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Not So Broken Dreams
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,097
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Not So Broken Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Day or anything else except for the characters Kelly, Katie, and Ann. I do not make any money from this story and this disclaimer is for all chapters.
"Holy shit." I mumbled to myself. I was stuck on a plane on my way to somewhere in CA to visit my grandparents who thought I was a spawn of Satan just because I wear thick eyeliner, lots of black, and like punk and rock. My sister Katie was the only one venturing on this trip with me. I loathe Katie. She is the complete opposite of me. She's preppy, pretty, and popular. I'm, lets just say, self-loathing.
"Shoot me" I said as I snuck another sip of Katie's orange juice and vodka. She was 25 and kept falling asleep. I looked up at the person in the seat in front of me. They were fixing their makeup in a compact. They had the most beautiful greenish hazely eyes.(I have such a way with words) I realized that this person with a perfect makeup job was indeed a guy. "Huh, imagine that" I said. "Imagine what kel?" My sis had woken up. I looked up at those eyes again and they were looking back at me. I quickly looked down. "Nothing." I responded quickly.
The captain came on the intercom and said " We aren't too far from our destination but there is a little storm in our way so please buckle up, its gonna get a little bumpy." 'Son of a god damn bitch" I shouted loud enough for the people around me to notice. I found a strange comfort in that mans eyes so I looked up again. He was still doing his makeup. He was looking at me too. Then I heard him give out a snort. He was laughing at me most likely.
About a minute later a hand came out from behind the seat in front of me. The hand was holding a napkin. I grabbed the napkin and noticed a note written on it in green sharpie. The note read: " Don't worry, I fly planes a lot and this happens a shitload of times." I laughed and started to calm down. I began writing a note back and then the plane was headed for the ground.
I started screaming like bloody murder. The plane was heading toward the ground at unbelievably fast speeds.I put my head between my knees and got into fetal position. The lights were flashing on and off. I felt a freshly warm tear roll down my face.I'm so young" I thought. I was the ripe age of 16. I hadn't lived yet. "All my broken dreams. All that broken hope." I blacked out.
I woke up only to find those beautiful eyes gazing into mine. I felt horrible. I rubbed my head and felt a bandage on it. "Mmm.." I moaned in pain. "You ok??" The man asked me. I recognized the voice and the eyes. It was Billie Joe Armstrong the lead singer of Green Day. "Where am I?" I asked. "My house" he responded.
"What??"
"Well because I saved you the medics and all assumed you were my girlfriend so they told me to watch over you. We crashed in Oakland and I live in Oakland so I took you home."
"Wait, you saved me..why??"
"Ughh...It's a little too soon for me to be telling you all that"
"What does that mean?"
"More than I'm willing to share right now." he said with an all knowing smirk on his face.
"Holy shit." I mumbled to myself. I was stuck on a plane on my way to somewhere in CA to visit my grandparents who thought I was a spawn of Satan just because I wear thick eyeliner, lots of black, and like punk and rock. My sister Katie was the only one venturing on this trip with me. I loathe Katie. She is the complete opposite of me. She's preppy, pretty, and popular. I'm, lets just say, self-loathing.
"Shoot me" I said as I snuck another sip of Katie's orange juice and vodka. She was 25 and kept falling asleep. I looked up at the person in the seat in front of me. They were fixing their makeup in a compact. They had the most beautiful greenish hazely eyes.(I have such a way with words) I realized that this person with a perfect makeup job was indeed a guy. "Huh, imagine that" I said. "Imagine what kel?" My sis had woken up. I looked up at those eyes again and they were looking back at me. I quickly looked down. "Nothing." I responded quickly.
The captain came on the intercom and said " We aren't too far from our destination but there is a little storm in our way so please buckle up, its gonna get a little bumpy." 'Son of a god damn bitch" I shouted loud enough for the people around me to notice. I found a strange comfort in that mans eyes so I looked up again. He was still doing his makeup. He was looking at me too. Then I heard him give out a snort. He was laughing at me most likely.
About a minute later a hand came out from behind the seat in front of me. The hand was holding a napkin. I grabbed the napkin and noticed a note written on it in green sharpie. The note read: " Don't worry, I fly planes a lot and this happens a shitload of times." I laughed and started to calm down. I began writing a note back and then the plane was headed for the ground.
I started screaming like bloody murder. The plane was heading toward the ground at unbelievably fast speeds.I put my head between my knees and got into fetal position. The lights were flashing on and off. I felt a freshly warm tear roll down my face.I'm so young" I thought. I was the ripe age of 16. I hadn't lived yet. "All my broken dreams. All that broken hope." I blacked out.
I woke up only to find those beautiful eyes gazing into mine. I felt horrible. I rubbed my head and felt a bandage on it. "Mmm.." I moaned in pain. "You ok??" The man asked me. I recognized the voice and the eyes. It was Billie Joe Armstrong the lead singer of Green Day. "Where am I?" I asked. "My house" he responded.
"What??"
"Well because I saved you the medics and all assumed you were my girlfriend so they told me to watch over you. We crashed in Oakland and I live in Oakland so I took you home."
"Wait, you saved me..why??"
"Ughh...It's a little too soon for me to be telling you all that"
"What does that mean?"
"More than I'm willing to share right now." he said with an all knowing smirk on his face.