My Life With Green Day, chapter 45
After Billie left, I got out of bed and started watching anything on TV that was even remotely interesting. After watching as much Beavis and Butthead as I could handle, I started worrying. It had been about two hours and Billie still wasn't back yet. Right when I was about to call his cell phone, Billie waltzed into the room.
"Billie Joe Armstrong, where the fuck have you been," I asked angrily.
"With Mike! Babe, calm down," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We were talking about marriage." I nodded my head slowly and then shrugged his hand off my shoulder.
"About his marriage to Brittany," I inquired.
"Yeah, among others," he said quietly. He was kicking his shoes into the carpet.
"You do realize you make absolutely NO sense, don't you," I joked. He looked up from the marks his shoes were leaving on the carpet and smiled.
"Yes, I do," he defended. I just laughed and sat back on the couch. Billie followed me over and turned the TV off. He sat next to me and held me close. "Now do you remember where we left off in the van," Billie whispered in my ear. I smiled slyly and nodded. "I see you do. Now, would you like to show me? I'm an old man and I forget these things."
"Billie you couldn't even make it to the bed could you," Mike chastised laughingly all of a sudden.
"Mike! Dude, I was so close! So fucking close," Billie whined angrily. "Matter of fact, how the hell did you get in here," Billie questioned.
"I just did. So other then the fact that you two were about to fuck, what's going on today?" Mike looked at me and then at Billie Joe.
"Mikey," I sighed as I laid back against the couch.
"Mike, nothing is going on. I'm just gonna go take a shower," Billie said as he stood up. A tiny box was on the couch where he had just been sitting.
"Dude, the couch," Mike warned. Billie glanced at the couch and then quickly at me before picking it up and shoving it deep into his pocket. "Okay, my work here is done," Mike said as he got up and headed for the door. He waved goodbye and left.
"I'm going to take a shower," Billie announced. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the water start up and then I made my move. I tip toed over to the door and gently pushed it open. The hot steam hit me immediately. 'How the fuck can he shower in that water? It's fucking hot in here," I thought as I walked threw the steamy bathroom. I took Billie's clothes and the towel he had set out and threw them as far as possible into the living room. Then I stripped my own clothes off and slid over to the shower door. I opened it as quietly as possible when Billie had turned around and stepped in behind him.
"Boo," I whispered in his ear. He dropped the bottle of shampoo he was holding and then whirled around. "Got ya," I called, pumping my fist in the air. He eye me up and down and then winked. "Billie, it's nothing you haven't seen before," I joked.
"Yeah, but I haven't seen it in two whole fucking months," Billie said as he grinned happily. I licked my lower lip and then smiled. He bent over and placed a small kiss on my lips. I entwined my fingers with his and leaned up against him, deepening the kiss. I started to giggle, which made Billie smile. "What is so funny," he asked.
"I love you," I sand loudly in the shower. It bounced off the walls, echoing, and making it louder. Billie looked down at me from the tip of his nose.
"Are you...drunk," Billie asked slowly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"What? A girl can't tell someone she loves them," I asked pouting. I took a step towards Billie making him back up against the shower wall. "And if Mike hadn't walked in, well, I probably would have should you how much I do," I whispered seductively in a voice barely audible over the streaming water.
"Well, thanks for telling me that! Now, all day I'm gonna be thinking about how sexy you looked when you said that," he said shaking his head slowly.
"You said all you had to do today was sleep, watch TV, and screw me until ten tonight," I mocked. He grasped my arm, pulling me into him, cuddling me in his arms.
"Fine, then at the concert I'll be thinking too hard about you and I'll fuck up my song and people will throw shit at me and then people will hate Green Day," he rambled mindlessly.
"Then that would be the perfect time for you to have a fake orgasm, now wouldn't it," I teased. He kissed the back of my neck and pulled me closer towards his body.
"Who says I'm faking," Billie grinned mischievously.
"You're something Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm not exactly sure what that something is or if it's even a good thing, but you are something," I laughed as I pried myself off of him. His grin grew wider and then he just laughed. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the shower and ran through the living room of the massive hotel to where I had thrown Billie's towel.
"Courtney! Where the fuck is my shit," Billie shouted out in frustration.
"I don't know! Why don't you come out here and sit with me," I suggested, knowing perfectly well where his 'shit' was.
"Courtney, there is something in my pants pocket that is really important to me. Now where are they," he asked, his voice becoming deeper and more furious then I've ever heard.
"They are out here!" Billie ran out of the bathroom and grabbed his clothes. He raced back, almost slipping on the carpet, to the bathroom. Moments later, he emerged, fully clothed. "Why did you get dressed when you know you'll have them off soon," I asked, playing with the knot on my towel. "See I, on the other hand, have something that can easily be slipped off."
"Babe, you have NO idea how happy that made me, but I don't have time," Billie gasped, suddenly acting as if he was clenched for time. "You go out and go shopping or something but you have to get out of here." He took out his wallet and tossed me his platinum.
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted your kicking me out of happy you gave me your platinum," I said, eyeing him with suspicion.
"Be happy! Now get dressed," Billie commanded as he tossed me a shirt and some jeans that were lying around.
"Billie, we need to go get the roses now," Mike called impatiently.
"I'm coming! Bye babe! Have fun," Billie said. He kissed my cheek and ran out the door. 'Roses,' I thought to myself, confused. I shook it off and grabbed Billie's platinum and headed out the door.
***After shopping***
After shopping a few hours, I headed back to the hotel suite. I yawned, pulling my room key out of my back pocket. I slid it through the door and walked in. Billie was nowhere to be found but many vanilla scented candles were lit around the room. Rose petals were laid gently on the ground, making a path that lead into the bedroom. I set my bags down and followed the path of petals. I pushed open the bedroom door and saw Billie, in a black tux, holding a bouquet of roses. He got down on one knee and took out the same little box from earlier.
