My encounter with Green Day, chapter 9
At about 6:30 Tre and Jess decided to go home. We all said good bye and went into the living room to talk.
"So, I can't wait till tomorrow." I laughed.
"Yeah this is going to be awesome dude." Pam agreed.
A while later Pam and Mike left too.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked Billie as he closed the door.
He grinned mischievously and stepped closer. "I think I know what I want to do."
"Billie, the boys will be home any minute." I giggled.
He smiled. "But when their in bed... "
"I'll go to my room and you'll go to yours. You are forgetting a few things, Billie Joe." I laughed. "One, I'm not doing anything because as you have seemed to forgotten, your ex-wife is coming home at eleven and I don't think she wants to come home o hear you goin' at it with a person half her age, and two. I'm not doin' anything until I am bound legally with a 24-carrot diamond ring."
He kissed me quickly, "I guess I could wait, a little longer." He leaned in and kissed me deeply. I smiled into his lips and began kissing back just as the door opened. "Eww, dad that's so sick!" I jumped away from Billie Joe and looked at the two boys standing in the doorway.
"Dad, who the fuck is that?" The taller one asked, pointing at me.
"This is Trista. Um, and this is Jakob and Joey." The rocker told the three of us.
"How old is she? 'Cas she doesn't look that old." Joey said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"She's, uh. She is... "
"I'm nineteen." I told him. Billie glanced over nervously.
"What the fuck?" Joey exploded.
"Dad she is like fucking my age! Are you a fucking mental patient?"
"No, I'm not a mental patient. I'm just... "
"A perverted old fuck who left my mom for some gold digging slut."
I fell over slightly. Ouch. I looked over at Billie and down at my shoes. Billie looked like he was about to pop.
"Joseph Marcicano Armstrong! You fucking appologize right now!"
"Fuck You! I think that's fucking sick!"
"I-"
"Billie. Stop, I'm, just going t-to go. Now." I said, picking up my bag.
"At least she's fucking smart." Joey muttered.
"Where are you going to go?" Billie Joe asked.
"I have enough for a hotel. I'll see you tomorrow for the concert."
"Trista, don't go."
"No, it's fine, I'm fine. I'll just go. Okay. Bye. Nice meeting you, guys." I nodded to Joey and Jakob and walked out the door.
And then came the tears...
"So, I can't wait till tomorrow." I laughed.
"Yeah this is going to be awesome dude." Pam agreed.
A while later Pam and Mike left too.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked Billie as he closed the door.
He grinned mischievously and stepped closer. "I think I know what I want to do."
"Billie, the boys will be home any minute." I giggled.
He smiled. "But when their in bed... "
"I'll go to my room and you'll go to yours. You are forgetting a few things, Billie Joe." I laughed. "One, I'm not doing anything because as you have seemed to forgotten, your ex-wife is coming home at eleven and I don't think she wants to come home o hear you goin' at it with a person half her age, and two. I'm not doin' anything until I am bound legally with a 24-carrot diamond ring."
He kissed me quickly, "I guess I could wait, a little longer." He leaned in and kissed me deeply. I smiled into his lips and began kissing back just as the door opened. "Eww, dad that's so sick!" I jumped away from Billie Joe and looked at the two boys standing in the doorway.
"Dad, who the fuck is that?" The taller one asked, pointing at me.
"This is Trista. Um, and this is Jakob and Joey." The rocker told the three of us.
"How old is she? 'Cas she doesn't look that old." Joey said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"She's, uh. She is... "
"I'm nineteen." I told him. Billie glanced over nervously.
"What the fuck?" Joey exploded.
"Dad she is like fucking my age! Are you a fucking mental patient?"
"No, I'm not a mental patient. I'm just... "
"A perverted old fuck who left my mom for some gold digging slut."
I fell over slightly. Ouch. I looked over at Billie and down at my shoes. Billie looked like he was about to pop.
"Joseph Marcicano Armstrong! You fucking appologize right now!"
"Fuck You! I think that's fucking sick!"
"I-"
"Billie. Stop, I'm, just going t-to go. Now." I said, picking up my bag.
"At least she's fucking smart." Joey muttered.
"Where are you going to go?" Billie Joe asked.
"I have enough for a hotel. I'll see you tomorrow for the concert."
"Trista, don't go."
"No, it's fine, I'm fine. I'll just go. Okay. Bye. Nice meeting you, guys." I nodded to Joey and Jakob and walked out the door.
And then came the tears...
