A Jason White Story, chapter 3
"HOLY FUCK!" came Billie's voice over the receiver after a minute, "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to-"
"And then you decided it wasn't important? What the hell Arika?"
"No, then you got all famous, and then you got married, and had your son and I dunno... I didn't think it would be good."
"Well, obviously it would have been better! I can't talk right now, I need to go somewhere. I'll... uh. Call you."
"Do you know my number?"
"No. What is it?" I sighed and gave it to him, this was not going as good as it could have.
"Okay, bye." He hung up and I turned to Jason.
"Well..." he said, trying not to smile, "For Billie, he took that fairly well I'd say." He grinned, I couldn't help it, so did I.
"Shut up," I said, kicking him.
"Ooh, immature, VERY immature."
Ten minutes later, we were opening the door to my tiny house in Oakland. I heard American Idiot coming out of Grace's room. Odd, she doesn't usually listen to that CD.
"Grace, honey, c'mere," I yelled, motioning for Jason to sit.
"What?"
"Come here."
"I didn't do it."
"You're not in trouble. COME HERE!" The last part I nearly screeched.
"Calm down," Jason said quietly.
"I'm fine." Grace walked into the room. Green Day t-shirt, jeans and red and black Converse.
"Holy-" she said.
"Don't you dare," I warned. Grace (like her father) cusses.
"You're from Green Day," she gaped, pointing at Jason.
"Well, technically not."
"Whatever, but you like...know them."
"Yeah. I do. But your mother knows them better." Shit.
"Jason, leave me out of this."
"Mom? You know them?" Obviously to late. Jason grinned evilly at me, I stuck my tongue out.
"Yeah...well, I did. In like...'93."
"You know Grace, you look a lot like Billie Joe," Jason said, slyly.
"JASON! SHUT YOUR MOUTH! YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled suddenly. Grace looked shocked, Mommy NEVER uses the word 'asshole.'
"God Arika, you're over reacting, plenty of girls look like Billie."
"I will tell you one more time. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"Mom, you're being hypocritical."
"Whatever."
"I'm just sayin'..." Jason grinned, knowing he had annoyed me.
"Stupid ass."
"So, Mom," Grace said, deciding to leave the issue alone, "How did you know Green Day?"
"Um-" I began.
"Gilman, and well-" Jason cut in.
"JASON! DON'T YOU DARE!"
"-Billie's bed."
"Dirty pervert."
"You had sex with Billie Joe Armstrong?" Grace gaped at me.
"Yeah. Don't worry, he didn't cheat on Adrienne, they were broken up."
"Ohhhhh, wait. SEX with BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! HOLY SHIT MOM, DID YOU TWO USE PROTECTION?"
"No," Jason said, laughing.
"I was going to-"
"And then you decided it wasn't important? What the hell Arika?"
"No, then you got all famous, and then you got married, and had your son and I dunno... I didn't think it would be good."
"Well, obviously it would have been better! I can't talk right now, I need to go somewhere. I'll... uh. Call you."
"Do you know my number?"
"No. What is it?" I sighed and gave it to him, this was not going as good as it could have.
"Okay, bye." He hung up and I turned to Jason.
"Well..." he said, trying not to smile, "For Billie, he took that fairly well I'd say." He grinned, I couldn't help it, so did I.
"Shut up," I said, kicking him.
"Ooh, immature, VERY immature."
Ten minutes later, we were opening the door to my tiny house in Oakland. I heard American Idiot coming out of Grace's room. Odd, she doesn't usually listen to that CD.
"Grace, honey, c'mere," I yelled, motioning for Jason to sit.
"What?"
"Come here."
"I didn't do it."
"You're not in trouble. COME HERE!" The last part I nearly screeched.
"Calm down," Jason said quietly.
"I'm fine." Grace walked into the room. Green Day t-shirt, jeans and red and black Converse.
"Holy-" she said.
"Don't you dare," I warned. Grace (like her father) cusses.
"You're from Green Day," she gaped, pointing at Jason.
"Well, technically not."
"Whatever, but you like...know them."
"Yeah. I do. But your mother knows them better." Shit.
"Jason, leave me out of this."
"Mom? You know them?" Obviously to late. Jason grinned evilly at me, I stuck my tongue out.
"Yeah...well, I did. In like...'93."
"You know Grace, you look a lot like Billie Joe," Jason said, slyly.
"JASON! SHUT YOUR MOUTH! YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled suddenly. Grace looked shocked, Mommy NEVER uses the word 'asshole.'
"God Arika, you're over reacting, plenty of girls look like Billie."
"I will tell you one more time. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"Mom, you're being hypocritical."
"Whatever."
"I'm just sayin'..." Jason grinned, knowing he had annoyed me.
"Stupid ass."
"So, Mom," Grace said, deciding to leave the issue alone, "How did you know Green Day?"
"Um-" I began.
"Gilman, and well-" Jason cut in.
"JASON! DON'T YOU DARE!"
"-Billie's bed."
"Dirty pervert."
"You had sex with Billie Joe Armstrong?" Grace gaped at me.
"Yeah. Don't worry, he didn't cheat on Adrienne, they were broken up."
"Ohhhhh, wait. SEX with BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! HOLY SHIT MOM, DID YOU TWO USE PROTECTION?"
"No," Jason said, laughing.
