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East Bay Boys

Summer of '69
Latest News
Green Day
Billie Joe
Mike Dirnt
Tre Cool
Some Questions for GD
My Dedications

Chapter 3~"... And it jumped!"

Once we got out of the apartment, Tre let go of my arm.

We walked down the street in silence for a while, then I broke it..

"Why do you call your self Tre cool?" I asked.

"Because that is my name." He answered.

"But how is that your name? Your parents surely didnt give you that name."

"Its my name." He answered simply.

He looked at the street for a minute, then screamed,

"Punch buggy!" and punched my arm before running away.

I ran after him scanning the streets. My luck was with me and I saw another one.

Meanwhile he had stopped, and was waiting for me. I ran up to him and jabbed him back.

"You cant use the same one!" he yelled as I ran away.

When we had walked for a while, I started to wonder where we were going.

"So where do you guys practice? And whats the bands name?"

"Green Day practices at the singers house, since it is the biggest. But I know something much bigger than Billie Joes house we can visit after..." He said, in a sexy voice.

"I need to tell you something." I said.

"What?" Tre asked.

I motioned with my finger for him to come closer.

"There is a free mental health clinic around the corner from our apartment." I said

"Yeah I know." He said as if I wasnt acting in the least bit sarcastic."I saw it when I moved in"

I was now starting to wonder if he was seriously mentally ill. All the same, I was enjoying his company more and more.

When we got to the house, I looked at it in awe. It was huge.

As we went in Tre screamed random things, mostly swears, until he noticed the man siting on a couch with a beer in hand.

He looked about my age,18 , and had black messy hair. He got up, and spilled some of his beer on his black shirt when he saw me.

He gave Tre a oh-my-god-what-is-she-doing-here look and walked up to me smiling.

"Im Billie Joe Armstrong." He said as he shook my hand.

"Adrienne Nesser "

"ummm..." He started. He looked at Tre again.

"I live with him."I said. trying to clear things up after a moment of silence.

"Oh. O.k.! I was worried there for a sec" He looked relived.

"Wheres Mike?" Tre asked.

"Hes in the kitchen" Billie Joe said as the man in question came out with a mug of coffee.

"This is Adrienne, Mike" Tre introduced, pointing to me.

"Hello" Mile said as I shook his hand.

We moved downstairs where Tre's drumkit and two guitars sat on the concrete floor.

I sat down on a couch that had more rips than I was comfortable with, and they started practice.

I sat there, wondering about random things enjoying the music, when my eyes swept over Billie Joe.He was actually very handsome. His black spiked hair brought a kind of rough look to him, which was very appealing.

I sat staring mostly at him for an hour, until Tre threw a stick at me and I came out of my daydream. He later got the finger from both me and Billie Joe, followed my a flurry of rude words.

"Hey!" he yelled. "who wants beer?"

He ran upstairs to the kitchen and Billie Joe followed him, yelling to not break anything.

"So how are you enjoying the one and only Tre Cool?" Mike said as he sat down beside me.

"Enjoying?" I questioned.

"Yeah he can be a little annoying once in a while, but you get used to it. In my case anyways" He added as more screams, this time unusually high ones, came from upstairs.

"Whats up with the coming behind me and scaring me every ten minutes?" I asked, thinking he was more equipped to handle Tre than I was.

"He started that awhile ago. Last month I think. It changes alot so you have to keep up or youll crack."

I smiled. Then I laughed when I saw Billie Joe, awkwardly carrying four bottles like the one he had been drinking before, and Tre bouncing down after him trying to make him drop them.

After an hour of Tre going back and forth between drumkit and beer, burping inbetween chugs, I got tired. It was almost 2:30 and I was itching for lunch.

"Are you getting tired of him now, Adie?" Billie Joe asked leaning close to me.

"A little." I answered, noting the ten or fifteen bottles of beer on the floor, and coming to the conclusion that they where drunk.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRGGGGGGGGG!" Tre yelled running towards the couch attempting to jump onto it, but Mike tripped him and he fell "accidently" flipping my skirt up slightly. This was too much for me.

Luckily, my cell phone rang as I got up.

I ran into the stairwell and answered it.

"Hello" I said.

"Hi Adie!" The voice of my friend, Charlotte, known as Charlie, came through the speaker.

"Hi C" I said "you just saved me from a band of drunken skirt flipping men."

"are you o.k.? do you need me to pick you up?"

"No. Im here with some friends of my new roommate."

"Oh. Are you thinking about leaving? I could drive you home."

"maybe that would be a good idea."

"Alright Whats the address?"

I ran outside to check.

"Thirty-seven Robin ave." I said into the phone"I gotta go. Ill be on the front step."

"O.k. Bye"

"Bye Charlie"

I hung up and walked into the basement to silence.

What I saw, was a trio of intoxicated men yelling about how ugly frogs are.

"But theyr awll gween an tuff"Tre was saying.

I walked around to Mike who looked the least mental and told him I was going.

"ahhh ya..." He said.

".....And it jumped!" Billie Joe was finishing. They laughed. It had sounded like they where talking about a suicidal kangaroo so I went outside.