Billie Joe, will you be my Daddy?, chapter 2
*Kimo's P.O.V.*
We finished the set and man it was fricken awesome! We ended with She's a Rebel and the crowd just ate it up. I put down my guitar and pulled out a bottle of water, man that tasted sweet. As I walked off stage, am man walked into me. He was obviously drunk so I didn't push the matter. When he steaded himself against me I figured normal right? Wrong, as he came into veiw I saw one of my favorite percussionist Tre Cool.
"Billie, when did you grow boobs?" He asked me in slurred speech. Man he must have been drunk, I saw a Vodkabomb in his hands and that must have at least been his thrid or fourth because I made his first and second.
"I'm not Billie." I said dully and he squinted his eyes.
"No your Billie, quit trying to trick a drunk man...seriously though when did you grow boobs, very nice boobs too." He grabbed my boobs, I was shocked, not even drunk men were supposed to act like this. "Maybe implants? Man you must be drunker than I am!" He said before falling into my arms. He wasn't heavy so I did what any loyal Green Day fan would...I took him home with me; to the apartment that I shared with Kim W. and Becky.
*Becky's P.O.V.*
We had him on the bed. Kimo started taking off his shoes, Kim W. took off his shirt and I guess that left me the pants. Yah!
"Hey Kimo boxers or Breifs?" I asked while I unbuttoned his pants.
"So boxers." She said and I shook my head "No way breifs all the way." I unzipped his pants and I saw red and blue spandex? I looked up, it looked like Tre had a secret...he wore a superman costume underneath his suits.
"Should I?" Kim W. Asked pulling on his shirt. I nodded and smiled. When we had stripped Tre of his Superman attire I saw that Tre Cool was a breif man.
"Haha! I win!" I shouted and as we carried Tre to the bed in which he would be sleeping I thought to myself, what does Mike wear?
*Taylor's P.O.V.*
I don't know how long I cried in Billie's arms, but when the tears had dried I still sobbed. I had lost my first love and now this man came in and called me a whore! He comforted me and when he couldn't stand any longer we went to the couch. He let me lay my head on his chest as I still cried. He smoothed his hands through my hair and as I began to stop I noticed how good he smelled. He wasn't smokey for that I was grateful, he smelled pleasent, making me remember the colone I used to buy just to make my room smell good.
"I'm done now thank you..." I said bluching though on my red face I'm sure you couldn't tell.
"I've always been a good shoulder to cry on..." He said, I laid back down on his chest and breathed in deep. Then Michael Jr. came running into the room, he had brown hair and eyes just like his daddy, was the spitting image infact. He was holding Mister Bear and nearly flung himself into my arms. Billie smiled down at us and I smiled back.
"Mama, look what Mister Bear and I found!" He said squealing with excitement. I looked down and he held my prom picture. My senior prom, a night filled with magic, Michael Jr. had been two and stayed with his grandmum. I looked into the face of my former husband. He was smiling, his eyes filled with joy, I was looking up at him, with love in my eyes. That was the night he had proposed, on our five year dating anniversy.
"That's wonderful...Mike." I said, my eyes filling up again. Junior looked into my face and dabbed away at my tears with Mister Bear's paw.
"It's okay mommy." he said not knowing what was wrong...I looked at my watch and tried to sound cheerful.
"It's noon, time for you to go to Ken's house." Junior's face lit up and he ran to the door, put on his shoes and ran across the street to where his friend Ken was waiting.
I buried my head in Billie's chest. I raised my head so that my eyes were level with his...I still had tears on my face but they were drying now. He looked at me with Green Eyes filled with emotion...
*Billie's P.O.V.*
I've never done something like this. I've always loved Adrienne, but when I was on tour, groupies and whores filled my nights she knew that. Now I felt something different. This woman had taken me in, feed me, nursed me...Then I had made her cry, I'm such a stupid fuck. Then her son, I saw the picture, he's a spitting immage of his father, and she lives with that everyday.
Yeah I know that Adrienne and the boys were coming to visit me in two nights, but at this point I don't care. I lifted her face, such a sweet, beautiful face. With her round lips and hugepenetrating eyes, she looked like an angel with that blonde hair framing her face.
I touched her lips to mine, a slow soft kiss at first. Then that feeling, an urge so strong that it made me ach with it. I didn't want her to cry anymore, I wanted to make her happy...I wanted to make her whole again. I kissed her longer than I ever have any groupie, whore, or even my beloved Adrienne and when I parted away from her, the room stopped spinning and my gut had calmed down. I knew that I had to leave or I might fall for this beautiful girl and her adored son.
*Michael's P.O.V.*
I went over to Ken's house Mister Bear. He's been my bestest friend forever. His daddy went away to. His daddy and my daddy both went to the far away country, but his daddy didn't go to god. Ken's daddy came home with a flag that he gave to my mommy and a missing leg. Every time I go over Ken and I try to find his leg but he says that it's with my daddy in heaven waiting for me.
I made mommy cry, and I don't know why Mister Bear. I found the picture of her and my daddy, at least I think it was my daddy, and then she was crying. Mister Bear Billie Joe looked like he wanted to cry to. Maybe I should get them something so they don't have to cry anymore. Tonight at bed time when mommy tucks us in I'm gonna tell her that I want a daddy again. Even if he's like Ken's daddy and don't have no leg, or like Marie's daddy and can't walk no more, Mister Bear I don't even care if he can't talk or see anymore like Haley and Brittany's daddies...I just really want a daddy...