"Courtney, will you marry me?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong, where the fuck have you been," I asked angrily.
"With Mike! Babe, calm down," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We were talking about marriage." I nodded my head slowly and then shrugged his hand off my shoulder.
"About his marriage to Brittany," I inquired.
"Yeah, among others," he said quietly. He was kicking his shoes into the carpet.
"You do realize you make absolutely NO sense, don't you," I joked. He looked up from the marks his shoes were leaving on the carpet and smiled.
"Yes, I do," he defended. I just laughed and sat back on the couch. Billie followed me over and turned the TV off. He sat next to me and held me close. "Now do you remember where we left off in the van," Billie whispered in my ear. I smiled slyly and nodded. "I see you do. Now, would you like to show me? I'm an old man and I forget these things."
"Billie you couldn't even make it to the bed could you," Mike chastised laughingly all of a sudden.
"Mike! Dude, I was so close! So fucking close," Billie whined angrily. "Matter of fact, how the hell did you get in here," Billie questioned.
"I just did. So other then the fact that you two were about to fuck, what's going on today?" Mike looked at me and then at Billie Joe.
"Mikey," I sighed as I laid back against the couch.
"Mike, nothing is going on. I'm just gonna go take a shower," Billie said as he stood up. A tiny box was on the couch where he had just been sitting.
"Dude, the couch," Mike warned. Billie glanced at the couch and then quickly at me before picking it up and shoving it deep into his pocket. "Okay, my work here is done," Mike said as he got up and headed for the door. He waved goodbye and left.
"I'm going to take a shower," Billie announced. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the water start up and then I made my move. I tip toed over to the door and gently pushed it open. The hot steam hit me immediately. 'How the fuck can he shower in that water? It's fucking hot in here," I thought as I walked threw the steamy bathroom. I took Billie's clothes and the towel he had set out and threw them as far as possible into the living room. Then I stripped my own clothes off and slid over to the shower door. I opened it as quietly as possible when Billie had turned around and stepped in behind him.
"Boo," I whispered in his ear. He dropped the bottle of shampoo he was holding and then whirled around. "Got ya," I called, pumping my fist in the air. He eye me up and down and then winked. "Billie, it's nothing you haven't seen before," I joked.
"Yeah, but I haven't seen it in two whole fucking months," Billie said as he grinned happily. I licked my lower lip and then smiled. He bent over and placed a small kiss on my lips. I entwined my fingers with his and leaned up against him, deepening the kiss. I started to giggle, which made Billie smile. "What is so funny," he asked.
"I love you," I sand loudly in the shower. It bounced off the walls, echoing, and making it louder. Billie looked down at me from the tip of his nose.
"Are you...drunk," Billie asked slowly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"What? A girl can't tell someone she loves them," I asked pouting. I took a step towards Billie making him back up against the shower wall. "And if Mike hadn't walked in, well, I probably would have should you how much I do," I whispered seductively in a voice barely audible over the streaming water.
"Well, thanks for telling me that! Now, all day I'm gonna be thinking about how sexy you looked when you said that," he said shaking his head slowly.
"You said all you had to do today was sleep, watch TV, and screw me until ten tonight," I mocked. He grasped my arm, pulling me into him, cuddling me in his arms.
"Fine, then at the concert I'll be thinking too hard about you and I'll fuck up my song and people will throw shit at me and then people will hate Green Day," he rambled mindlessly.
"Then that would be the perfect time for you to have a fake orgasm, now wouldn't it," I teased. He kissed the back of my neck and pulled me closer towards his body.
"Who says I'm faking," Billie grinned mischievously.
"You're something Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm not exactly sure what that something is or if it's even a good thing, but you are something," I laughed as I pried myself off of him. His grin grew wider and then he just laughed. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the shower and ran through the living room of the massive hotel to where I had thrown Billie's towel.
"Courtney! Where the fuck is my shit," Billie shouted out in frustration.
"I don't know! Why don't you come out here and sit with me," I suggested, knowing perfectly well where his 'shit' was.
"Courtney, there is something in my pants pocket that is really important to me. Now where are they," he asked, his voice becoming deeper and more furious then I've ever heard.
"They are out here!" Billie ran out of the bathroom and grabbed his clothes. He raced back, almost slipping on the carpet, to the bathroom. Moments later, he emerged, fully clothed. "Why did you get dressed when you know you'll have them off soon," I asked, playing with the knot on my towel. "See I, on the other hand, have something that can easily be slipped off."
"Babe, you have NO idea how happy that made me, but I don't have time," Billie gasped, suddenly acting as if he was clenched for time. "You go out and go shopping or something but you have to get out of here." He took out his wallet and tossed me his platinum.
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted your kicking me out of happy you gave me your platinum," I said, eyeing him with suspicion.
"Be happy! Now get dressed," Billie commanded as he tossed me a shirt and some jeans that were lying around.
"Billie, we need to go get the roses now," Mike called impatiently.
"I'm coming! Bye babe! Have fun," Billie said. He kissed my cheek and ran out the door. 'Roses,' I thought to myself, confused. I shook it off and grabbed Billie's platinum and headed out the door.
***After shopping***
After shopping a few hours, I headed back to the hotel suite. I yawned, pulling my room key out of my back pocket. I slid it through the door and walked in. Billie was nowhere to be found but many vanilla scented candles were lit around the room. Rose petals were laid gently on the ground, making a path that lead into the bedroom. I set my bags down and followed the path of petals. I pushed open the bedroom door and saw Billie, in a black tux, holding a bouquet of roses. He got down on one knee and took out the same little box from earlier.
"Courtney, will you marry me?"
