Someone By My Side (sequel to My Life With Green Day), chapter 3
"Dude! Yeah I understand you like her but your fucking married," Tre said warningly.
"No shit Sherlock but I really love Brittany and I respect Billie Joe but I think I like Courtney," Mike said, almost angry with Tre like it was his fault.
"I don't know what to say to you right now," Tre replied.
He paused a moment, rubbing his chin in frustration.
"Actually I do," he said suddenly. "I have a better question for you; do you think she is falling for you?"
Mike didn't answer right away, for he was stunned by the maturity Tre was showing.
"Well?"
"Probably not," Mike sighed unhappily.
"I mean she has Billie for fucks sake. That's every chick's fantasy."
"You should spend time with her," Tre said wisely.
Mike nodded and took his cell phone from his jacket pocket.
*Back to me*
Hello," I asked as I picked up my cell phone.
I was in the middle of reading some magazine Billie had. To my surprise, it wasn't a Playboy Magazine.
"Hello," I repeated.
"Hey Courtney," Mike's jolly voice said.
I sat up and dropped the magazine I was holding.
"Do you want to go see a movie with me," Mike asked.
"Sure! Let me go get Billie, ' I said as I flopped from my seat on an armchair.
"No! I mean, umm, just us. Me and you," Mike sputtered.
He sounded as if he were arguing with himself if he should do this or not.
"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes," I said.
"See you then. Oh but if you are anything like Billie Joe, see you in 3 hours."
We hung up and I quickly rushed into the bedroom to get dressed. Billie was sitting in the bedroom by himself. His eyes were fixated on something behind me.
"Hey, you aren't really mad at me are you?"
He turned his head away, ignoring me and my question.
"So that would be a yes," I said sarcastically, hoping to get a laugh out of him.
I got dressed and headed downstairs to the lobby.
"You ready," Mike asked.
"Yeah," I replied quietly.
This was going to be an awkward ride. He hauled us a cab and then let me slide into the back. Luckily, it was a short ride so the silence didn't last long.
"So what are we seeing," I asked after the taxi had dropped us off.
"Um... You know that new Johnny Knoxville movie? What's that called? Oh yeah the Ringer... That's what we are seeing," Mike rambled.
I laughed as his face flushed a slight pink color. To be honest, I don't even remember what the movie was about.
When had our seat in the theatre, Mike turned to me and asked, "How come you never talk about your parents or siblings?"
"My parents died when I was really young. I have one younger brother who I haven't seen in years," I said quickly, not wanting to bring back all the pain of losing my parents.
"Oh," Mike sighed quietly, realizing he had brought up a touchy subject.
He held my hand in his and stroked it gently, trying to make me feel better. I smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. He jerked back a bit, as if he wasn't suspecting it, which he probably wasn't. I backed up quickly but then after looking at him, I kissed him again, a bit more forcefully then before.
"Um.... Mike, should we be doing this? I mean, you're married to one of my best friends and I'm engaged to yours," I pointed out before anything really big happened.
"Yeah I guess we shouldn't," Mike sighed sadly as he grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the theatre and we dawdled around a nearby park.
"So Mike, will you teach me to play bass," I asked out of nowhere.
"If you want me to I guess," he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"Yeah obviously I want you to or else I wouldn't have asked," I said as I jokingly hit his shoulder.
"Well I'm just saying it involves a lot of touching."
I smiled and said, "I don't think you mind that much. But then again, neither do I."
He laughed and I smiled again.
After a short period of silence he said, "I know I wouldn't mind."
He was quiet and I was quiet.
"I've never heard you be quiet for more then 30 seconds."
"Shut up," I yelled jokingly at him.
He raised his arms in defense, as if I was going to hit him.
"Hey let's head back. I'm a little tired." He nodded in agreement and we headed off to find a cab that would take us to the hotel.
*The plane to New York*
"Billie you aren't REALLY mad at me, are you," I asked as I looked him over from my seat.
"No, it was actually pretty funny; just not from my end," Billie said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek as if to say 'I forgive you. '
After he pulled away I raised a highly suspicious eyebrow at him.
"We fucked up your hair and sprayed whip cream on you and you aren't pissed off? What the hell are you up to?"
"Just watch yourself tonight," he whispered, looking out the window at the fluffy white clouds.
"Is that a threat," I challenged.
He turned to me and said, "Make your own decision about that."
I laughed a little and said, "Oh that's reassuring as hell." He smiled deviously.
"I didn't say it would be," he said as he shrugged his shoulders simply.
"Haha funny Billie Joe! I would love to stick around for more of this interesting conversation, but I need to use the bathroom," I exclaimed with mock enthusiasm as I stood up.
"I'll come with you," he said as he stood up behind me. "Maybe we could fuck in the bathroom."
Mike glanced up from the magazine he was flipping through instantly. Billie seemed to notice the look we were sharing so he grabbed my hand and pushed me into the plane bathroom.
"What the fuck was that look for," Billie asked me in a furious rage.
"Somebody's a little paranoid, aren't they," I mumbled under my breath quietly.
I turned to leave the bathroom but Billie grabbed my hand and whirled me around.
"Is there something you aren't telling me," Billie whispered into my ear harshly, tightening his grip.
"Billie, you are scaring me," I whimpered quietly. "Billie, please, stop! I'm sorry for whatever I did! I won't do it again but please stop," I whined as I swatted his hand away from my wrist. I backed up and left the bathroom in tears.
