My encounter with Green Day, chapter 11
Two hours later every one was pretty drunk and had gone off to their own corners of the room. Billie was over talking to Jason White about random stuff when he realized Trista had disappeared. Getting up, he slowly made his way towards the stairs.
Trista sat in the bedroom beside him, smiling. He leaned in slowly and hovered above her lips. "You can't tell anyone. Okay? If you do, we'll be in trouble. So don't. Okay?"
"Mhmm." She mumbled, not quite even sure what was going on.
"Promise?" He whispered.
"Yes." She replied, trying to focus on his face.
"Okay." He said before finally pressing his lips against hers. They were so intoxicated they didn't even realize what they were doing and before either knew it, he was lifting her shirt over her head and she was doing the same. He softly pushed her on the bed and began trying to take her bra off. In his state it was hard but he did manage it. He was working on her belt with one hand and holding onto the back of her head with the other. When he was finished with her pants he stood back to admire her and smiled before removing his own pants. He lay on top of her, both in their underwear and just as his hands managed to find their way to the top of her panties, the door opened and both stopped to look at the intruder.
Billie Joe stood for a second, just staring at the two. One his son, one his love, lying in bed together, half-naked. He thought about yelling at first but no sound came out. Just a soft sob. He stared as his son sat down on the bed and how his girlfriend sat there looking at him, covering up with the pillow. A steady stream of tears started flowing from his eyes. Turning around he went down the stairs and into his bedroom. He locked the door and flopped on the bed. The thoughts flooding through his head. IF he hadn't walked in, they would have kept going. They would have had sex. His son and the woman he loved. She said she loved him and would wait for marriage before anything but so easily gave in to Joey. As far as he knew they could be continuing right now like he had never came in. He sobbed into the bed sheets and tugged at his hair until he fell asleep. The next morning he woke up to the soft knocking on the door.
"Yeah?"
"Can, I come in?"
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
He sighed and wiped his eyes off on the sheets, "I guess."
Trista walked in slowly fully clothed. Sitting on the bed beside him, she turned and hugged him, only to have him push her away. She looked down into her lap, "I'm sorry, Billie Joe. I didn't realize what we were doing."
"I don't want to hear excuses. It doesn't matter why, or how. What matters is that you did and that it was without any thought at all."
The brunette nodded and stood up off the bed. "I am really sorry." She whispered.
"Just go. Please, and don't come back."
She nodded again and left, stepping out to find a living room full of crashed out friends and began to cry as she realized what she had just wrecked. Not just her relationship with Billie, but her band, her friendships and her life.
She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care, frankly. At that moment, she hated herself and would rather die then live with the pain of it all. But she couldn't, she wasn't nearly close enough to being ready to leave the planet so she decided to go home. Not Vancouver. Williams Lake. But for right now she had to find a hotel.
Billie sat with his head in his hands wondering what he had just done. What was the point? So she was gone, was he just going to dump his son, too? He decided to get dressed and get some coffee. When he left his bedroom he found that Mike was already making coffee.
"You look like shit, Billie. Are you okay?" The blonde bassist asked his friend, concerned.
"No, I had a problem with Trista and Joey last night."
"Did he spazz out again?"
"No, he. I, I caught them, in the act. So to say?"
"Act of what?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.
Billie just sighed and looked down and mike got the hint.
"So, what did you do?"
"I did something really stupid."
"What?"
"I told her to leave. And she did. But what do I do now? Do I tell Joey, my son, to leave too? I just don't know Man."
Mike nodded and looked down at his friend and sighed. "Where is she now?"
"Gone."
"Go get her man. That's all you can do is go find her and talk to her."
Billie nodded and grabbed the keys off the table for his BMW.
"When Joey wakes up, tell him I'm not mad and to stay here."
And with that he ran out the door to find his love.
Jakob walked into his brothers bedroom and over to the bed. "Joey, get up. We have to go to school."
Joey grumbled from under the blankets and swatted at his little brother.
"Come on lazy ass get up!"
"I'm tired, and I got a headache."
"That's your own fault." The younger boy scolded.
"Fuck fine." He said, sitting up.
He grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it on and in that small movement, the memory of last night flooded back.
"Oh. Shit." He mumbled under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing." Joey replied in a hurried manor.
"Your lying. What's wrong?"
"Nothing you nosey little shit."
"Joey, stop being stubborn or I'll tell mom how much you drank."
"Okay, okay. I, I feel so shitty."
"Why?"
"I fucked her. Well, almost. We almost fucked."
"Who?"
"Me and... " He just shook his head and looked down at his feet.
"Dad's girlfriend?" Jakob said, obviously disturbed.
"Yeah, her."
"What the fuck? Are you stupid? That is fucking sick."
"And why is it sick?" The green eyed teen snapped, "She is my age. Not dad's. And you were right, she's hot and there is just something, special. Like different about her. I don't know. It's all fucked up."
