Someone By My Side (sequel to My Life With Green Day), chapter 6
***The next morning***
"Billie boy! Wake up," I called as I raced into my room, hoping to wake Billie up.
'How could anyone be asleep on their 34th birthday,' I asked myself.
"Billie wake up!"
He groaned and rolled over but nothing more.
"I guess it's true; old people do need more sleep then their young girlfriends! Come on Billie! Get up!"
I ripped the blanket off of his sleeping body, seeing as the talking to him wasn't working at all.
"I'm up! Just give me the fucking blanket back," he mumbled.
I sighed and gave it back, feeling quite defeated.
"I resent that old remark Courtney." He smiled to himself before adding, "And you're not all that young yourself."
"Excuse me? I'm 28," I countered.
"29 in two weeks," he added smugly.
"Hey, that is still five years younger then you old man," I shot back as laid back on the bed.
"Another thing, I'm not scared to cut my hair because I think it won't grow back," I laughed as I pushed his hair up and kissed his forehead.
"No I don't cut my hair because it looks better long and I like it this way."
He gave me a very self indulged smile and I rolled my eyes.
"I can't even see your eyes without pushing your hair up! And believe me Billie, you have sexy eyes."
He winked at me and said, "Is that all that's sexy?"
I got off the bed and walked to the door.
"No but the eyes help."
"Well you know at least I don't take hours in the fucking bathroom," he said, not easily giving up the battle of words.
"Bullshit Armstrong," I laughed as I threw a nearby pillow at him. "You mess with your hair in the bathroom mirror like no tomorrow!"
"I just run my fingers through it," he defended.
"That's because no one ever taught you the word 'hygiene' now have they? I'm a girl Billie Joe; I can't be dirty like you," I stated mater of factly.
"Oh you can't can you," he mumbled sarcastically.
I didn't get it at first but I finally caught on.
"Billie Joe Armstrong," I exclaimed. "You know I did not mean it like that."
I walked out of the door and stood in the hallway for a moment before adding, "Because I can be that kind of dirty." I heard him laugh as I went downstairs.
***Downstairs***
"Happy Birthday Billie," Mike said cheerfully. "Jeez you are getting old man!"
"Dude, you are going to be 34 in May," Billie shot back. He already hated being 34.
"True, but those few months between us will keep me pretty longer," Mike pointed out. I busted out laughing and Billie gave me an evil look.
"He is right you know Billie," I butted in, adding my two cents. "Oh my god! Is that a gray hair," I asked in mock horror.
"Shut up! I don't even want to begin to think about gray hair," Billie cried in anger as he put his hands over his hair.
"I was kidding! Calm down! I love you," I reassured him. "I would still love you even if you were old, gray, bald, and ugly."
He eyed me evilly. "What do you mean ugly," he asked cautiously.
"I mean fat, hairier then you are now and... Bald," I explained.
"I guess I will never be ugly then because I will never be a fat, hairy, and bald grouch," Billie pouted as he crossed his arms.
"I guess one out of three ain't so bad," Mike said as he shrugged his shoulders lightly. "You have enough hair on your head."
Billie made a face at Mike and at me for ganging up on him.
"Do you want a dog for your birthday," I asked randomly.
Billie made a face of pure confusion at me and shook his head no.
"No! What I want from everyone is for them to quit calling me old! Plus, where the hell did that dog comment come from," He grumbled as he sat himself on the couch.
"I want a fucking dog! It's so quiet here," I said as I started to pace the room.
Billie and Mike watched me for a second before busting out laughing.
"Do you realize that you're psychotic," Mike jokingly asked.
"See what the combination of being with him and the silence does to me," I retorted as I pointed at Billie Joe.
Mike smirked and Billie made another face at me.
"I can make a lot of noise if that's what you want," Billie said while wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Billie, are you always this fucking horny," Mike asked as he slapped Billie in the head.
"Yeah he is and now Mr. Armstrong, since I know it bothers you so fucking much, I'm going to keep calling you old because I know you hate it," I mocked evilly. "This would be the perfect time to do my evil laugh, but seeing as I can't do one... ."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Billie mumbled through gritted teeth. "If one more person calls me old, I'm going to bash their heads in," He threatened. "That includes you Courtney!"
"Thanks Billie! I feel the love," I said sarcastically.
"Glad to be of service," he replied smugly. He then turned to Mike and said "Where is Tr-"
"Look it's the Goldie Oldie," Tre yelled as he, Maggie, and Brittany.
"Tre, Billie just got done telling us that he is going to murder you today," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
"What? Why," he asked, confused. I pointed at Billie Joe, who was now making his way towards Tre, fists clenched at his sides.
"Billie, if you break anything, I will break your scrawny ass," I called as they started running around the house.
"Hmmm... . sounds quite kinky! I think I'll call it the Bullwinkle," Tre said as he and Billie raced around the coffee table.
"Very cool Tre! Very cool," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes in the process.
"That could be why they call me Tre Cool," he said, unaware of my sarcasm.
I looked back at them to see Tre sitting on Billie.
"Billie, quit crying like a fucking girl."
I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. Poor Billie was almost to the point of tears.
"Tre, hold on, don't get up! I've always wanted to do this," Mike said as he leaned over Billie.
Suddenly, a loud hacking sound filled the room. I saw a long trail of spit leave Mike's mouth and dangle inches from Billie's face. It was moving down slowly. Now it was only centimeters away.