We finished the set and man it was fricken awesome! We ended with She's a Rebel and the crowd just ate it up. I put down my guitar and pulled out a bottle of water, man that tasted sweet. As I walked off stage, am man walked into me. He was obviously drunk so I didn't push the matter. When he steaded himself against me I figured normal right? Wrong, as he came into veiw I saw one of my favorite percussionist Tre Cool.
"Billie, when did you grow boobs?" He asked me in slurred speech. Man he must have been drunk, I saw a Vodkabomb in his hands and that must have at least been his thrid or fourth because I made his first and second.
"I'm not Billie." I said dully and he squinted his eyes.
"No your Billie, quit trying to trick a drunk man...seriously though when did you grow boobs, very nice boobs too." He grabbed my boobs, I was shocked, not even drunk men were supposed to act like this. "Maybe implants? Man you must be drunker than I am!" He said before falling into my arms. He wasn't heavy so I did what any loyal Green Day fan would...I took him home with me; to the apartment that I shared with Kim W. and Becky.
*Becky's P.O.V.*
We had him on the bed. Kimo started taking off his shoes, Kim W. took off his shirt and I guess that left me the pants. Yah!
"Hey Kimo boxers or Breifs?" I asked while I unbuttoned his pants.
"So boxers." She said and I shook my head "No way breifs all the way." I unzipped his pants and I saw red and blue spandex? I looked up, it looked like Tre had a secret...he wore a superman costume underneath his suits.
"Should I?" Kim W. Asked pulling on his shirt. I nodded and smiled. When we had stripped Tre of his Superman attire I saw that Tre Cool was a breif man.
"Haha! I win!" I shouted and as we carried Tre to the bed in which he would be sleeping I thought to myself, what does Mike wear?
*Taylor's P.O.V.*
I don't know how long I cried in Billie's arms, but when the tears had dried I still sobbed. I had lost my first love and now this man came in and called me a whore! He comforted me and when he couldn't stand any longer we went to the couch. He let me lay my head on his chest as I still cried. He smoothed his hands through my hair and as I began to stop I noticed how good he smelled. He wasn't smokey for that I was grateful, he smelled pleasent, making me remember the colone I used to buy just to make my room smell good.
"I'm done now thank you..." I said bluching though on my red face I'm sure you couldn't tell.
"I've always been a good shoulder to cry on..." He said, I laid back down on his chest and breathed in deep. Then Michael Jr. came running into the room, he had brown hair and eyes just like his daddy, was the spitting image infact. He was holding Mister Bear and nearly flung himself into my arms. Billie smiled down at us and I smiled back.
"Mama, look what Mister Bear and I found!" He said squealing with excitement. I looked down and he held my prom picture. My senior prom, a night filled with magic, Michael Jr. had been two and stayed with his grandmum. I looked into the face of my former husband. He was smiling, his eyes filled with joy, I was looking up at him, with love in my eyes. That was the night he had proposed, on our five year dating anniversy.
"That's wonderful...Mike." I said, my eyes filling up again. Junior looked into my face and dabbed away at my tears with Mister Bear's paw.
"It's okay mommy." he said not knowing what was wrong...I looked at my watch and tried to sound cheerful.
"It's noon, time for you to go to Ken's house." Junior's face lit up and he ran to the door, put on his shoes and ran across the street to where his friend Ken was waiting.
I buried my head in Billie's chest. I raised my head so that my eyes were level with his...I still had tears on my face but they were drying now. He looked at me with Green Eyes filled with emotion...
*Billie's P.O.V.*
I've never done something like this. I've always loved Adrienne, but when I was on tour, groupies and whores filled my nights she knew that. Now I felt something different. This woman had taken me in, feed me, nursed me...Then I had made her cry, I'm such a stupid fuck. Then her son, I saw the picture, he's a spitting immage of his father, and she lives with that everyday.
Yeah I know that Adrienne and the boys were coming to visit me in two nights, but at this point I don't care. I lifted her face, such a sweet, beautiful face. With her round lips and hugepenetrating eyes, she looked like an angel with that blonde hair framing her face.
I touched her lips to mine, a slow soft kiss at first. Then that feeling, an urge so strong that it made me ach with it. I didn't want her to cry anymore, I wanted to make her happy...I wanted to make her whole again. I kissed her longer than I ever have any groupie, whore, or even my beloved Adrienne and when I parted away from her, the room stopped spinning and my gut had calmed down. I knew that I had to leave or I might fall for this beautiful girl and her adored son.
*Michael's P.O.V.*
I went over to Ken's house Mister Bear. He's been my bestest friend forever. His daddy went away to. His daddy and my daddy both went to the far away country, but his daddy didn't go to god. Ken's daddy came home with a flag that he gave to my mommy and a missing leg. Every time I go over Ken and I try to find his leg but he says that it's with my daddy in heaven waiting for me.
I made mommy cry, and I don't know why Mister Bear. I found the picture of her and my daddy, at least I think it was my daddy, and then she was crying. Mister Bear Billie Joe looked like he wanted to cry to. Maybe I should get them something so they don't have to cry anymore. Tonight at bed time when mommy tucks us in I'm gonna tell her that I want a daddy again. Even if he's like Ken's daddy and don't have no leg, or like Marie's daddy and can't walk no more, Mister Bear I don't even care if he can't talk or see anymore like Haley and Brittany's daddies...I just really want a daddy...
