Someone By My Side (sequel to My Life With Green Day), chapter 4
"What's wrong," Mike asked worriedly when he saw me emerge from the bathroom in tears. "Courtney, what's wrong?"
"Mike can I sit with you for the rest of the flight," I asked, trying my best not to break down right there.
I wiped away at my tears and could feel my eyeliner running. It was kind of itchy in a way.
"Um of course you can sit next to me," Mike said as I squeezed past him and sat by the window.
I took a deep breath and just told myself to breathe and stay calm.
"Did he hurt you," Mike asked, almost robotically. He turned to me, as if he already knew the answer, which he probably did.
"Uh... of course not," was the best I could come up with. I really didn't feel like talking about it.
He totally had caught me off guard. I pulled down the sleeves of my shirt, just in case bruises were starting to form in visible range. Mike seemed to be waiting for the honest answer and when he realized he was defiantly not getting one out of me he started getting pissed.
"That's convincing," he mumbled angrily under his breath. Suddenly he jumped out his seat and called, "What the hell did you do to her Armstrong?"
I didn't want to look up because as obvious as it was, it was Billie Joe.
"What have you two been doing behind my back? You fuck yet," Billie accused rudely and quite loudly.
"Hey! Courtney and I are just close friends. I actually talk and care about her and then I actually give a damn about her," Mike defended himself and me.
"I think you two are a bit too close to be just friends," Billie sneered evilly. "And Mike, aren't you married to her best friend? Wouldn't Brittany like to know what is going on between you two," Billie threatened as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
"Billie Joe, as long as I've known you, which has been a long damn time, your paranoia has never gotten to you this bad," Mike said as he narrowed his eyes at the shorter man.
I placed my head in my hands and cried my heart out as quietly as I could. I always hated arguing; I could actually remember that far back.
"God Chris cant you do nothing right," my mother, Mary, screamed at my 10 year old brother.
I was 13 at the time and I was also hiding around the corner. Mt brother had dropped his water all over the carpet. My mother had been drinking again and my father, Ritchie, was probably asleep.
"Pick up the fucking water before I wake your father up," Mary shouted after she took another swig of Vodka.
My brother's eyes widened with fear as he dashed into the kitchen to get a rag. I was trying my hardest to keep quiet but a saddened sob escaped my lips.
"Chris, don't you fucking know how to hurry? Move," she yelled as she kicked him in the side where he kneeled down to wipe the mess away.
"What the fuck is all this noise," My father roared as he emerged from the bedroom.
My mom quickly spilled some Vodka on her dress and said, "I caught Chris with this and when I told him to give me the bottle, he spit it at me," Mary sobbed with fake tears.
She never wanted to be caught by Ritchie when she had Vodka; he didn't approve of it at all.
Ritchie picked him up by his collar and said (while being deathly calm), "If I ever catch you with that shit again, I promise you, your bloody corpse will be lying at the bottom of the ocean."
Ritchie threw him to the ground and my brother scampered to me crying in my shirt. I had enough of Mary's lies. I patted my brothers blond hair softly and walked around the corner, holding my head up high.
"Ritchie, Mary is lying! She just threw Vodka on herself; check his breath, check her breath," I spat in his face angrily.
I suddenly felt a hand grab my hair and pull me back.
"Don't ever talk about me like I'm not in the room," She spat at me.
Then I felt her hand across my face...
"Shut up," I whispered quietly, barely audible as I lifted my head from my hands.
Mike and Billie Joe kept bickering, ignoring me. I was tired of being ignored; I needed to be heard.
"Will you shut up," I said a bit louder and clearer.
They looked at me and then kept fighting. A flight attendant walked by and noticed the commotion.
"Excuse me sir, would you please have a seat. We are about to land," she said quietly as she tapped Billie's shoulder. He nodded and she walked off.
Finally Billie Joe looked at me and said, "That's it Courtney! Our engagement is off!"
He pranced four rows ahead and sat down gingerly.
"Courtney, stop crying. You're fine," Mike cooed gently in my ear. "Eventually he'll realize how stupid he's been. He is just in a really bitchy mood today."
'What did Mike mean by eventually,' I thought.
"So what exactly happened between you two in the bathroom?"
I glared at him before sighing deeply and saying, "Mike that's defiantly not the right the thing to as me right now is it? Really I just want this damn plane flight to end," I muttered miserably.
I was holding a quiet sob that was burning to come out in. We sat in silence for the last ten minutes of the flight. Billie stormed of the plane in huff. I didn't understand why he was so mad; it's not like he saw me kissing Mike. We were half way out of the airport before I realized something was missing.
"Hey where did Tre go," I asked Mike.
He shrugged and I started looking around. I finally found him leaning against the wall, completely surrounded by brunettes. They were giggling and touching his arm and cooing his name over and over again.
"TRE," I called across the airport to him.
He stopped talking and the girls stopped giggling.
"We are leaving! Pick your whore and move your ass," I said impatiently.
