Billie is my mom?!?!, chapter 1
*Stef's POV*
Well its official... it's like the world held me close the dropped to the floor and puked on me. I am a 13 year old girl who's parents just up and left for no reason. The day they left they were screaming at me because I had my music up too loud, one thing led to another and they packed their stuff and ran out the door saying something about me not being their child. So now I have no family and soon to have no where to live since the rent for this place is due in about a week. My friends have tried to help me in any way they can but I know none of them will set me straight. Keirsten is trying to help me find a job, but what place is going to hire a 13 year old who has no experience. Rebecca and Lorie have also tried to get me some food and find a place to live, but I know any food will dry up fast and any home will be torn away from me. I just hope I can get through this without having to resort to drowning myself in a tub, or jumping of a cliff, or slitting my wrists, or any of that morbid shit.
*Tre's POV*
"Billie!! Mike!! Get in here! I found her! I finally found her!" I screamed from the computer. Billie and Mike rushed into the room as quick as they could.
"Are you sure it's her?" Mike asked out of breath.
"Positive," I said, with pride in my voice.
"Well, should we go see her?" Billie asked after a period of silence.
"Of course we are gonna go see her, numb nuts," replied Mike.
*1 hour later*
"Ok guys, pack your stuff, we leave for Canada tomorrow morning," I said having just hung up the phone. "I wonder what her reaction will be when she sees us. Probably like this, 'Holy Fucking Shit its Tre Cool the most awesome being of awsomeness in the whole fucking universe,'"
"Yah Tre that's what she's gonna do," Mike said while rolling his eyes.
"Yah, then she's gonna do a handstand and turn it into a slumbersault, and go flying out the door." I said excitedly.
"Do you mean summersault?"
"Whatever I'm gonna call it a slumbersault from now on."
"Ok, you do that Tre."
"I will."
"I can't believe I finally get to see her after all this time," Billie said nearly in tears.
*Stef's POV*
*The Next Day*
I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello" I said grudgingly with the sound of sleep still in my voice
"Hey, how are you today?"
"Oh hey Becca, well it was alright until you woke me up."
"Sorry, I was just checking up on you, you know all of us are doing the best we can to help you."
"I know, this thing really showed me who really cares about me."
"Ok me and Keirsten and Lorie are going to stop by later ok"
"Thanks, I will see you guys then."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I don't know why but I felt something particular interesting was going to happen today. But I shook the feeling off and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything left to eat in this broken home.
*At the Airport*
Beep! Beep! The metal detector screeched loudly.
"Come on Tre what else can you possibly have on you" Billie said slightly annoyed
Tre had already emptied his pockets of coins, a broken watch, paperclips, and spoons.
"Lets see what else do I have that's metal?" Tre thought aloud. "Oh now I remember, it's the spatula in my boxers."
Tre fished around in his pants for a while until he finally pulled out a spatula, placed it on the counter and walked through the metal detector for the fifth time. This time he was clean. Tre collected his items and walked off with Mike and Billie by his side. No one questioned the matter until the plane ride.
"What possible reason did you have a spatula for? And in your boxers for that matter?" Mike asked with a look of 'Do-I-Really-Want-To-Know-This?'
Tre got into his long winded story of why he needed a spatula, saying it just loud enough for the few rows of people around them to hear his story, because he figured they would like his story instead of the shitty movie, 'The Lizzie McGuire Movie.'
*Stef's POV*
I had just finished up my 'amazing' breakfast of mayonnaise covered crackers. I just threw the dishes anywhere. I figured since they were going to take this house in a few days, they will do some major cleaning. I took extra care to try and make the biggest messes possible. But I did keep a few rooms relatively clean, my bedroom (I need to sleep there you know), the den (so my friends could feel at least a bit comfortable), and that's about it. Just then the doorbell rang. Oh great I figured some bank stiffs were here.
I opened the door and standing there was my absolute favourite band ever, Green Day.
"No way, I must be dreaming this" I said bewildered
"Nope it is really us, this is Mike and this one here is Tre and I'm Billie Joe." Billie said pointing at the three of them respectively, "But I'm sure you probably knew that.
"But why are you guys here?"
"Well it is a long story, could we please come in?"
"Oh right, yah sure come in but it is a bit of a mess."
Billie, Mike, and Tre walked into the house, past all the mess as Stef led them to the den.
"A bit of a mess? It was like world war 4 in there" said Tre
"There were only 2 world wars" Billie replied
"Yah your point being."
"Most people say World War 3 when they use a figure of speech"
"Well I'm not most people, Billie I am only one person, people is plural."
"Ok then, now back to why we are here." Billie said turning to me while flipping off Tre when his head was turned.
"Yah what exactly is going on?" I said still confused as ever
"Well basically, you were adopted and I am kind of... "Billie said trailing off not quite sure how to tell Stef what exactly he had to tell her.
"You're kind of what?"
"You probably won't believe this but I am you're... ... "
What will Billie say? What is he? Well I'm sure you probably got it from the title but stay tuned to hear the whole story.
