~~~~~Billie's Point of View~~~~~
Stella didn't even have her foot through the door and someone started yelling at her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?! Didn't we tell you if you went to that concert to never even bother coming back?!"
Stella gave me an uneasy look and I nodded at her, trying my best to reassure her.
"Leave me alone, wouldya mom?" Stella walked past the angry woman and I followed, ignoring her mother's yelling. She didn't act like the scared little girl on the other side of the front door.
She led me upstairs into her room. There were Gorillaz, Blue October, Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, and Blink-182 posters covering the walls. Literally. You couldn't see a square inch of the wall if you tried. Of course, most of the posters were Green Day.
"Someone's been busy," I said as I marveled at the walls.
"What did I tell ya? Music kept me alive and I literally surrounded myself with it." She dragged a suitcase from under her bed and threw it on top. She opened it and I saw clothes already packed inside and she knew I saw it.
"I planned on running away. Soon." I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Well, guess what? You stay with me, and we'll always be running away." She laughed.
Somehow, I knew that would help.
"Need help with anything?" I asked.
"Can you grab the rest of the clothes in the closet?"
"Anything you need," I said as I disappeared into the closet. All I saw was a few Green Day shirts and a very beautiful dress. It had obviously not been worn before, as the tag was still on it. It was a red dress with black mesh wrapped around it. It was short and tight, strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. Stella would have looked beautiful in it. I grabbed everything off of the hangers and gave the clothes to her.
"How come you've never worn that dress?" I asked.
"I never got the chance to."
"Oh."
"Let me get those pills," she said. "They're in some shoeboxes under my bed."
She slithered under her bed and slid four boxes out across the floor. Her butt was sticking out from under the bed. I took the liberty to grab, it and she jumped.
"Billie!"
"Heheheh...."
"You can cop a feel later! Right now, I'm stuck. Pull me out?" I grabbed her ankles and tugged her out. She stood up and playfully slapped my face.
"Oh, ow. That hurt so much! I...I think I might die!" I pretended to faint and fell onto her bed.
"Oh, ha ha. Help me pack, Drama Queen." I helped her stuff the bottles into every empty space left in the case.
We headed downstairs and walked into the living room. Stella dropped her suitcase by a couch and sat down. I hesitantly sat beside her. Her mother immediately started lecturing her.
"Where the fuck where you?! You've been gone for, like, three days and I-"
"Mom!" Stella yelled, startling me and making me jump. She grabbed my hand. "Would ya shut up?! Ask one question at a time and calm your ass the fuck down, okay? Jeez."
Wow....
The woman looked shocked. I said nothing and stared at a wall. This was one side of her I had never seen before and I hope I don't. Either way, she was cute when she was mad....
"Okay, fine," the woman sighed. "Where were you?"
"With him," she said as she rested a hand on my knee. I turned my attention to her and smiled.
"Who's he?"
"My boyfriend."
"What about Zach?"
"Dead." I thought I saw Stella smile when she said this.
"Wh-what? How?!"
"He saved me."
"Who?"
"Billie."
"Who's that?"
"The amazing guy sitting next to me."
"How?"
I knew Stella wasn't going to be comfortable talking about it.
"W-we got in a fight," I said. "H-he almost k-killed me, ma'am. A-and he raped her."
The woman threw a glance my way, acknowledging what I said but ignoring me at the same time. "How'd you two meet?"
"At his concert," Stella continued.
"His concert? Don't you mean a concert?"
"No, I meant his band's concert."
"Oh, so now you're dating dumb band guys? Huh, figures."
"Well-he's not-I...I'm-" She silenced herself and tried to hold back tears. I took offense for both of us. I wasn't going to tolerate anybody calling her or me dumb. I had a wry laugh to myself.
"What?" the wretched woman spoke harshly. "What's so funny, boy?"
"It's funny," I said. "How bad a parent you are. You don't fucking know, do you?"
"What do you know that I don't, huh? Probably nothing."
"More than you do. You're such a-" I stopped the harsh words from coming out of my mouth. "I've saved your daughter's life more than once. Three times to be exact. When she was raped, I fought for her life. I got her out of there and then she saved my life because I got stabbed by that fucking Jack or whatshisface, dammit!" I lifted up my shirt to show her where I was wounded. Stella held onto my arm, keeping a tight grip. She stared at nothing, a blank look on her face.
"His name is Zach," the woman said.
"Why in the hell do you care?" I asked harshly, holding Stella under my arm.
"He was rich. If they got married, we got money. We set them up."
"Wow, you're greedy." I helped Stella, who was still blank, stand up. "Come on, beautiful. We're leaving."
"And just where do you think you're going?"
"Oh, don't ya know?" I asked. "I'm Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm in a band; Green Day. We're very famous. I'm taking her with me. She's gonna become a part of Green Day and get away from this hellhole forever. We're gonna travel the world together. She's gonna have more money than that guy could have ever given her. Oh, you should know that we're never coming back. The only time you would ever get to see her is when we play in this city again, which will probably be in a long time. You will be banned from our shows. Y'know what? I bet you don't even love her. You don't love her enough to know that she almost committed suicide a few years back? Hmm?"
"So?"
Stella immediately snapped back to reality and glared at her mother.
"You. You're not my mother anymore. You probably want to disown me since Zach's dead anyway. Well, guess what? I'm disowning you. Fuck you, and tell dad fuck him, too." She walked out of the house, leaving her suitcase behind. I picked it up and followed her. I got halfway through the door when the wretched woman spoke.
"If Green Day is so famous, how come I've never heard of them?"
I watched outside as Stella got into the limo. I laughed to myself.
"I guess you just have bad taste in music."
I slammed the door behind me and ran to the limo, scrambling in.
'What annoys the hell out of me is the arrogance of some people. They don't even listen to our music, they decided in advance that they don't like it.'
~Billie Joe Armstrong