Adoption <Green Day Fanfic>

Drum Lessons

Billie turned to look at me.

"Do you want me to teach you drums?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Right. Arm. Sorry!" He said, stifleing a laugh.

"S'alright. But, when my arm heals, you owe me drum lessons" I said.

"What? Why?" He asked, jokingly pouting.

"For offering me lessons when you knew i had a broken arm" I laughed.

"But i-" He tried.

"Nope!" I cut him off.

"But-" He tried again.

"Nope!" I cut him off again.

"But i for-" He said.

"Nuh Uh!" I said, stopping him again.

This went on for a while, before he threw his hands up and groaned, defeated.

Joey, Jakob and Adrienne laughed.

Theni had a thought.

"I have a question- how come i never met you before today?" I aksed Adrienne.

"We were visiting my brother for a few months. He just lost his job and his wife left him. Poor guy." (A/N: i made all that stuff up, by the way.)

I looked at her sympathetically, and nodded.

"Okay. I was just wondering because, y'know, i found it a little strange, y'know" I said, y'knowing twice.

Billie took Joey through to the music room, me following.

He walked over to a medium sized silver DW drum kit.

"Alright Joey, that one is the bass drum-" he said, gesturing to the biggest one "-that one is a snare-" he said, this time at the snare drum "-That's the high tom-tom-" he said, pointing to it "-that one right there is the middle tom-tom-" he said, showing Joey where it was "-the floor tom-tom-" he said, resting his hand on the top "-that's the hi-hat cymbal-" he said, tapping it with his index finger "-that's the crash cymbal-" he said, hitting it lightly "-and that's the ride cymbal" He said, picking up a drumstick and hitting the cymbal with it. (A/N: And yes- those are the actual parts- i play drums)

Joey sat down, and experimented with differant drums and cymbals.

After a few minutes, Billie took the drumsticks and showed him a few simple rythms.

Then, he moved onto songs, starting with Whatsername.

After a little while, Joey was getting pretty good.

Suddenly, Tre walked in, grabbed a pair of drumsticks, and started beating the shit out of a red Yamaha kit.

Soon joined by Mike, Billie grabbed his guitar, and started singing.

"I'm too tired to be bored

I'm too bored to be tired

And the silence is so deafening

It's like picking at a sore

I'm too mental to go crazy

I'm too drunk to be pure

And my mind is playing tricks on me

And I can't sleep tonight

Cuz I'm so tired

I can't take it anymore

And with all the liars

Like a prisoner of war

I don't want your sympathy

I don't want your honesty

I just wanna get some peace of mind

It's only in my head

As I role over and play dead

I don't wanna hear it anymore

It's good to see you

But I really must admit

There's an odor in the air

And I think you look like shit

I can't stand from falling down

I'm too sick to throw up

Everyone keeps talking

And they can't shut the fuck up

Cuz I'm so tired"

He stopped when he saw me yawning with my eyes half closed.

"Tired?" He asked me.

"It's the song. It's contagious" i said, using my free hand to rub my eyes.

Then Joey yawned, then Tre, Then Mike.

"Uhh...Mike?" Billie asked.

"Yeah?" Mike answered.

"When the fuck did you get here?" Billie asked

A/N: So! New chapter.

I actually updated relatively quickly, that's a first :D

Sooooo...

Any improvements?

What Should Happen Next?

Chelsea?

Billie?

Tre?

Mike?

Adrienne?

Rating? (i know i've never done that, but im just curious)

Just to see how much people like the story...

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THEN i'll update.

Not being mean, just curious.