Thelma and Louise, chapter 3
The rest of the night went by semi-smoothly, caused by the fact my mom was ringing my cell nonstop, no doubt wondering where I had gone. I eventually got so pissed from the cell interrupting Frank when he tried to say something, that I chucked it across the room where it promptly shattered on the floor.
"Oops," I said, trying to hide a grin.
Frank just laughed, mostly at the shocked faces that Frankie and Gerard were now portraying.
When Billie Joe came back in the room, he found Frankie curled up asleep with Gerard, but not in an intimate way, more like big-brother/little-sister sleeping. Frank and I were still talking, a couple Coke and Diet Coke cans strewn around us, and in the trash can too.
"I'm surprised you two are still up," he remarked, grinning lopsidedly. The faint perfume of alcohol wafted towards me, and I looked at Frank, who obviously smelt it and was looking very uncomfortable, shifting in his seat nervously as if trying to get away from the smell.
Behind Billie Joe stood two men who I had posted on my wall right next to the former: Glinting blue eyes accompanied a boyish face with a reddish-brown faux hawk, and a tall figure with a fit upper body stood next to him, his blue eyes piercing the room and resting on me. He briefly brushed his hand against his semi-spiky black hair before pushing politely around Billie Joe to enter the room.
"Well, well, well.." he said, grinning slowly at me and Frank, who was still once more and got up to embrace Mike Dirnt, the bassist of Green Day. "Seems like Frank has a 'lady friend'..." He gave Frank a knowing look, acting as if he knew something we didn't.
I immediately blushed. "We've only just met.." I protested, and Mike turned to me, one eyebrow raised.
"Really?" he said, with an air of comic disbelief. "Alright then..." He was obviously poking a bit of fun at me and Frank being caught in a room where we were the only conscious people. Before I knew what I was doing, I offered Mike my hand, saying, "My name's Nicole. And you must be Mike Dirnt." He nodded, and smiled slightly. "Nice to meet you, Nicole. Billie Joe told us that you were a friend of Frankie's. I mean, THAT Frankie," he added, gesturing to the slumbering Frankie on the couch.
At mention of her name, Frankie stirred, and yawned, opening her eyes. "M-Mike?" she said, getting up which made Gerard open his eyes and stretch. She went up to him sleepily and wrapped her arms around him in a genuine hug. He returned the affectionate gesture, and then patted her on the back and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. She nodded, grabbed his hand, and they both exited, Frankie stopping at the door for one punctual yawn.
"Goodnight, uncle Billie," she said. "Goodnight, uncle Tré."
Billie Joe and the blue-eyed drummer both gave her a hug, and then returned the farewell.
"Goodnight, Frankie."
"Don't let anyone molest you in your dreams, Frankie."
She playfully slapped Tré for his comment, grinned in her half-conscious state, and then closed the door.
"Which means..." Tré said, walking up to me. "...that we need to decide what to do with you."
What?
'What to do with me'?
Sounds kinky.
"Where did Frankie go?" I said, trying to get off the subject, standing up next to Frank. Tré smiled a bit.
"She went to talk with Mike. He's her confidante. Doesn't tell us anything unless she says it's alright to tell. And then afterwards, she'll probably go on the tour bus and go to sleep. It's her evening ritual. She doesn't trust me or her uncle--"
I cut him off. "But she said that you were her uncle too? Is she..even related to one of you?"
Tré and Billie Joe shared a knowing look, then turned back to me. "She's my sister's eldest child," Billie Joe shared. "I told her she could come on tour with us. She has the nothing better to do, and she helps out more than you would think. She'll probably ask Mike if you can come along. With us, I mean."
What?
Go with Green Day and My Chemical Romance on tour?
Holy shit!
Before I could reply, Tré sighed and started again. "We don't have any room on our tour bus, though. Jason, Mike, me, Billie, Adrienne (at the mention of his wife's name, Billie Joe became more interested)...it's just not possible. So the answer will probably be no." My heart sank. Shit, I thought. "I can pull my own weight! I mean, I'm willing to learn, and I can do something when you ask me..." I trailed off. Fuck, tears were starting to spring to my eyes.
"She can come on our bus. Well, if nobody objects...", someone said behind me. Frank came to my side and placed one hand on my shoulder, which gave me a bit of the shivers.
"I don't mind at all," Gerard mumbled from the couch, getting up and rubbing his eyes. "But does she wanna spend the whole time on a bus with five guys?"
I looked at Gerard, then at Frank. "I can deal with it," I said finally, and Frank gave me a small smile. 'Thanks', he mouthed at me. I nodded in return.
Just then, the door opened, and Mike re-entered, with a small grin on his face. "Well, you guys guessed it. Frankie wants Nicole to come with her on tour. She said that it's lonely not having someone her age to talk with and hang out with on the road. Problem is, she wants her on the same bus..."
"Wait a minute! I totally forgot! We have that extra bus that we store some stuff on. It's not really full most of the time, but there's a couple of bunks and it's as nice as any of the other ones", Billie Joe exclaimed, clasping his hand to his head in recognition. "That way, Frankie and Nicole can chill together."
I looked sadly at Frank, but he shook his head as if to say, Go with Frankie. The only reason you're coming with us is because of her. I nodded, and said, "Alright."
