"Joey! Jakob!" Billie yelled out of the car window when he picked them up. "SHOTGUN" Jakob yelled as he pushed Joey out of the way and tried to run to the front seat. "Chill," Joey replied. Jakob tripped. Joey beat him to the front seat. "Fuck you" Jakob spit out. Joey ignored him, being the mature guy he is. "Relax man," Billie tried, "you'll get to sit here next time. Joey, remember that. Anyway your mom wants us to hurry because the food'll get cold." "What're we having?" Jakob asked. "KFC." "Really?! Mom never buys us outdoor food. Why would she this time?" "You don't know your own mother? She obviously feels bad because we were late and we didn't get to eat, shithead," Joey responded. "Hey man don't be an asshole."
"Hey mom," the two boys yelled out as they entered the house.
"The food's on the table, I'm sure your dad already told you," she yelled back.
They hoarded the kitchen, ready to eat. They've always been hungry boys. "Hmmf. Crithpy." Jakob moaned, to which Joey followed up, "Man, you know I hate crispy. It's just so, like, overwhelming. Me empalaga." "Are you speaking Mexican again?" Jakob asked. "Jakey Jakey Jakey. When are you going to learn that Mexican isn't a language?! I was speaking SPANISH. SPA-NISH." He had been taking a year of Spanish now. "Whatever it is, I don't understand shit," Billie concluded.
"It's just like some sort of slang, to be honest," Joey clarified, "there's no accurate translation in English that means what it's supposed to mean. The literal translation is 'Spends me'."
"Are you going to eat or not?" Adrienne asked Billie.
"Yeah hang on!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"...Gluing stuff on my guitar."
"YOU MEAN GLUING MY FUCKING JEWELRY!"
"Sorry it's just that I texted you when I asked and you never answered. Kinda your fault. Should've said no."
"You know what, forget it. I need to tend to something anyway," she said as she walked out the kitchen door on her way to their room.
"I think your mom's mad."
"Way to go," Joey and Jakob said in unison.
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Billie Joe and Adrienne Armstrong fanfic
Teen FictionThey met at a 10-people Green Day gig in Minnesota during the late 80s/early 90s. She asked him where she could buy their record. They exchanged phone numbers. Now they live together, happily married with two boys and still as in love as they were t...
