1988, chapter 29
Mike threw his phone on his hotel bed. Even though he was due to be married soon he had been in a affair for quite some time. He had been sneaking off to the Big Apple for quite a few years, since last year -1998 to be exact, when he was interviewed by Rolling Stone. A then blonde Maria had been the interviewer and he the interviewee. They had quickly become quite drunk at the hotel bar and had slept together that night and since that night it had continued. Yes he felt like he was using her but she said if anything she was using him. In the end they agreed they were just friends with 'benefits'. But when ever Mike tried to stop occasionally flying up to tell her he couldn't continue what ever they had going, he would always end up in the sack with her, but hey he had to admit she was a hell of a good fuck, one of the best he'd had.
He had never told his fellow band mates he had seen Maria again as he also possessed Maria's secret: She had of course conceived Billie's first offspring (she had given Mike the position of 'Godfather' even though she wasn't religious, and with this title when ever Mike saw the two twins he would talk like the 'Don' from the Godfather) and she didn't want him to know for some reason.
When he had tried his best to change her mind to ring his best friend and tell him-granted he was the father and had the right to know, and at that time Maria was still in a shitty apartment in Queens, Mike had told her Billie would pay child support and she could get a lot better appartment or maybe even a house in Jersey. But she always told him the same reasons. "Billie has a good life now, I don't wanna wreck it telling him that he'd fathered two kids at 20," but since the middle of 1998 her excuse was "Kevin looks after me now and the jobs going really well, I don't wanna wreck that for myself." Mike pulled his up his boxers and then his jeans up over his ass and pulled on a shirt being still butt naked from his and Maria's little escapade from the night before. He threw on some shoes, then some black sunglasses, a Red Sox baseball cap, a large coat and left his room.
He walked down the NY street in search of at least a Starbucks-ah ha there was one. He sat down and ordered a double mocha and watched the busy New Yorkers running to and from where ever they were coming and going from. He was glad Maria had finally told the rightful father of her kids.
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The cab pulled up to a nice block of appartments and the pair got out. Billie insisted on paying and did. The pair entered the elevator and quickly arrived at her floor. Billie's palms become sweating. He was nervous as fuck. Only this morning it seemed as if he had only two sons all the way over on the east coast with his loving, caring wife-Adrienne. Sure she had not given him the nicest wake up in the world but he could understand where she was coming from. They had worked through a lot. He followed Maria to her apartment. He had to admit she still had a great ass. "Can ya wait a sec Bill? Just got to get them prepared..."
She closed the door in front of him, Billie leant against the wall beside the door and lit a cigarette. After about 15 minutes Maria returned back out, and smiled.
"They're ready to meet their father... Well they think this is weird of course, don't blame 'em, and dont expect them to be actually happy about all this...and by the way...they don't know you're thee Billie Joe Armstrong."
Billie frowned and threw his cigarette butt onto the floor and mashed it into the rug. "So I'm expecting a pre-teen shock?" he smirked.
"Possibly... They're quite big fans of your music... So okay, I encouraged that much."
He had never told his fellow band mates he had seen Maria again as he also possessed Maria's secret: She had of course conceived Billie's first offspring (she had given Mike the position of 'Godfather' even though she wasn't religious, and with this title when ever Mike saw the two twins he would talk like the 'Don' from the Godfather) and she didn't want him to know for some reason.
When he had tried his best to change her mind to ring his best friend and tell him-granted he was the father and had the right to know, and at that time Maria was still in a shitty apartment in Queens, Mike had told her Billie would pay child support and she could get a lot better appartment or maybe even a house in Jersey. But she always told him the same reasons. "Billie has a good life now, I don't wanna wreck it telling him that he'd fathered two kids at 20," but since the middle of 1998 her excuse was "Kevin looks after me now and the jobs going really well, I don't wanna wreck that for myself." Mike pulled his up his boxers and then his jeans up over his ass and pulled on a shirt being still butt naked from his and Maria's little escapade from the night before. He threw on some shoes, then some black sunglasses, a Red Sox baseball cap, a large coat and left his room.
He walked down the NY street in search of at least a Starbucks-ah ha there was one. He sat down and ordered a double mocha and watched the busy New Yorkers running to and from where ever they were coming and going from. He was glad Maria had finally told the rightful father of her kids.
***
The cab pulled up to a nice block of appartments and the pair got out. Billie insisted on paying and did. The pair entered the elevator and quickly arrived at her floor. Billie's palms become sweating. He was nervous as fuck. Only this morning it seemed as if he had only two sons all the way over on the east coast with his loving, caring wife-Adrienne. Sure she had not given him the nicest wake up in the world but he could understand where she was coming from. They had worked through a lot. He followed Maria to her apartment. He had to admit she still had a great ass. "Can ya wait a sec Bill? Just got to get them prepared..."
She closed the door in front of him, Billie leant against the wall beside the door and lit a cigarette. After about 15 minutes Maria returned back out, and smiled.
"They're ready to meet their father... Well they think this is weird of course, don't blame 'em, and dont expect them to be actually happy about all this...and by the way...they don't know you're thee Billie Joe Armstrong."
Billie frowned and threw his cigarette butt onto the floor and mashed it into the rug. "So I'm expecting a pre-teen shock?" he smirked.
"Possibly... They're quite big fans of your music... So okay, I encouraged that much."