Mike, Tré and Billie Joe looked at each other, and nodded. Tré opened the door and spoke those two words that I had heard earlier this evening.
"Follow me."
"Oops," I said, trying to hide a grin.
Frank just laughed, mostly at the shocked faces that Frankie and Gerard were now portraying.
When Billie Joe came back in the room, he found Frankie curled up asleep with Gerard, but not in an intimate way, more like big-brother/little-sister sleeping. Frank and I were still talking, a couple Coke and Diet Coke cans strewn around us, and in the trash can too.
"I'm surprised you two are still up," he remarked, grinning lopsidedly. The faint perfume of alcohol wafted towards me, and I looked at Frank, who obviously smelt it and was looking very uncomfortable, shifting in his seat nervously as if trying to get away from the smell.
Behind Billie Joe stood two men who I had posted on my wall right next to the former: Glinting blue eyes accompanied a boyish face with a reddish-brown faux hawk, and a tall figure with a fit upper body stood next to him, his blue eyes piercing the room and resting on me. He briefly brushed his hand against his semi-spiky black hair before pushing politely around Billie Joe to enter the room.
"Well, well, well.." he said, grinning slowly at me and Frank, who was still once more and got up to embrace Mike Dirnt, the bassist of Green Day. "Seems like Frank has a 'lady friend'..." He gave Frank a knowing look, acting as if he knew something we didn't.
I immediately blushed. "We've only just met.." I protested, and Mike turned to me, one eyebrow raised.
"Really?" he said, with an air of comic disbelief. "Alright then..." He was obviously poking a bit of fun at me and Frank being caught in a room where we were the only conscious people. Before I knew what I was doing, I offered Mike my hand, saying, "My name's Nicole. And you must be Mike Dirnt." He nodded, and smiled slightly. "Nice to meet you, Nicole. Billie Joe told us that you were a friend of Frankie's. I mean, THAT Frankie," he added, gesturing to the slumbering Frankie on the couch.
At mention of her name, Frankie stirred, and yawned, opening her eyes. "M-Mike?" she said, getting up which made Gerard open his eyes and stretch. She went up to him sleepily and wrapped her arms around him in a genuine hug. He returned the affectionate gesture, and then patted her on the back and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. She nodded, grabbed his hand, and they both exited, Frankie stopping at the door for one punctual yawn.
"Goodnight, uncle Billie," she said. "Goodnight, uncle Tré."
Billie Joe and the blue-eyed drummer both gave her a hug, and then returned the farewell.
"Goodnight, Frankie."
"Don't let anyone molest you in your dreams, Frankie."
She playfully slapped Tré for his comment, grinned in her half-conscious state, and then closed the door.
"Which means..." Tré said, walking up to me. "...that we need to decide what to do with you."
What?
'What to do with me'?
Sounds kinky.
"Where did Frankie go?" I said, trying to get off the subject, standing up next to Frank. Tré smiled a bit.
"She went to talk with Mike. He's her confidante. Doesn't tell us anything unless she says it's alright to tell. And then afterwards, she'll probably go on the tour bus and go to sleep. It's her evening ritual. She doesn't trust me or her uncle--"
I cut him off. "But she said that you were her uncle too? Is she..even related to one of you?"
Tré and Billie Joe shared a knowing look, then turned back to me. "She's my sister's eldest child," Billie Joe shared. "I told her she could come on tour with us. She has the nothing better to do, and she helps out more than you would think. She'll probably ask Mike if you can come along. With us, I mean."
What?
Go with Green Day and My Chemical Romance on tour?
Holy shit!
Before I could reply, Tré sighed and started again. "We don't have any room on our tour bus, though. Jason, Mike, me, Billie, Adrienne (at the mention of his wife's name, Billie Joe became more interested)...it's just not possible. So the answer will probably be no." My heart sank. Shit, I thought. "I can pull my own weight! I mean, I'm willing to learn, and I can do something when you ask me..." I trailed off. Fuck, tears were starting to spring to my eyes.
"She can come on our bus. Well, if nobody objects...", someone said behind me. Frank came to my side and placed one hand on my shoulder, which gave me a bit of the shivers.
"I don't mind at all," Gerard mumbled from the couch, getting up and rubbing his eyes. "But does she wanna spend the whole time on a bus with five guys?"
I looked at Gerard, then at Frank. "I can deal with it," I said finally, and Frank gave me a small smile. 'Thanks', he mouthed at me. I nodded in return.
Just then, the door opened, and Mike re-entered, with a small grin on his face. "Well, you guys guessed it. Frankie wants Nicole to come with her on tour. She said that it's lonely not having someone her age to talk with and hang out with on the road. Problem is, she wants her on the same bus..."
"Wait a minute! I totally forgot! We have that extra bus that we store some stuff on. It's not really full most of the time, but there's a couple of bunks and it's as nice as any of the other ones", Billie Joe exclaimed, clasping his hand to his head in recognition. "That way, Frankie and Nicole can chill together."
I looked sadly at Frank, but he shook his head as if to say, Go with Frankie. The only reason you're coming with us is because of her. I nodded, and said, "Alright."
Mike, Tré and Billie Joe looked at each other, and nodded. Tré opened the door and spoke those two words that I had heard earlier this evening.
"Follow me."
