Billie, Ever Think of Having a Daughter

My Mom woke me up at 7:00 AM. She let Sam sleep because she is off and he doesn't go to school today.
After I ate, I went upstairs and dressed. I wore a Ramones t-shit, with black tight jeans, and my beat up Converse. And of course, my black make-up and then left for school.
I walked to my locker and grabbed my stuff for class.
"Maggi!" My best friend Megan, yelled from her locker. I turned around she was like right in my face.
"WHOA! Hello, my Meggy, " I said.
"GUESS WHAT!" She exclaimed.
"Oh no, what?"
"I GOT TICKETS FOR US TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE TONIGHT!"
"Ahhh!!" I screamed and jumped up and down with her. People looked at us like we were on drugs or something.
"Shit, I can't," I said.
"Fuck. Why?"
"Because my Mom's 'Dream Man' is coming tonight. I have to meet him," I said and rolled my eyes.
"But, but I HAVE FRONT ROW SEATS! We can possible have Gerard's sweat fall on us!" She said. "You even said that we will go to a concert TOGETHER, remember?"
"I know, I'm sorry,"
"When is he coming over?"
"About seven or so,"
"Aw, sorry, baby. I have to go to class now, adios!" She said and left me.
"Why must he come tonight?" I said to myself and walked to Algebra One.
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How can I fucking focus on math when my best friend, has tickets to My Chemical Romance? I thought to myself.
"Maggi?"
"Huh?"
"Answer the question," Mr. Crowe asked.
"Um..."
"OK, next person," I felt my cheeks burn, I know this stuff. I could of asked what problem. Ugh.
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I came home and started on my homework in the living room.
I heard the doorbell ring.
"I GOT IT!" I yelled as I ran for the door.
"Hello?" I asked when my eyes met these two emerald eyes.
"Oh my God." Was all I can say.
"You're....It can't be....Billie Joe Armstrong!" I screamed.
He just stood there looking at me.
"Yes, thank you for noticing, " He said to ME!
"Oh, hello, Billie," A voice from behind said.
"Hi, Callie," He blushed a little when he saw my Mom.
"Oh, my Mom is behind me!" I said.
"Nice job!" My Mom said. I just stood in the doorway, in the middle of the two.
"Honey, can you move?" She asked.
"Oh yeah," I just stood by the door while I watched my idol walk in my house.
I sat on the couch and just starred across the room at Billie Joe.
"Mag, stop starring," My mom hit my arm.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," I said as I practically died of embarrassment.
"It's okay, what's your name anyways?" Billie asked me.
"I'm Maggi,"
"Ah. I see," He smiled at me. Ah! HE SMILED AT ME!
"So, want to get going?" Billie asked.
"SURE!" I blurted out.
"Not you, Maggi, he was talking to me!" My mom said.
"Once again, sorry!" I said.