A Jason White Story, chapter 4
"JASON!" I yelled, and began to hit him with a pillow. Grace sat down, eyes wide.
"Arika! Fuck! Get off! Sorry!" Jason yelled, and eventually I stopped.
"No cussing around my daughter," I said flatly, as the phone began to ring,
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Arika, it's Billie," came the voice over the connection, "Look... I don't really understand about what just happened... But if you're not lying... Then I have a daughter?"
"Yeah. Look," I said, moving to the bedroom, "I owe you an explanation."
"Um... Fuck yes."
"Okay, so, basically, you know everything up to when we broke up right?"
"I think. Well, yeah."
"Okay, so actually, a few days after we broke up, I started throwing up. And my friend Maria, remember, the girl you cheated on me with?"
He lauged a bit, "Uh, yeah."
"And then wrote a song about. Well, anyways, she told me to check if I was pregnant, and I was."
"So why didn't you tell me?" he almost yelled.
"Well, at that point Longview had come out, and you were famous and I thought you would think..."
"ARIKA! YOU THINK I'M ANY HAPPIER NOW?"
"Well, no, but... Billie, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you when things calmed down a bit, but after Dookie you got married, and I thought it would be better to just avoid it all."
"And so you're telling me now because?"
"Because Grace is in love with your band! Because after five years your band is back from the dead! Billie, you don't understand-"
"No, I understand perfectly. You just don't want to share. Thanks Arika, you've just made me miss twelve years of my child's life."
"Well, if it helps, she would love to meet you."
There was a pause.
"What'd you say her name was?" he asked after a minute.
"Grace."
"What's she like?"
"She's a lot like... You. She plays guitar, she hates school, and uh... She's short and skinny."
"Oh thanks. Does she sing?"
"I dunno, haven't heard her. So, would you like to meet her?"
"Fuck yes."
"Well, when do you leave again?"
"Oh... Shit... Not 'til March. So, you wanna bring her over?"
"When?"
"Um, tomorrow?"
"Okay, that sounds good."
"Cool, what time do you want?"
"Hm... Lets see... It's a Wednesday, so she gets out at twelve thirty... Anytime after that."
"Well, how 'bout two?"
"Sounds good." Oh God, I sound like a mother. Well, don't kill me, I am.
So the next day, at two thirty, we are sitting in Billie's living room with Adrienne and Jason (who insisted on coming), and surprisingly their wasn't much that was awkward about the whole thing.
"So Grace," Adrienne said, "Billie says you like to play guitar. Is it true?"
"Yeah." Adrienne's being really nice to her, good, I was worried. I mean Adrienne's great, but she's a bit scary when she's mad.
"Yeah?" Billie says, stopping a conversation with Jason, "What's your guitar?"
"A Fender Stratocaster."
"Ooh really?" Billie said straightening up, "What color?"
"Red."
"Ooh! Yay. Adrienne, she is truly my daughter."
"I'm glad you feel that way Billie."
"Arika! Fuck! Get off! Sorry!" Jason yelled, and eventually I stopped.
"No cussing around my daughter," I said flatly, as the phone began to ring,
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Arika, it's Billie," came the voice over the connection, "Look... I don't really understand about what just happened... But if you're not lying... Then I have a daughter?"
"Yeah. Look," I said, moving to the bedroom, "I owe you an explanation."
"Um... Fuck yes."
"Okay, so, basically, you know everything up to when we broke up right?"
"I think. Well, yeah."
"Okay, so actually, a few days after we broke up, I started throwing up. And my friend Maria, remember, the girl you cheated on me with?"
He lauged a bit, "Uh, yeah."
"And then wrote a song about. Well, anyways, she told me to check if I was pregnant, and I was."
"So why didn't you tell me?" he almost yelled.
"Well, at that point Longview had come out, and you were famous and I thought you would think..."
"ARIKA! YOU THINK I'M ANY HAPPIER NOW?"
"Well, no, but... Billie, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you when things calmed down a bit, but after Dookie you got married, and I thought it would be better to just avoid it all."
"And so you're telling me now because?"
"Because Grace is in love with your band! Because after five years your band is back from the dead! Billie, you don't understand-"
"No, I understand perfectly. You just don't want to share. Thanks Arika, you've just made me miss twelve years of my child's life."
"Well, if it helps, she would love to meet you."
There was a pause.
"What'd you say her name was?" he asked after a minute.
"Grace."
"What's she like?"
"She's a lot like... You. She plays guitar, she hates school, and uh... She's short and skinny."
"Oh thanks. Does she sing?"
"I dunno, haven't heard her. So, would you like to meet her?"
"Fuck yes."
"Well, when do you leave again?"
"Oh... Shit... Not 'til March. So, you wanna bring her over?"
"When?"
"Um, tomorrow?"
"Okay, that sounds good."
"Cool, what time do you want?"
"Hm... Lets see... It's a Wednesday, so she gets out at twelve thirty... Anytime after that."
"Well, how 'bout two?"
"Sounds good." Oh God, I sound like a mother. Well, don't kill me, I am.
So the next day, at two thirty, we are sitting in Billie's living room with Adrienne and Jason (who insisted on coming), and surprisingly their wasn't much that was awkward about the whole thing.
"So Grace," Adrienne said, "Billie says you like to play guitar. Is it true?"
"Yeah." Adrienne's being really nice to her, good, I was worried. I mean Adrienne's great, but she's a bit scary when she's mad.
"Yeah?" Billie says, stopping a conversation with Jason, "What's your guitar?"
"A Fender Stratocaster."
"Ooh really?" Billie said straightening up, "What color?"
"Red."
"Ooh! Yay. Adrienne, she is truly my daughter."
"I'm glad you feel that way Billie."
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