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The waitress came back to the table with our drinks. "Couple more minutes and your food will be out soon." He sipped his coffee and looked out the window next to him. "My father died when I was 10.Lost him to cancer.It's been 34 years.I wrote a song about him and it...it gives me a release too I guess.I just get an unexplainable feeling." "I'm sorry.I lost my Pop when I was 4.We were the original BFFs.Couldn't separate us.It killed me when he died.I died the day we laid him down.September 14,2003." He looked up at me with a dark but fascinated face. "My father died September 16,82'." "September sucks.I just want this month to end.I just want to go to sleep on August 31st and not wake up till November 1st.That would be a dream come true." The waitress came out with our breakfast and set each of our plates down infront of us.It looked and smelled delicious.I dove into the french toast and indulged the sweet icing and tart strawberries.Billie ate his after a minute or 2 after it cooled off. "Well I'm sorry that I made this great morning really depressing." "No you're fine.It's a part of life,people die,babies are born.Y'know all that stuff." I kept eating my french toast trying to keep my mind off of everything we talked about. My phone started to ring on full blast.I kept digging in my big little purse.Little on the outside,big on the inside. "Do as I say not as I do because this shits so deep you can't run away,I beg to differ on the contrar-" "Hello?...Yeah mom.I'm uh...on the bus now.Yeah...Alright...Yup love you too." I hung up. "Nice ringtone." He said as he sipped his coffee again. "Green Day,Walking Contradiction.Love them.I've always wanted to see them live or meet them but I know it won't happen." "What makes you think that?" "They only release their music.No concerts or gigs.No names or faces.They use aliases and a rumor is that they'll play gigs under a different band name and wear masks while they play." "Yeah,they play gigs." "Really where?!" "924 Gilman street.They're called The Foxboro Hottubs whenever they play gigs." "Next time they play I'll bring you.My treat in return for breakfast." By the time we were done talking we had just about finished up eating.The waitress came out with the bill and set it in the middle of the table.We reached for it at the same time. "I thought you said you didn't have any money?" "I don't but I would like to know how much I owe you." He shook his head and easily pulled the bill away from my hands. "I told you,you don't owe me anything.It's my treat." I sighed. "If you insist." He put his credit card in it and handed it to a passing waiter. "What was the total?" "You don't need to know." He said,smiled and sipped his coffee. The passing waiter came by with the bill again and handed it to me. "Ha!" I opened it up.It turned out to be about $30 dollars.I looked over the receipt and then slid the bill back to him. He took his card out of the bill and put it in his wallet. "C'mon,we gotta get going.It's 7:37." I finished the last sip and bite of breakfast and got up from my seat.We walked out of Denny's and got into the car.I buckled up and rolled down the window a little bit. "So what do you think about uh..Green Day?" "They're amazing.I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for their music.I really wouldn't.I've been through a lot of shit and they pulled me out of the darkness.They are the world to me.I wish they knew that." "Hey you never know.You could end up sitting right next to them." "Yeah and not even know if it was them or not." He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out and closed it. "What were you gonna say?" "Nothing..." "Tell me." "Why?" "Because I'm a nosey little bitch." He glared at me. "I...uh.I know em'." "You've met them!Oh my God!" "Well I mean.We uh ran into each other in Broken Guitars.I work there too." "Did they use their real names? "Well actually it was just the frontman.And no.It was- "Wilhelm Fink?" "Yeah him." "What did he look like?!" "Uh...It was kinda creepy actually.He looked kinda like me." "So uh...black hair,green eyes,tattoos and a affliction for coffee.Sounds like every other guy in California." He laughed. "Nah.He's just an average Joe like everyone else.But he does love a good cup of joe I'll tell you that." "Seems like a really great guy to me." "I think you'd be really good friends with him." "Why do you say that?" "You remind me of him...a lot." "Is that a compliment or an insult?" I said jokingly. We both laughed. Before he could answer we were already infront of the school. "Alright.See ya later kiddo." "Bye da-uh Billie." I saw his confused face and closed the door as fast as I could.I ran into the school red and embarrassed as fuck. "Bye Mr.B,I'll finish that paper tomorrow." I walked out of the school made my way over the the gazebo waiting for my bus. "I hope he forgot about that this morning." I pulled out my cigarette carton and lighter.I opened it up and pulled out a pre rolled joint.I sparked my lighter a copuple times before I was able to light it.I took a drag,inhaling deeply.I let the smoke linger out of my mouth making it find its own way out.I pulled out my phone and played some Green Day.I was pretty nonchalant about smoking weed at school.The whole place is in East Bumfuck.Surrounded by woods and miles of land.The gazebo was behind the tree line so I was hidden.I pulled up my mom's number and texted her. "What time do I get picked up?" "You get out a 2:45 right?" "Yeah." "Um about 20 minutes." "Ugh.What am I gonna do?" "Go do your math before you get pregnant." "WTF?!" "I meant fail!Auto correct.I'm driving hun.It's hard.Love you." I sighed took another drag.It was almost a roach. I sat there looking out to the road.Cars.People passing by with not a care in the world about themselves.Always in a rush to that next meeting or appointment.I couldn't care less about what other people have to do. I looked at the time.About 5 more minutes he'd be back.What should I say when I get in.Sorry for almost calling you dad?I meant to say driver.Ew no.I sighed and took out another joint.I went to light it but my lighter died. "Fuck." I put it back and started to walk back over to the front of the school.I sat on the bench and plugged in my ear buds.I listened to the music on full blast.I swiped through my phone reading a story.My eyes were glazed over and red.My eyes were glued on the screen. A hand came down infront of my face swinging side to side.I looked up.It was Billie. "I've been here for 6 minutes trying to get your attention." "I'm sorry.I was reading." "It's ok.But let's go.Don't wanna get stuck in traffic." I grabbed my bag and hopped into the car. I put my purse in between my feet on the floor.Hopefully that if the pot was farther away he wouldn't be able to smell it. We didn't even start driving and he had noticed. "You were smoking pot weren't you?" I didn't answer.