Well its official... it's like the world held me close the dropped to the floor and puked on me. I am a 13 year old girl who's parents just up and left for no reason. The day they left they were screaming at me because I had my music up too loud, one thing led to another and they packed their stuff and ran out the door saying something about me not being their child. So now I have no family and soon to have no where to live since the rent for this place is due in about a week. My friends have tried to help me in any way they can but I know none of them will set me straight. Keirsten is trying to help me find a job, but what place is going to hire a 13 year old who has no experience. Rebecca and Lorie have also tried to get me some food and find a place to live, but I know any food will dry up fast and any home will be torn away from me. I just hope I can get through this without having to resort to drowning myself in a tub, or jumping of a cliff, or slitting my wrists, or any of that morbid shit.
*Tre's POV*
"Billie!! Mike!! Get in here! I found her! I finally found her!" I screamed from the computer. Billie and Mike rushed into the room as quick as they could.
"Are you sure it's her?" Mike asked out of breath.
"Positive," I said, with pride in my voice.
"Well, should we go see her?" Billie asked after a period of silence.
"Of course we are gonna go see her, numb nuts," replied Mike.
*1 hour later*
"Ok guys, pack your stuff, we leave for Canada tomorrow morning," I said having just hung up the phone. "I wonder what her reaction will be when she sees us. Probably like this, 'Holy Fucking Shit its Tre Cool the most awesome being of awsomeness in the whole fucking universe,'"
"Yah Tre that's what she's gonna do," Mike said while rolling his eyes.
"Yah, then she's gonna do a handstand and turn it into a slumbersault, and go flying out the door." I said excitedly.
"Do you mean summersault?"
"Whatever I'm gonna call it a slumbersault from now on."
"Ok, you do that Tre."
"I will."
"I can't believe I finally get to see her after all this time," Billie said nearly in tears.
*Stef's POV*
*The Next Day*
I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello" I said grudgingly with the sound of sleep still in my voice
"Hey, how are you today?"
"Oh hey Becca, well it was alright until you woke me up."
"Sorry, I was just checking up on you, you know all of us are doing the best we can to help you."
"I know, this thing really showed me who really cares about me."
"Ok me and Keirsten and Lorie are going to stop by later ok"
"Thanks, I will see you guys then."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I don't know why but I felt something particular interesting was going to happen today. But I shook the feeling off and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything left to eat in this broken home.
*At the Airport*
Beep! Beep! The metal detector screeched loudly.
"Come on Tre what else can you possibly have on you" Billie said slightly annoyed
Tre had already emptied his pockets of coins, a broken watch, paperclips, and spoons.
"Lets see what else do I have that's metal?" Tre thought aloud. "Oh now I remember, it's the spatula in my boxers."
Tre fished around in his pants for a while until he finally pulled out a spatula, placed it on the counter and walked through the metal detector for the fifth time. This time he was clean. Tre collected his items and walked off with Mike and Billie by his side. No one questioned the matter until the plane ride.
"What possible reason did you have a spatula for? And in your boxers for that matter?" Mike asked with a look of 'Do-I-Really-Want-To-Know-This?'
Tre got into his long winded story of why he needed a spatula, saying it just loud enough for the few rows of people around them to hear his story, because he figured they would like his story instead of the shitty movie, 'The Lizzie McGuire Movie.'
*Stef's POV*
I had just finished up my 'amazing' breakfast of mayonnaise covered crackers. I just threw the dishes anywhere. I figured since they were going to take this house in a few days, they will do some major cleaning. I took extra care to try and make the biggest messes possible. But I did keep a few rooms relatively clean, my bedroom (I need to sleep there you know), the den (so my friends could feel at least a bit comfortable), and that's about it. Just then the doorbell rang. Oh great I figured some bank stiffs were here.
I opened the door and standing there was my absolute favourite band ever, Green Day.
"No way, I must be dreaming this" I said bewildered
"Nope it is really us, this is Mike and this one here is Tre and I'm Billie Joe." Billie said pointing at the three of them respectively, "But I'm sure you probably knew that.
"But why are you guys here?"
"Well it is a long story, could we please come in?"
"Oh right, yah sure come in but it is a bit of a mess."
Billie, Mike, and Tre walked into the house, past all the mess as Stef led them to the den.
"A bit of a mess? It was like world war 4 in there" said Tre
"There were only 2 world wars" Billie replied
"Yah your point being."
"Most people say World War 3 when they use a figure of speech"
"Well I'm not most people, Billie I am only one person, people is plural."
"Ok then, now back to why we are here." Billie said turning to me while flipping off Tre when his head was turned.
"Yah what exactly is going on?" I said still confused as ever
"Well basically, you were adopted and I am kind of... "Billie said trailing off not quite sure how to tell Stef what exactly he had to tell her.
"You're kind of what?"
"You probably won't believe this but I am you're... ... "
What will Billie say? What is he? Well I'm sure you probably got it from the title but stay tuned to hear the whole story.
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