I Hate Living With Greenday

Framed

It fell into my arms, the neck in my hands. I heard footsteps coming and panicked. I tried to put it but up on the shelf, but they came too fast. "Yea I'm just gonna go get Nikki," I heard them say before they saw me. Their eyes were huge, their mouth gaping. I tried to talk, but they waved their arms, telling me to stop. They walked over to me, examining the guitar. They looked at every sticker and every fingerprint. When they were done, they looked at me their mouth still gaping. They looked like they didn't know what to say.

"Look-," I tried to say, but they put a finger up to stop me.

"So it was you," said Billie.

"Look, I didn't do it," I said.

"Then why are you holding it in your hands?!"

"Let me explain!"

"Why did you do it? Did you think you would show it off in front of all your friends? Did you wanna sell it?! Jason was right about you! You are a rotten 12 year old," and with that, he snatched his guitar and left. Great now my idol hated me. The one I had looked up to all my life, thought I was a rotten, spoiled brat. I sighed and flopped on my bed.

I didn't do it. Why would he think I did it? I loved Green Day. Why would I want to steal their guitar? Why would I want to steal my idols's guitar? I was framed! Now, Billie's probably going to tell everyone in the band. He's probably going to tell my parents too! Urg! Now everyone in my favorite band will hate me! I didn't know what else to do except cry. And soon, I was asleep.

I woke up when my mom was shaking me. "Nicole!" She screamed. Wow. I must be in trouble. "Nicole Shelby Jones! Wake up!" Yup, I'm in trouble.

"Wha-" I said, "Oh hey. I had the weirdest dream that Billie lost Blue and-" My mother cut me off.

"It wasn't a dream, Nicole. Why'd you do it?! These are our guests! You don't go stealing guitars from them!" She yelled. I could already tell everyone heard it, the door was open.

"But, mom. I didn't-" Again, she cut me off.

"I don't wanna hear it, Nicole! You completely embarrassed me! How'd you think I felt when Billie told me that my very own, straight A daughter stole his favorite guitar?!"

"Mom, I-"

"And then he said you denied it! I think you owe him an apology," she said.

"Mom-"

"I don't wanna hear any buts. You were never like this before. When other guests came over you were-" Now it was my turn to interrupt her.

"MOM I DIDN'T DO IT!" I screamed. This seemed to shut her up.

"Do not ever talk to me like that again," she said pausing between every word.

"Mom, you would never shut up! I know it looks like I did it, but can't you just trust me?"

"After what happened last year? Why should I trust you?"

"Because I'm your daughter," I said.

"Yea, and it's a shame that I can't trust my own daughter," she said as she walked out the room. She shut the door. And opened the door again. "And you WILL apologize to Billie." Then she shut the door and I heard footsteps walking away. Well, at least she didn't give me a punishment. She'll probably give it to me when Green Day leave. I hated this! Why does this always happen to me? Every time something is stolen, taken, or broken, she always blames it on me. The only different thing this time is that she had a reason to think it was me. I couldn't believe this. I was framed! I would have never even had enough time to put it in my room! They were all upstairs. Well, I suppose I could have taken it when they were unpacking, but I didn't! Who would do this?! Who would have been able to enter my room? My mom did, but she was crying her eyes out. My dad did, but he was trying to get my mom out of the room and to unlock the door. Then I remembered one person who actually told me he went in my room- Jason White.

Here comes dinner, yay (not). Memories of last dinner came rushing into my mind, when Jason started hating me. The only difference is now everyone hated me. Especially Billie.

I walked into the dining room and noticed they didn't have a place set for me. "Uhhh, mom?" I said.

"You can set yourself a place to eat. And while you're at it, you might as well get you some food, too." I sighed. really? I didn't even do anything. Why doesn't anyone believe me?

I walked into the dining room and noticed everyone was glaring at me. If looks could kill. I sat down and started eating. I noticed everyone was still glaring at me. I was starting to get annoying. They were STILL glaring at me. Now I was pretty annoyed. I rolled my eyes and started eating again. I thought me rolling my eyes would be a hint, but they were still shooting their death glare at me. "You know, it's pretty hard to eat when everyone's staring at you," I said, glaring at all of them. I noticed the only one not glaring at me was Jason White. He was just sitting eating his food awkwardly. Hmmmm.

There was few conversation at dinner. I tried to engage in some, but every time I said something even laughed, everyone would glare at me. Sometimes they would talk, like once when I was starting to tell a story, Billie said, "Did anyone ask YOU?" I was shocked. Not only did my idol hate me, but anything I said was wrong to him.

I couldn't take it anymore towards the end of dinner. My eyes were starting to tear up again. Well, wouldn't you cry if the band you've been wishing to meet all your life hated you? I didn't even say anything I just started crying and ran off.

I flopped myself on the bed and covered my face with a pillow. Maybe if I do this, they won't hear me cry. You see, what I've learned is to never EVER give someone who is mad at you the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

I've been praying, wishing ever since I was 6 to meet Green Day, or at least go to one of their concerts. Every time one of my eyelashes fell off, that's what I would wish for. Every time I saw a shooting star, that's what I would wish for. Every night at 11:11 that's what I would wish for. At 12:12 on 12/12 (December the 12th) that's what I wished for. Every time in church (we don't really go to church anymore, though) when I prayed, I would always mention God helping me meet Green Day. And now it finally happened. And you know what I did? I screwed up! I screwed up my one and only chance of meeting Green Day. Now, they all hate me. I didn't even do anything! No one ever believes me! I only stopped my crying and talking to myself when I heard footsteps stop at my door. I really hoped it wasn't Billie coming to expect an apology. They never opened the door. I looked under the door and saw two feet. They still never opened the door. "Whoever it is, go away!" I said between sobs. Then the door opened to reveal Jason White. I sighed. "What do YOU want?" I asked.

"I believe you," he said sitting next to me.

"What?" I asked, wiping away tears.

"I believe you," he repeated.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because I did it."

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A/N~

Oooooooooooo SO JASON STOLE BILLIE'S GUITAR????? AND WHAT ABOUT THE THING THAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR???? WHY WON'T HER MOM TRUST HER????? IF YOU WANNA FIND OUT, KEEP READING. IF YOU DON'T KEEP READING, YOU SUCK>>>>NO JK JK JK. SO I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THIS BOOK GOT OVER 300 READS!!!!!!!!!! *happy dance happy dance* IT'S GETTING ALMOST A HUNDRED READS A DAY NOW!!!!! I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SAY IT ENOUGH THANK YOU FOR STICKING TO MY BOOK AND NOT THINKING IT TOTALLY SUX SO, THIS CHAPPIE IS DEDICATED TO mikedirntscoffee THEY ARE REALLY SUPPORTIVE TO KEEP ME WRITING SOOOOOO HOW'D YOU LIKE IT? LIKE IT? :) LOVE IT? :D HATE IT? D: LEAVE IN THE COMMENTS BELOW (hate comments ARE accepted) THANK YOU FOR MOTIVATING ME TO NOT GIVE UP AND TO NOT DELETE THIS STORY! LUV YA'LL <3