"Yeah yeah yeah! I pick... ," Tre said as he closed his eyes.
'I was kidding! What a dipshit,' I thought as I rolled my eyes and started to catch up to Mike.
"I pick Trina."
Squeals came from behind me and then Tre and Trina caught up to me.
"Hey where is Billie," I asked Mike when we got outside.
"He took his own cab to the hotel," Mike sighed, totally frustrated.
Tre and Trina weren't even paying attention to the shit that was going on.
"Tre, Trina can't come! We only have two rooms."
"Wait... what?!?! Only two rooms," I squawked.
Mike ignored me and opened the cab door for Tre and I. Tre whispered a goodbye to Trina before getting in. We rode to the hotel in an awkward silence but luckily it was a quick ride. The cab stopped and we got out. Mike saw me starting to panic so he patted my shoulder.
"Breathe Courtney! It's not like he is going to kill you."
I forced a small smile and followed him and Tre into the hotel. They led me into the elevator, down the hallway and up to the room Billie and I were sharing.
"Mike, I can't do this! I'm really scared," I whispered, staring at the door. "Wait... Mike?"
I turned around after getting no response to find both Mike and Tre weren't there. I inhaled twice and pushed the door open.
"Billie Joe," I called into the large suite.
"What," he called back harshly.
He came out of the bedroom and stood in the doorway.
"Um... ," I muttered quietly.
'What to say,' I thought as a million and one fucking things ran through my mind.
"I don't have all day! Concert is tonight at nine," he said as he tapped his watch impatiently.
"Shut the fuck up! It's only three in the afternoon! I'm trying to apologies for something I didn't even do but you are pissing me off," I shouted.
'Oh shit,' I thought suddenly. 'Why did I say that?'
"Continue," Billie said coldly.
One hour later
"So basically, you're mad at me because of the way I looked at Mike, right," I asked him slowly.
Billie nodded his head, finally understanding how stupid it sounded.
"Don't you see how stupid this is? We're supposed to love each other but we get into the dumbest fights! I love you," I whispered.
"Obviously you've noticed how easily I get jealous. I'm sorry and I love you too," Billie said softly as he hugged me tightly.
"But I honestly thought you two were going to rip each others clothes off and fuck right there in front of me."
My breath hitched in my throat but I forced a smile.
"It may not be an airplane bathroom but we could fuck in a bed like normal people or on the floor, the wall, the shower... '" Billie listed.
"You end our engagement and fix it in the same day. Then you want to fuck," I asked.
"Yeah," Billie Joe said simply.
"Okay. I guess that makes sense," I said sarcastically.
"Mike can I sit with you for the rest of the flight," I asked, trying my best not to break down right there.
I wiped away at my tears and could feel my eyeliner running. It was kind of itchy in a way.
"Um of course you can sit next to me," Mike said as I squeezed past him and sat by the window.
I took a deep breath and just told myself to breathe and stay calm.
"Did he hurt you," Mike asked, almost robotically. He turned to me, as if he already knew the answer, which he probably did.
"Uh... of course not," was the best I could come up with. I really didn't feel like talking about it.
He totally had caught me off guard. I pulled down the sleeves of my shirt, just in case bruises were starting to form in visible range. Mike seemed to be waiting for the honest answer and when he realized he was defiantly not getting one out of me he started getting pissed.
"That's convincing," he mumbled angrily under his breath. Suddenly he jumped out his seat and called, "What the hell did you do to her Armstrong?"
I didn't want to look up because as obvious as it was, it was Billie Joe.
"What have you two been doing behind my back? You fuck yet," Billie accused rudely and quite loudly.
"Hey! Courtney and I are just close friends. I actually talk and care about her and then I actually give a damn about her," Mike defended himself and me.
"I think you two are a bit too close to be just friends," Billie sneered evilly. "And Mike, aren't you married to her best friend? Wouldn't Brittany like to know what is going on between you two," Billie threatened as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
"Billie Joe, as long as I've known you, which has been a long damn time, your paranoia has never gotten to you this bad," Mike said as he narrowed his eyes at the shorter man.
I placed my head in my hands and cried my heart out as quietly as I could. I always hated arguing; I could actually remember that far back.
"God Chris cant you do nothing right," my mother, Mary, screamed at my 10 year old brother.
I was 13 at the time and I was also hiding around the corner. Mt brother had dropped his water all over the carpet. My mother had been drinking again and my father, Ritchie, was probably asleep.
"Pick up the fucking water before I wake your father up," Mary shouted after she took another swig of Vodka.
My brother's eyes widened with fear as he dashed into the kitchen to get a rag. I was trying my hardest to keep quiet but a saddened sob escaped my lips.
"Chris, don't you fucking know how to hurry? Move," she yelled as she kicked him in the side where he kneeled down to wipe the mess away.
"What the fuck is all this noise," My father roared as he emerged from the bedroom.
My mom quickly spilled some Vodka on her dress and said, "I caught Chris with this and when I told him to give me the bottle, he spit it at me," Mary sobbed with fake tears.