"Dude, well I have to go to school. Nice knowing you because he is going to kill you."
"Yeah. I know."
Billie drove down the street slowly, searching the roadside for Trista.
He turned the corner and sighed with relief seeing her crossing the road ahead. He parked the car on the side of the small road, pulled the keys out of the ignition and ran out after her.
"Trista!" He called.
She turned and saw him but kept walking.
"Please stop. I'm sorry." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Why would you be sorry? I fucked up, I made a mess of everything. You had a right to kick me out and it was probably for the better. Just go home."
"Yeah, you fucked up but every one makes mistakes-"
"Yeah, everyone fucks their boyfriends son." She cried, turning to face him.
"No but every one has made mistakes before. Are you going to let it ruin this?"
"And what is 'this'?"
"This, us. You know. Everything we had."
"We didn't have anything."
"We had each other. That was better than nothing."
She stood there, just looking at him, her eyes soaked with salty tears and wet mascara.
"Ever since I met you I have fucked up everything in your life."
"No, since I met you, everything has been better. I don't know what I was thinking before because with out you, everything, all of this, is pointless. I lost Adi; I'm not losing you too."
"I don't want to face them all."
"We will face them together. Come on." He said, hugging her.
She closed her eyes and stood there letting him embrace her with his love and warmth for a minute, "But what about Joey?"
"We will have to talk to him."
"Okay."
They walked back to the car slowly, with their arms around each others waists.
"Billie Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Billie and Trista went into the house to find every one crashed out still. Walking into the kitchen, they found Mike sitting at the table, drinking some coffee.
"Found each other I see." He smiled.
"Yeah." Billie Joe smiled back, "So did Joey come down?"
"Nah," Mike replied, "But Jakob did and he said Joey was waiting in his room for you."
"Okay. Thanks Mike. Come on, Tris."
They both walked slowly up the stairs and into the small room to the left.
"Joey." Billie said, looking down on his son.
"I'm dead." He muttered.
"No one is dead. We are just going to have a talk." The older Armstrong said, taking a seat on the bed, Trista following.
"We are going to talk about what happened. Last night was... "
"A mistake."
"Exactly. So I want you to tell me what happened."
"Well, we were in the kitchen talking and she asked if I could show her to the washroom. So I did and when she came out her shirt was only half zipped up. I was going to tell her but, it's like I stopped thinking because next thing I knew we were on my bed and you walked in... that's all I can remember." Joey explained.
"Okay." He said turning to Trista.
"I can't even remember half of what he just said."
"Okay. So why did it happen?"
"I don't really know." Joey said, "It just sort of, did."
Trista sat in the bedroom beside him, smiling. He leaned in slowly and hovered above her lips. "You can't tell anyone. Okay? If you do, we'll be in trouble. So don't. Okay?"
"Mhmm." She mumbled, not quite even sure what was going on.
"Promise?" He whispered.
"Yes." She replied, trying to focus on his face.
"Okay." He said before finally pressing his lips against hers. They were so intoxicated they didn't even realize what they were doing and before either knew it, he was lifting her shirt over her head and she was doing the same. He softly pushed her on the bed and began trying to take her bra off. In his state it was hard but he did manage it. He was working on her belt with one hand and holding onto the back of her head with the other. When he was finished with her pants he stood back to admire her and smiled before removing his own pants. He lay on top of her, both in their underwear and just as his hands managed to find their way to the top of her panties, the door opened and both stopped to look at the intruder.
Billie Joe stood for a second, just staring at the two. One his son, one his love, lying in bed together, half-naked. He thought about yelling at first but no sound came out. Just a soft sob. He stared as his son sat down on the bed and how his girlfriend sat there looking at him, covering up with the pillow. A steady stream of tears started flowing from his eyes. Turning around he went down the stairs and into his bedroom. He locked the door and flopped on the bed. The thoughts flooding through his head. IF he hadn't walked in, they would have kept going. They would have had sex. His son and the woman he loved. She said she loved him and would wait for marriage before anything but so easily gave in to Joey. As far as he knew they could be continuing right now like he had never came in. He sobbed into the bed sheets and tugged at his hair until he fell asleep. The next morning he woke up to the soft knocking on the door.
"Yeah?"
"Can, I come in?"
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
He sighed and wiped his eyes off on the sheets, "I guess."
Trista walked in slowly fully clothed. Sitting on the bed beside him, she turned and hugged him, only to have him push her away. She looked down into her lap, "I'm sorry, Billie Joe. I didn't realize what we were doing."
"I don't want to hear excuses. It doesn't matter why, or how. What matters is that you did and that it was without any thought at all."
The brunette nodded and stood up off the bed. "I am really sorry." She whispered.
"Just go. Please, and don't come back."
She nodded again and left, stepping out to find a living room full of crashed out friends and began to cry as she realized what she had just wrecked. Not just her relationship with Billie, but her band, her friendships and her life.
