My new life... [Green Day fanfic.]

Chapter 14

Wow, ten years make you forget.

Yeah, it's family. That's how family feels.

"So, how did you like California? What did you feel 'bout it?" Bille, Mike and Tre kept joking as we were sitting in the private plane.

"Famlily. It felt like family," I answered, not looking up from my sketchpad.

"Family, huh?" Tre smirked.

"Ten years make you forget," I said, laying my pencil aside. "But sad, that I won't feel like this again..." I whispered to myself.

*Billie's POV*

I was really happy that she liked living with us. Somehow I was happy everytime she was - the sad thing about it was: it's because we had to make her happy.

A few days later we arrived in Poland. The guys took Lassie out for shopping and showing her polish skill, while I was waitng for Agnes.

"Hello. I'm Agnes," a young, blonde woman came up to me.

"Billie," We shook hands. She seemed at least five years younger than me.

*Agnes' POV*

When Billie Joe called me something about a week ago, I could've screamed becuse of happiness. 1. I love Green Day 2. I've really missed Liz 3. I was going to meet Liz again. After I had to go back to Poland for a few years, we always stayed in touch. She was with that woman (who forced her call 'Mum') for four years. Before that, she was with me three years. We've grown really close and she called me or we skyped at least two times a week.

"So, where's Liz?" I asked Billie, the singer of my favorite band, the one I was fangirling about since I knew about Green Day. The band I listened to for hours with Liz.

"At the mall with the others. I think, we have to join them there," he replied, grinning. We went with my car. I got more and more exited.

*Liz' POV*

I was sitting at the food court with Tre and Mike. It was a great day and I could use my Polish after years, which I was really happy about. But I was somehow sad, too, because I couldn't meet Agnes. She was somewhere else - I've got even no idea if she was in Poland after all.

"Hey Lassie, better eat something," Mike pointed at my untouched burger.

"I'm gonna get something backstage, before the show," I replied.

"No, you're not. We've got a suprise for you. But we gotta wait for Billie to come here," Tre said, while Mike checked his phone.

A few minutes later we were in the parking lot, waiting for a black Volkswagen. The car stood right at the spot in front of us. I started to cry, when I saw who came out with Billie Joe.

"Agnes!" I screamed and hugged her tight. In the background I could hear the guys high-five each other.

"We gotta call Jason to get us, while you'll be having the whole day," Billie said, but Agnes and I insisted to drive them back to the arena.

A few minutes later we stood in front of a karaoke-club.

"First of all, I'm so fucking to happy to see you again!" she hugged me (again).

"Me too," I said, hugging back.

"Second, you act like you're eighteen. Karaoke is no fun without beer," she said, squniting one eye. I had to laugh. This was so her - the always young and cool one.

We sang a few songs and the people cheered. It was great. After that, we drove to some other bar, talking about the past few years.

I told her my complete story. The beating. The cutting. Being on tour with Green Day. She seemed to be a little shocked, but didn't comment. That's what I really like about her. She told me hers. She had to go to Poland and work there, until the firm got closed. By the way, she's a photographer. So she just moved, like, to Canada, U.S., Germany until she settled down in the U.K. Now she's got her own little studio and is co-owner of a lovely, little bookstore in London.

In the evening, we had to say (again) our goodbyes, but I assured her, that the next time I'm in London, I'll take a look into her store. She drove me to the hotel, what was a really dangerous ride, because the both of us were a little drunk, and she's never been the best driver.

But after all, it's been another best day I've ever had. I texted Tory, and then didn't even make it into bed, but fell asleep on one of the guys' couches.