Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Saint Jimmy ❯ Saint Jimmy: the real story ( Chapter 1 )

Hullo it's me Catsura! And this is my new story: Saint Jimmy! If you don't know who Saint Jimmy is I'll tell you: Saint Jimmy is the dude Green day uses in their songs… So I've adopted him as my newest character! Enjoy!

 

Saint Jimmys commin' across the ally way, up on the boulevard like a zip gone on parade. Lights on the silhouette hes disappointin' at commin at you on the count of, 1, 2- 1-2-3-4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out. Suicidal commando that your mama talked about. I'm here to represent the needle in the vain of the establishment. With an angel face and a taste for suicidal. Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope. A teenage assassin executing some fun and the cult of the life of crime. I really hate to say it, but I told you so so shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy. Its comedy and tragedy it's Saint Jimmy and that's my name… And don't wear it out.

~Green Day~ Aka: Saint Jimmy's introduction~

 

Saint Jimmy, to the naked eye and to people who had never met him, would look like a normal teenager; except he's not. Basically he's a suicidal commando who nobody likes because of his reputation. So he wanders around the streets this same tune that runs through his mind making him feel very lonely even though he doesn't show it. *The tune* Nobody likes you, everyone left you their all out without you having fun*. He was looking down at his feet when it happened.

“Thud!” A girl with black hair and grey tiger stripes smacked into him. Causing her to land onto the ground.

“Ow!” I said as I fell. I stood up and rubbed my bottom. I looked up. I guy stood in front of me looking slightly startled. “Sorry, I guess I should quit looking at my shoes and more at where they're leading me.” I looked at the boys blond hair streaked with black. Then looked at his shocking blue eyes. I could see all his emotions and the one that he seemed to be coated with was loneliness. The style of his clothes and attitude screamed `Stay Away!', but his eyes said different. Then his voice surprisingly soft woke me from my thoughts.

“It's okay…” He seemed to stare at me for a minuet as if expecting me to run off or something. I smiled.

“So what's your name? I'm Catsura; I'm new to this town.” He looked sad, but replied anyway almost pained.

“Jimmy, but it wont matter you'll just be afraid of me when you find out exactly who I am…” Then he walked away. I stared after him for a few seconds.

“Wait!” He stopped and waited for me to catch up, but didn't turn around. I stood in front of him and looked him squarely in the eyes. He diverted his so I couldn't look into them. “What do you mean?” He sighed.

“The name people call me is Saint Jimmy… It's ironic in a way. What they think is what the impression I give, my clothes hair attitude towards some people… What they think I am is a suicidal commando who's on drugs.”

“Are you?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“No… They just think that because I'm too stubborn about my pride to tell them any different…” I don't know why I did this next thing or why I just met the guy, but I hugged him. Then he broke down and cried softly into my shoulder. I didn't know what to do next so I took him to my house.

We sat on my bed he cried I held him. Then the crying stopped and he fell asleep. Then I fell asleep holding him.