"No shit Sherlock but I really love Brittany and I respect Billie Joe but I think I like Courtney," Mike said, almost angry with Tre like it was his fault.
"I don't know what to say to you right now," Tre replied.
He paused a moment, rubbing his chin in frustration.
"Actually I do," he said suddenly. "I have a better question for you; do you think she is falling for you?"
Mike didn't answer right away, for he was stunned by the maturity Tre was showing.
"Well?"
"Probably not," Mike sighed unhappily.
"I mean she has Billie for fucks sake. That's every chick's fantasy."
"You should spend time with her," Tre said wisely.
Mike nodded and took his cell phone from his jacket pocket.
*Back to me*
Hello," I asked as I picked up my cell phone.
I was in the middle of reading some magazine Billie had. To my surprise, it wasn't a Playboy Magazine.
"Hello," I repeated.
"Hey Courtney," Mike's jolly voice said.
I sat up and dropped the magazine I was holding.
"Do you want to go see a movie with me," Mike asked.
"Sure! Let me go get Billie, ' I said as I flopped from my seat on an armchair.
"No! I mean, umm, just us. Me and you," Mike sputtered.
He sounded as if he were arguing with himself if he should do this or not.
"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes," I said.
"See you then. Oh but if you are anything like Billie Joe, see you in 3 hours."
We hung up and I quickly rushed into the bedroom to get dressed. Billie was sitting in the bedroom by himself. His eyes were fixated on something behind me.
"Hey, you aren't really mad at me are you?"
He turned his head away, ignoring me and my question.
"So that would be a yes," I said sarcastically, hoping to get a laugh out of him.
I got dressed and headed downstairs to the lobby.
"You ready," Mike asked.
"Yeah," I replied quietly.
This was going to be an awkward ride. He hauled us a cab and then let me slide into the back. Luckily, it was a short ride so the silence didn't last long.
"So what are we seeing," I asked after the taxi had dropped us off.
"Um... You know that new Johnny Knoxville movie? What's that called? Oh yeah the Ringer... That's what we are seeing," Mike rambled.
I laughed as his face flushed a slight pink color. To be honest, I don't even remember what the movie was about.
When had our seat in the theatre, Mike turned to me and asked, "How come you never talk about your parents or siblings?"
"My parents died when I was really young. I have one younger brother who I haven't seen in years," I said quickly, not wanting to bring back all the pain of losing my parents.
"Oh," Mike sighed quietly, realizing he had brought up a touchy subject.
He held my hand in his and stroked it gently, trying to make me feel better. I smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. He jerked back a bit, as if he wasn't suspecting it, which he probably wasn't. I backed up quickly but then after looking at him, I kissed him again, a bit more forcefully then before.
"Um.... Mike, should we be doing this? I mean, you're married to one of my best friends and I'm engaged to yours," I pointed out before anything really big happened.
"Yeah I guess we shouldn't," Mike sighed sadly as he grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the theatre and we dawdled around a nearby park.
"So Mike, will you teach me to play bass," I asked out of nowhere.
"If you want me to I guess," he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"Yeah obviously I want you to or else I wouldn't have asked," I said as I jokingly hit his shoulder.
"Well I'm just saying it involves a lot of touching."
I smiled and said, "I don't think you mind that much. But then again, neither do I."
He laughed and I smiled again.
After a short period of silence he said, "I know I wouldn't mind."
He was quiet and I was quiet.
"I've never heard you be quiet for more then 30 seconds."
"Shut up," I yelled jokingly at him.
He raised his arms in defense, as if I was going to hit him.
"Hey let's head back. I'm a little tired." He nodded in agreement and we headed off to find a cab that would take us to the hotel.
*The plane to New York*
"Billie you aren't REALLY mad at me, are you," I asked as I looked him over from my seat.
"No, it was actually pretty funny; just not from my end," Billie said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek as if to say 'I forgive you. '
After he pulled away I raised a highly suspicious eyebrow at him.
"We fucked up your hair and sprayed whip cream on you and you aren't pissed off? What the hell are you up to?"
"Just watch yourself tonight," he whispered, looking out the window at the fluffy white clouds.
"Is that a threat," I challenged.
He turned to me and said, "Make your own decision about that."
I laughed a little and said, "Oh that's reassuring as hell." He smiled deviously.
"I didn't say it would be," he said as he shrugged his shoulders simply.
"Haha funny Billie Joe! I would love to stick around for more of this interesting conversation, but I need to use the bathroom," I exclaimed with mock enthusiasm as I stood up.
"I'll come with you," he said as he stood up behind me. "Maybe we could fuck in the bathroom."
Mike glanced up from the magazine he was flipping through instantly. Billie seemed to notice the look we were sharing so he grabbed my hand and pushed me into the plane bathroom.
"What the fuck was that look for," Billie asked me in a furious rage.
"Somebody's a little paranoid, aren't they," I mumbled under my breath quietly.
I turned to leave the bathroom but Billie grabbed my hand and whirled me around.
"Is there something you aren't telling me," Billie whispered into my ear harshly, tightening his grip.
"Billie, you are scaring me," I whimpered quietly. "Billie, please, stop! I'm sorry for whatever I did! I won't do it again but please stop," I whined as I swatted his hand away from my wrist. I backed up and left the bathroom in tears.
