What a tragedy // Billie Joe Armstrong

[2] you should listen

I wandered through the school halls by myself until I heard a name shout to me, I turned around to be greeted with the grin of none other than Billie joe. I noticed Billies front few teeth were crooked, a little unaligned. Which made his smile cute, like really cute. In a weird sense I found that cute since I hardly knew this guy.

"Hey Payt," He smiled. That's odd, no ones ever called me 'Payt' before. But rolling off his tongue I liked it.

"Don't stand too close Armstrong," I warned jokingly.

"Aww come on, no teachers are around?" He smiled. "They're all in the lesson. Say... why aren't you?"

"I'm supposed to be in Physical Education. Aka Pe but I hate it, why aren't you in your lesson?"

"Suppose to have History." He shrugged. "But The teacher hates me and I hate the teacher,"

"Course you do,"

"Hey, why don't we go round the back of the school and skip together? So I can actually talk to you?"

He really wants to talk to you huh?

Shut up. He's just being friendly.

"Sure." I agreed happily.

We made small talk about how aggravating the lessons we were currently skipping made us, meaning mostly about the teachers running them as I followed him out the doors of the school. Once we were out of the building we sneaked around to the back of the large field of grass that began and sat ourselves down. 

"So," I Began, crossing my legs over the summer grass. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," He replied looking over at me as his face faced mine.

"So how come you got kicked out of your old school, y'know you and your friends?"

He sort of laughed to himself before answering me. "Okay so, basically we were already on the verge of getting kicked out. But Tre had this-" He stopped to laugh as he thought about what he was about to say and then looked back at me. "-He had this idea to bring in an inflatable dick into school. and we blew it up and long story short that was our last chance gone and we were all out," He chuckled to himself. I laughed too at the story as he began to speak again. "Why are you on the verge of getting moved to a care home? What do you do so bad your mom can't stand?"

"Just things. Like I get detentions, I skip classes, I get into fights, go out on weekends, get drunk from time to time. Just basic teenage things but my moms a strict woman and she gets really fed up with it. So one more thing and I'm gone," I explained to him. As he listened to me closely. I liked talking to Billie, he was a good listener.

"That sucks, why would she do that to you?"

"She wants me to be a teacher too, but I think she knows with the way I'm going there is no chance of that," I shrugged. "It sucks when you're brought in a world that's already been planned out for you as your parent has already planned out what you're gonna do before they even let you realise what you wanna do,"

"I don't know what I would do in your position. I've already got in mind what I'm doing and nobody is changing my mind, not that my mom ever has tried. But I'm so set on it I wouldn't let her," He told me.

"Why, what is it you do?"

"Well, I'm in this band, with Mike and Tre. And I've always just grown up with an idea of doing something with music,"

"You're in a band? That sounds cool!" I complimented getting a bit too overly excited. But it only made him laugh. "Got any songs?"

"Oh yeah, loads,"