My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Ch.9: Everyones heart doesnt beat the same

Saddies POV:

Back in the tour bus on the way home, I heard my phone go off and went to the bathroom, not recognizing the number. I turned the water on and locked the door, in case it was ryan or my mom or something.

"Hello?"

"Hi um I'm looking for a saddie? Armstrong? This is Matt we exchanged numbers an-"

"Oh shit, um..hey."

"Saddie! Look I-erm. Im sorry. About tonight. I didn't mean to...I just...I was really high and the energy from the show and...I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you with, say, a few edibles; two chocolate chip cookies and two fudge brownies shaved with edible chocolate, and two cone blunts? And I'll bring a few horror DVD's?" I smirked and sighed. Honestly, I felt like he'd take my mind off of Ryan, and he was offering me my favorite shit on earth.

"Well...ok. How about ill text you the address after i settle in and you can come over tomorrow. Say, around 2?"

"Yes! I mean, yeah sure. 2 It is. Message me when you can ok Saddie?" He hung up and i put my phone away, going back to my bunk and billie staring at me.

"What?"

"Who was that?"

"A friend. They wanted to hang out but i told them id have to talk to you after i settled in." I lied a little bit and he pondered it for a moment.

"Alright. But give the address over phone call. I don't meed a text going viral of where i live." I smiled.

"Thanks billie. About tonight too."

"What was that about anyways?...you okay?" I sighed and nodded.

"Just emotional i guess." He smirked.

"You'll be ok, you're an Armstrong. Its in your blood to be a fighter." I smirked and thought to myself "It makes sense why i put up with do much, now".

"So, look, I was thinking when we get home you spend some time alone in your room once we finish moving furniture and stuff in, and we can maybe convince addie to let you smoke in the house if we pass to her every once in a while? Shes not much of a smoker but she'll take like a hit or two to get a little high." I laughed and nodded in response. I couldn't actually imagine that; Adrienne smoking pot. It was something that didn't. ever cross my mind. I didn't think she was against it or anything, just a non smoker. I remembered that Matt had given me a huge cone in a sandwich baggie (I mean like at least 4g, holly fuck) and I had slipped it into my bra. I decided I'd wait until I was settled in to smoke it as a celebratory thing; it had dabs and hash in it too, and the outside was brushed over with CBD oils and rolled in keif. He said he had a whole bag with like 25 more in it so he didn't mind.

"So, how much longer?..."

"About five minutes. But, look really quick. If jacob starts acting up again, can you maybe....not threaten him? I get that he upset you and you can yell at him and whatever but...not threaten, ok?" I nodded and went to the bathroom to change from the clothes I'd worn to the concert the night before. After looking through the three bags of clothes and about 5 minutes later, I'd decided on a plain black spaghetti strap under a navy blue plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and black combat boots that folded down with black plaid print. I left my hair down in its natural long wavy state, and had the sleeves to my flannel unrolled all the way. It was buttoned up to just above my stomach and was a loose fit. After i repacked my mess, the bus came to a hault and I looked at Billie as he stood up. I took a deep breath and I grabbed two of my bags, Billie grabbing the third and I followed him out of the bud and stepped out looking at the building. It wasn't mansion size, but it had my heart instantly. The roof was flat it looked like, and I could star gaze for hours under that. Adrienne ran towards us at the gate and grabbed one of my two bags, smiling.