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FLASHBACK - Disappearing Boy
By Renegade Rejection

 

FLASHBACK - 1988


The first thing Billie noticed about the new kid was the mess of brown hair atop his head, which
made his California tan stand out. There was a black star tattooed on his left elbow and his ears
were pierced. He wore black jeans and a shirt advertising the Ramones. The teacher gave him the
onceover with a defeated sigh.

"Class," he said, "This is Mr. Burrow. Try to make him feel welcome." Billie noted the way the
teacher had said 'try', like he had taken a bite of undercooked steak.

Burrow glared at him, but replyed in a fake-polite voice, "Thanks, Kennedy."

"It's MR. Kennedy, you miscreant." he growled back, "Now, take a seat next to Mr. Armstrong in the
back." It was the only free seat in the room.

The kid groaned and walked to his desk, slamming his bag on it as he sat, crossing his legs and
sighing heavily.

The class' discussion of American history dragged on, but once the bell had rung, Billie watched him
fly out of the room. That was the last he saw of him until the next day, when he caught a glimpse
of him in the principal's office, a superior grin on his handsome face.

"What's up?" The sound of his voice made Billie jump. He found the boy's deep brown eyes positivly
breathtaking as they stared into his own green ones for what would be the first time.

"You weren't in PE." he found himself saying as he came into the office, which was vacant aside
from the two teens.

The other male rested his hands behind his head and feigned bordom. "Don't need it." he said, "What
kind of shit did YOU do?"

"Pardon?"

"People don't just come into the Dude's office unless they have a reason." Billie almost laughed at
the other's nickname for Principal Droves.

"What's your reason?" he asked

"Like you care!" he shot back, naking Billie almost flinch, "Now, answer me."

Billie thought for a moment. Why HAD he followed him? "Just because."

The other boy raised an eyebrow. "What do they call you? Armstrong?"

"Billie." he said, flushing when he realized that they didn't even know eachother's names yet, "I'm
Billie Joe."

That was when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "You better get going, Billie Joe," the
boy said, "Before you end up in here, too."

"You want me to take some extra notes for you?" The other raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Lorenzo teaches
Chemistry and she's as strict as they come." Billie finished, face flushed. Why had he offered? He
usually slept through Chemistry, and besides that, saving hiimself by saying Mrs. Lorenzo was strict
was a HUGE lie and he knew that in time the other would figure that out.

"If you want to." was the reply, "Doesn't mean I'll ever use them."

Billie turned to go, but stopped and turned back around. "Oh, yeah!" he said, "What's your name?"

He just looked at him, eyes full of surprise, as if shocked that he would ask such a question.
Finally, he replied. "Alex."

That night, Billie Joe Armstrong would pen down the first in what would become a series of songs
about and for Alex Burrow.


Now you see me, now you don't
Don't ask me where I'm at
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Treated like a forbidden heel
Don't say my thoughts are not for real
Or you won't see me again

Am I here or am I there
Or am I playing on the stairs
Am I in my room with my toys
I am the disappearing boy

 

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