I'm not. My mother and father are Cindy and Nevin Heart. And they died in a car crash with me a year ago today" saying those last words put a ball in my throat. I couldn't speak. Tears rimmed my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I just. Why are you telling me this." I began whipping the tears away.

"Well you see... When Adrienne and I met we kinda. We did stuff. And she got pregnant. I was on tour and didn't get to see her again until 10 months later. After the baby was born. She was afraid I would leave her, and we were young ish. I didn't know anything about the baby. She gave the baby to a couple in Colorado. And only until yesterday did I just find out. So I made some calls as to where the child is now. Then I got on a plane and left for Colorado about 4 hours ago. And then now I'm talking to my long lost child. And. That's why I'm here." He finished and looked at me for a reaction yet again. Why didn't my parents tell me? I was so angry. I couldn't take it out on Billie. He didn't know. I clenched my bed sheets and gritted my teeth. It's Adrienne and my dead parents I should be mad at. Wait...

"Did my uncle know." I said as calmly as I could through gritted teeth.

"He didn't until around maybe 7:00 to 7:30 this morning. I told him not to tell you anything because I wanted to tell you. So don't get made at him." He said still staring at me. I kept my same position. My feet hanging over the bed, hands clenching my bed sheets, head down and hair hanging over my face, teeth still clenched.

"Would you like to be alone?" He asked calmly.

"Umm. Yes please." I replied as he got up and walked out of my room closing the door gently. I'm just... I feel confused.

Thanks for reading. I didn't proof read and I'm writing on my iPhone with autocorrect. So sorry for a confusing part.