Breaking up The Band, chapter 5
***That morning***
***Lia's POV***
I was looking back at the concert still.I bet my sister would like to be there.. she was obsessed with music..I bet she'd like Billie too.. and would be irritated that I was the one who gave him my phone number.
The phone rang, waking me up out of my half sleeping state."Damn... who's calling?" I said, glancing over at the clock. Nine. Not too bad.
It rang again.
"Okay, Okay, you win, I'll answer you." I said, sleepily grabbing the phone and muttering a hello.
"Hey, this is Billie. If you wanna go on tour with us, then you'd better pack NOW! We're going to leave for Minnesota tomorrow, so meet us by the Bookmobile by 24th and 3rd with all your crap if you wanna come."
"Yeah, Yeah. Minnesota, I know... 24th and 3rd. Bring all my shit if I wanna come.Tour...Billie. Goodnight, then, I'm going back to sleep." I said, hanging up the phone and burying myself in the covers.
"OH DAMN!" I cried, realizing what Billie Joe just said, stumbling out of bed and throwing on clothes." Nevermind about bringing anything. We're going on tour, that's all that matters... With that band."
With that, I left my apartment, left a note on the door, locked it, and without grabbing anything but my keys, I took off, heading for the corner 24th and 3rd.
***Billie's POV***
I guess Lia wasn't gonna go.I mean, asking her out of the glue wasn't the smartest idea.. Good news for Tre and Mike, I guess. They didn't want her here anyway.
I got off of the sidewalk and stopped watching the cars go by. I'd just go into the bus and wait a few more minutes. If Lia didn't come, then I'd go fetch Frank who was off getting groceries and get him back to drive the bus so we could leave to Minnesota. And then I'd try to keep in contact with Lia by letters once I got her address...
I had it all planned out.
I climbed the steps into the bus and quickly climbed up into my bunkbed, cramped and laying down to keep my head from hitting the wall in one very, very small corner, mulling it all over.
***Mike's POV***
"Hey, Billie, what's wrong? Lia not coming?" I asked, staring at him from the corner of the little nook we called the kitchenette. I knew he liked her.. And I was pretty sure she knew it herself.
"Dunno.. Maybe." He said dully." Where's Tre?" Billie asked, looking around.
"Said something about feeling sick.. He's in the water closet now, throwing up.. Said he had too much tequila." I said. Funny thing, because I didn't remember us having tequila in the fridge and we hadn't gone to a bar for a while..
A retching sound from the water closet answered my statement." Yup, he's either really drunk or roadsick." I said.
***Lia's POV***
I was looking back at the concert still.I bet my sister would like to be there.. she was obsessed with music..I bet she'd like Billie too.. and would be irritated that I was the one who gave him my phone number.
The phone rang, waking me up out of my half sleeping state."Damn... who's calling?" I said, glancing over at the clock. Nine. Not too bad.
It rang again.
"Okay, Okay, you win, I'll answer you." I said, sleepily grabbing the phone and muttering a hello.
"Hey, this is Billie. If you wanna go on tour with us, then you'd better pack NOW! We're going to leave for Minnesota tomorrow, so meet us by the Bookmobile by 24th and 3rd with all your crap if you wanna come."
"Yeah, Yeah. Minnesota, I know... 24th and 3rd. Bring all my shit if I wanna come.Tour...Billie. Goodnight, then, I'm going back to sleep." I said, hanging up the phone and burying myself in the covers.
"OH DAMN!" I cried, realizing what Billie Joe just said, stumbling out of bed and throwing on clothes." Nevermind about bringing anything. We're going on tour, that's all that matters... With that band."
With that, I left my apartment, left a note on the door, locked it, and without grabbing anything but my keys, I took off, heading for the corner 24th and 3rd.
***Billie's POV***
I guess Lia wasn't gonna go.I mean, asking her out of the glue wasn't the smartest idea.. Good news for Tre and Mike, I guess. They didn't want her here anyway.
I got off of the sidewalk and stopped watching the cars go by. I'd just go into the bus and wait a few more minutes. If Lia didn't come, then I'd go fetch Frank who was off getting groceries and get him back to drive the bus so we could leave to Minnesota. And then I'd try to keep in contact with Lia by letters once I got her address...
I had it all planned out.
I climbed the steps into the bus and quickly climbed up into my bunkbed, cramped and laying down to keep my head from hitting the wall in one very, very small corner, mulling it all over.
***Mike's POV***
"Hey, Billie, what's wrong? Lia not coming?" I asked, staring at him from the corner of the little nook we called the kitchenette. I knew he liked her.. And I was pretty sure she knew it herself.
"Dunno.. Maybe." He said dully." Where's Tre?" Billie asked, looking around.
"Said something about feeling sick.. He's in the water closet now, throwing up.. Said he had too much tequila." I said. Funny thing, because I didn't remember us having tequila in the fridge and we hadn't gone to a bar for a while..
A retching sound from the water closet answered my statement." Yup, he's either really drunk or roadsick." I said.