She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care, frankly. At that moment, she hated herself and would rather die then live with the pain of it all. But she couldn't, she wasn't nearly close enough to being ready to leave the planet so she decided to go home. Not Vancouver. Williams Lake. But for right now she had to find a hotel.
Billie sat with his head in his hands wondering what he had just done. What was the point? So she was gone, was he just going to dump his son, too? He decided to get dressed and get some coffee. When he left his bedroom he found that Mike was already making coffee.
"You look like shit, Billie. Are you okay?" The blonde bassist asked his friend, concerned.
"No, I had a problem with Trista and Joey last night."
"Did he spazz out again?"
"No, he. I, I caught them, in the act. So to say?"
"Act of what?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.
Billie just sighed and looked down and mike got the hint.
"So, what did you do?"
"I did something really stupid."
"What?"
"I told her to leave. And she did. But what do I do now? Do I tell Joey, my son, to leave too? I just don't know Man."
Mike nodded and looked down at his friend and sighed. "Where is she now?"
"Gone."
"Go get her man. That's all you can do is go find her and talk to her."
Billie nodded and grabbed the keys off the table for his BMW.
"When Joey wakes up, tell him I'm not mad and to stay here."
And with that he ran out the door to find his love.
Jakob walked into his brothers bedroom and over to the bed. "Joey, get up. We have to go to school."
Joey grumbled from under the blankets and swatted at his little brother.
"Come on lazy ass get up!"
"I'm tired, and I got a headache."
"That's your own fault." The younger boy scolded.
"Fuck fine." He said, sitting up.
He grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it on and in that small movement, the memory of last night flooded back.
"Oh. Shit." He mumbled under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing." Joey replied in a hurried manor.
"Your lying. What's wrong?"
"Nothing you nosey little shit."
"Joey, stop being stubborn or I'll tell mom how much you drank."
"Okay, okay. I, I feel so shitty."
"Why?"
"I fucked her. Well, almost. We almost fucked."
"Who?"
"Me and... " He just shook his head and looked down at his feet.
"Dad's girlfriend?" Jakob said, obviously disturbed.
"Yeah, her."
"What the fuck? Are you stupid? That is fucking sick."
"And why is it sick?" The green eyed teen snapped, "She is my age. Not dad's. And you were right, she's hot and there is just something, special. Like different about her. I don't know. It's all fucked up."
"Dude, well I have to go to school. Nice knowing you because he is going to kill you."
"Yeah. I know."
Billie drove down the street slowly, searching the roadside for Trista.
He turned the corner and sighed with relief seeing her crossing the road ahead. He parked the car on the side of the small road, pulled the keys out of the ignition and ran out after her.
"Trista!" He called.
She turned and saw him but kept walking.
"Please stop. I'm sorry." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Why would you be sorry? I fucked up, I made a mess of everything. You had a right to kick me out and it was probably for the better. Just go home."
"Yeah, you fucked up but every one makes mistakes-"
"Yeah, everyone fucks their boyfriends son." She cried, turning to face him.
"No but every one has made mistakes before. Are you going to let it ruin this?"
"And what is 'this'?"
"This, us. You know. Everything we had."
"We didn't have anything."
"We had each other. That was better than nothing."
She stood there, just looking at him, her eyes soaked with salty tears and wet mascara.
"Ever since I met you I have fucked up everything in your life."
"No, since I met you, everything has been better. I don't know what I was thinking before because with out you, everything, all of this, is pointless. I lost Adi; I'm not losing you too."
"I don't want to face them all."
"We will face them together. Come on." He said, hugging her.
She closed her eyes and stood there letting him embrace her with his love and warmth for a minute, "But what about Joey?"
"We will have to talk to him."
"Okay."
They walked back to the car slowly, with their arms around each others waists.
"Billie Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Billie and Trista went into the house to find every one crashed out still. Walking into the kitchen, they found Mike sitting at the table, drinking some coffee.
"Found each other I see." He smiled.
"Yeah." Billie Joe smiled back, "So did Joey come down?"
"Nah," Mike replied, "But Jakob did and he said Joey was waiting in his room for you."
"Okay. Thanks Mike. Come on, Tris."
They both walked slowly up the stairs and into the small room to the left.
"Joey." Billie said, looking down on his son.
"I'm dead." He muttered.
"No one is dead. We are just going to have a talk." The older Armstrong said, taking a seat on the bed, Trista following.
"We are going to talk about what happened. Last night was... "
"A mistake."
"Exactly. So I want you to tell me what happened."
"Well, we were in the kitchen talking and she asked if I could show her to the washroom. So I did and when she came out her shirt was only half zipped up. I was going to tell her but, it's like I stopped thinking because next thing I knew we were on my bed and you walked in... that's all I can remember." Joey explained.
"Okay." He said turning to Trista.
"I can't even remember half of what he just said."
"Okay. So why did it happen?"
"I don't really know." Joey said, "It just sort of, did."
