Changed {Billie Joe Armstrong}

02

I was sat on the couch, mindlessly watching the TV. Tré was with his girlfriend and Mike was with his girlfriend but in the kitchen, talking about baby stuff.

Bleh.

I flicked through the channels, ignoring the phone when it make that annoying sound that it makes sometimes. I heard a pause in Mike and Ana's conversation and he sighed, then came to answer it himself but not before giving me a dirty look.

I ignored his rudeness and tried to snoop in on his conversation instead. All I heard was 'New York' and I groaned loudly, alerting not only Mike but our manager Pat, Ana, and probably the rest of Oakland too.

I hated travelling.

Mike hung up and shrugged my annoyance off. "We have a few gigs there, it's for charity. We have a few shoots to do too. Go pack, Pat had to pay extra for first class."

I sighed loudly, dragging myself up to my room and tugging my practically unused suitcase out from under the bed. I shoved some clothes in, not even looking. I hoped this trip would only last a few days or we would have a problem.

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*Alicia POV*

I walked into the airport holding Mackenzie's hand as I got ready to make the journey from Oakland to New York. Home.

At this time of year, I always travel back to see my parents and thankfully they pay for my tickets, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go. Mackenzie was exhausted, the time difference had bothered her all week. This made her very huffy, and tantrums were happening often. As I dragged her up to the line to hand our luggage in, she decided this would be a good time for a tantrum.

It really wasn't a good time but that didn't stop her, she threw herself down on the floor and screamed.

There was a group of men in front of me, one had bright green hair, the other brown, and the one on the right had black hair which was spiked up. The tallest one, Mr Brown hair, turned around and looked at me sympathetically.

I felt like I knew him, maybe they were actors or something? I mean, I am in California.

The man with black hair turned to me, looking at Mackenzie as his nose wrinkled up in disgust.

Not so fond of kids, then?

I sighed and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet and actually trying to reason with a cranky, moody six year old. "Honey, I know you're tired and fed up but this is a public place and you have to behave."

Trying to reason with her didn't work, as she kept screaming.

The taller, nicer man suddenly turned around, kneeling to her height. "Hey, look." He said softly, handing her a multicoloured guitar pick. She went quiet instantly, interested completely now. "You can keep it." He said proudly, and she actually smiled.

I mouthed a silent 'thank you' to him and he waved a hand before giving their bags in and walking ahead. I did the same, pulling along a silent Mackenzie, who was now staring at the guitar pick in wonder.

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I sat in my seat, placing Mackenzie by the window and my bag on the aisle seat, sandwiching myself in the middle.

Mackenzie was already occupied, colouring in rainbow colours in her book. I smiled at her and settled in my seat, getting ready for take off.

I checked my bag to grab some headphones for Mackenzie and saw someone had approached the seat.

"You're in my seat."

I looked up to see the man from earlier, the short one with spiked hair. His eyes were green, I now noticed, at the same time I noticed that his arms were folded. I didn't want to piss him off any further than I needed to. "Sorry." I smiled, and shifted my bag to the floor but he didn't move.

"No, you're in my seat." He said, pointing his finger at Mackenzie. "Mine's a window seat."

I paused. "But she loves sitting by the window. And she's tired, can't you just sit there?"

"No."

I sighed quietly and turned to Mackenzie. "Sweetie, you need to move into this seat on the end for me." She opened her mouth, but I was quick. "No arguments." She let out a sad sigh and slowly started packing up her notebook and all her pens, a frown on her face. She was obviously trying to make this asshole feel sorry for her, but judging by his reaction in the airport, he wasn't exactly a fan of kids, so it wasn't going to work.

I suddenly heard a loud sigh, and as I looked up I saw him roll his green eyes. "No, fuck it. She can stay there." He said, dropping into the now empty seat where my bag had sat. "I'm just pissed because my asshole boss accidentally booked two first class and one standard so my two fucktard friends voted me to come out of first class."

I raised an eyebrow as he kicked the seat in front of him in a sulk. "I can see why."

He simply glared at me before I put my headphones in and prepared myself for 6 hours and 20 minutes next to the biggest asshole I had ever met.