She never wanted to be caught by Ritchie when she had Vodka; he didn't approve of it at all.
Ritchie picked him up by his collar and said (while being deathly calm), "If I ever catch you with that shit again, I promise you, your bloody corpse will be lying at the bottom of the ocean."
Ritchie threw him to the ground and my brother scampered to me crying in my shirt. I had enough of Mary's lies. I patted my brothers blond hair softly and walked around the corner, holding my head up high.
"Ritchie, Mary is lying! She just threw Vodka on herself; check his breath, check her breath," I spat in his face angrily.
I suddenly felt a hand grab my hair and pull me back.
"Don't ever talk about me like I'm not in the room," She spat at me.
Then I felt her hand across my face...
"Shut up," I whispered quietly, barely audible as I lifted my head from my hands.
Mike and Billie Joe kept bickering, ignoring me. I was tired of being ignored; I needed to be heard.
"Will you shut up," I said a bit louder and clearer.
They looked at me and then kept fighting. A flight attendant walked by and noticed the commotion.
"Excuse me sir, would you please have a seat. We are about to land," she said quietly as she tapped Billie's shoulder. He nodded and she walked off.
Finally Billie Joe looked at me and said, "That's it Courtney! Our engagement is off!"
He pranced four rows ahead and sat down gingerly.
"Courtney, stop crying. You're fine," Mike cooed gently in my ear. "Eventually he'll realize how stupid he's been. He is just in a really bitchy mood today."
'What did Mike mean by eventually,' I thought.
"So what exactly happened between you two in the bathroom?"
I glared at him before sighing deeply and saying, "Mike that's defiantly not the right the thing to as me right now is it? Really I just want this damn plane flight to end," I muttered miserably.
I was holding a quiet sob that was burning to come out in. We sat in silence for the last ten minutes of the flight. Billie stormed of the plane in huff. I didn't understand why he was so mad; it's not like he saw me kissing Mike. We were half way out of the airport before I realized something was missing.
"Hey where did Tre go," I asked Mike.
He shrugged and I started looking around. I finally found him leaning against the wall, completely surrounded by brunettes. They were giggling and touching his arm and cooing his name over and over again.
"TRE," I called across the airport to him.
He stopped talking and the girls stopped giggling.
"We are leaving! Pick your whore and move your ass," I said impatiently.
"Yeah yeah yeah! I pick... ," Tre said as he closed his eyes.
'I was kidding! What a dipshit,' I thought as I rolled my eyes and started to catch up to Mike.
"I pick Trina."
Squeals came from behind me and then Tre and Trina caught up to me.
"Hey where is Billie," I asked Mike when we got outside.
"He took his own cab to the hotel," Mike sighed, totally frustrated.
Tre and Trina weren't even paying attention to the shit that was going on.
"Tre, Trina can't come! We only have two rooms."
"Wait... what?!?! Only two rooms," I squawked.
Mike ignored me and opened the cab door for Tre and I. Tre whispered a goodbye to Trina before getting in. We rode to the hotel in an awkward silence but luckily it was a quick ride. The cab stopped and we got out. Mike saw me starting to panic so he patted my shoulder.
"Breathe Courtney! It's not like he is going to kill you."
I forced a small smile and followed him and Tre into the hotel. They led me into the elevator, down the hallway and up to the room Billie and I were sharing.
"Mike, I can't do this! I'm really scared," I whispered, staring at the door. "Wait... Mike?"
I turned around after getting no response to find both Mike and Tre weren't there. I inhaled twice and pushed the door open.
"Billie Joe," I called into the large suite.
"What," he called back harshly.
He came out of the bedroom and stood in the doorway.
"Um... ," I muttered quietly.
'What to say,' I thought as a million and one fucking things ran through my mind.
"I don't have all day! Concert is tonight at nine," he said as he tapped his watch impatiently.
"Shut the fuck up! It's only three in the afternoon! I'm trying to apologies for something I didn't even do but you are pissing me off," I shouted.
'Oh shit,' I thought suddenly. 'Why did I say that?'
"Continue," Billie said coldly.
One hour later
"So basically, you're mad at me because of the way I looked at Mike, right," I asked him slowly.
Billie nodded his head, finally understanding how stupid it sounded.
"Don't you see how stupid this is? We're supposed to love each other but we get into the dumbest fights! I love you," I whispered.
"Obviously you've noticed how easily I get jealous. I'm sorry and I love you too," Billie said softly as he hugged me tightly.
"But I honestly thought you two were going to rip each others clothes off and fuck right there in front of me."
My breath hitched in my throat but I forced a smile.
"It may not be an airplane bathroom but we could fuck in a bed like normal people or on the floor, the wall, the shower... '" Billie listed.
"You end our engagement and fix it in the same day. Then you want to fuck," I asked.
"Yeah," Billie Joe said simply.
"Okay. I guess that makes sense," I said sarcastically.
