falling from the stars

ch. 2

(billies pov)

I honestly think I'm starting to get hearing problems from wearing my headphones so often. Turning a corner, I found myself in an alley. Whew, a safe place to stop for a bit. My house was at least a half hour walk from school, so I typically get pretty tired halfway through. I pulled out my walkman and went into my bag to find a different tape. I switched out the Operation Ivy tape to a Ramones one. God I loved the Ramones. My dad and I used to listen to them before he, y'know. I slid the walkman back into my back pocket and pressed play.

Hey ho, let's go! hey ho, let's go!

The familiar lyrics of the best Ramones song rung through my ears. This had to be my favorite one. If I ever get anywhere with my music, which probably won't happen, I'll start every concert with this song as a party starter.

My feet thumped along the hard concrete of 'Bordeo' to the song. Whenever I listen to music, my body just responds however it wants. Cliché as it sounds, music was my escape.

Soon enough, I arrived at the rickety steps of my humble abode. I pressed pause on the walkman and stepped through the door.

"Hey ma! I'm home!" I yelled, although shes probably right in the other room.

My mom came running from the other room to greet her only child. (a/n: i know billie has many siblings but in this story lets pretend hes the only one.)

"Hey honey! How was school today?" Her eyes glistened with anticipation.

"It was the same old stuff as usual." I casually said with a smile. Obviously my day was shit, but my mother had so much on her plate, she didn't need to worry about me.

"Good, good. I gotta head off to work again, see you later honey." She planted a kiss on my forehead, and ran out the door. Satisfied with lying to her once again, I ran up to my room and flopped onto my mattress. I was happy to have some time to myself before Mike got home. Even though he didn't beat me up at home as much as he did at school, his presence wasn't exactly calming. I couldn't really fiddle around with Blue when he was around, because he threatened to smash it if he heard it making noise. I decided I should get my daily practice session in before he got home.

Its been 2 and a half months since the 7th anniversary of my dads death, and I had decided that I should create an anthem to him, since he did get me into making music. I've been working on a song for him for these 2 months, and its coming out really good, considering I don't have much time to practice and perfect it.

My fingered danced along the strings, a little sore and working up the callouses on the tips. The riff was ingrained in me, and it naturally flowed through me. The lyrics came just as smoothly.

Summer has come and passed,
the innocent can never last,
Wake me up,
When September ends.

Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast,
Wake me up,
When September ends.

Here comes the rain again..

A loud bang signaled that dickhead has returned home. I quickly silenced the guitar and put it away. Collapsing back on my bed in defeat, I huffed and pouted.

I'm never getting anywhere am I? I'm just gonna be stuck here, in ugly old Bordeo, being a nobody washing cars.

Mike came knocking on my door.
Actually more like pounding.

"Aye!!! Billie Joe! You in there? I gotta tell ya something!" He shouted.

I breathed out very audibly and went to go open it.

Time to take another beating.

(a/n: hello! third update today! wowee i didnt think id like doing this so much lmao. things are pretty shitty for me so i guess part of me goes into billies character. lmao but yeah! hope u like it:))
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deejay