"Oh eww! Michael Pritchard, that is so fucking disgusting," I squealed as Mike sucked up the trail of spit.
"Get off me fucker," Billie cried as he pounded on Tre's back with both fists.
"No don't Tre," I said quickly as I saw Tre start getting off him.
"Courtney! You supposed to be on my side," Billie whined.
"I know but this is too fucking good to pass up," I said deviously.
"What are you going to do to me," he asked his eyes wide with fear.
"DOG PILE ON BILIE," I cried as I dove on him
Soon everyone followed. We were in a mass until Billie grabbed my hair.
"I will defiantly be getting you back tonight," he whispered in my ear softly, almost seductively.
"Who said I was 'getting' with you tonight," I whispered back.
"It's my birthday and that's the present I want from you," he whispered as he let go of my hair gently.
"Yeah whatever," I muttered as I got out of the pile.
I helped him up and the mass murder of trying to find Billie ended.
"You guys better not have anything planned for tonight," Billie warned, looking directly at me.
He knew I was a shitty liar. He was putting me on the spot. 'Think Courtney think,' I thought vigorously.
"Bye Billie," Maggie called as she dragged me upstairs with her and the others.
We were going to plan for the night that 'wasn't going to happen.'
"That pretty much means they do have something planned tonight," Billie muttered to himself as he clucked his tongue.
The door bell rang and he answered it.
"I'm back!"
"Billie boy! Wake up," I called as I raced into my room, hoping to wake Billie up.
'How could anyone be asleep on their 34th birthday,' I asked myself.
"Billie wake up!"
He groaned and rolled over but nothing more.
"I guess it's true; old people do need more sleep then their young girlfriends! Come on Billie! Get up!"
I ripped the blanket off of his sleeping body, seeing as the talking to him wasn't working at all.
"I'm up! Just give me the fucking blanket back," he mumbled.
I sighed and gave it back, feeling quite defeated.
"I resent that old remark Courtney." He smiled to himself before adding, "And you're not all that young yourself."
"Excuse me? I'm 28," I countered.
"29 in two weeks," he added smugly.
"Hey, that is still five years younger then you old man," I shot back as laid back on the bed.
"Another thing, I'm not scared to cut my hair because I think it won't grow back," I laughed as I pushed his hair up and kissed his forehead.
"No I don't cut my hair because it looks better long and I like it this way."
He gave me a very self indulged smile and I rolled my eyes.
"I can't even see your eyes without pushing your hair up! And believe me Billie, you have sexy eyes."
He winked at me and said, "Is that all that's sexy?"
I got off the bed and walked to the door.
"No but the eyes help."
"Well you know at least I don't take hours in the fucking bathroom," he said, not easily giving up the battle of words.
"Bullshit Armstrong," I laughed as I threw a nearby pillow at him. "You mess with your hair in the bathroom mirror like no tomorrow!"
"I just run my fingers through it," he defended.
"That's because no one ever taught you the word 'hygiene' now have they? I'm a girl Billie Joe; I can't be dirty like you," I stated mater of factly.
"Oh you can't can you," he mumbled sarcastically.
I didn't get it at first but I finally caught on.
"Billie Joe Armstrong," I exclaimed. "You know I did not mean it like that."
I walked out of the door and stood in the hallway for a moment before adding, "Because I can be that kind of dirty." I heard him laugh as I went downstairs.
***Downstairs***
"Happy Birthday Billie," Mike said cheerfully. "Jeez you are getting old man!"
"Dude, you are going to be 34 in May," Billie shot back. He already hated being 34.
"True, but those few months between us will keep me pretty longer," Mike pointed out. I busted out laughing and Billie gave me an evil look.
"He is right you know Billie," I butted in, adding my two cents. "Oh my god! Is that a gray hair," I asked in mock horror.
"Shut up! I don't even want to begin to think about gray hair," Billie cried in anger as he put his hands over his hair.
"I was kidding! Calm down! I love you," I reassured him. "I would still love you even if you were old, gray, bald, and ugly."
He eyed me evilly. "What do you mean ugly," he asked cautiously.
"I mean fat, hairier then you are now and... Bald," I explained.
"I guess I will never be ugly then because I will never be a fat, hairy, and bald grouch," Billie pouted as he crossed his arms.
"I guess one out of three ain't so bad," Mike said as he shrugged his shoulders lightly. "You have enough hair on your head."
Billie made a face at Mike and at me for ganging up on him.
"Do you want a dog for your birthday," I asked randomly.
Billie made a face of pure confusion at me and shook his head no.
"No! What I want from everyone is for them to quit calling me old! Plus, where the hell did that dog comment come from," He grumbled as he sat himself on the couch.
"I want a fucking dog! It's so quiet here," I said as I started to pace the room.
Billie and Mike watched me for a second before busting out laughing.
"Do you realize that you're psychotic," Mike jokingly asked.
"See what the combination of being with him and the silence does to me," I retorted as I pointed at Billie Joe.
Mike smirked and Billie made another face at me.
"I can make a lot of noise if that's what you want," Billie said while wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Billie, are you always this fucking horny," Mike asked as he slapped Billie in the head.
"Yeah he is and now Mr. Armstrong, since I know it bothers you so fucking much, I'm going to keep calling you old because I know you hate it," I mocked evilly. "This would be the perfect time to do my evil laugh, but seeing as I can't do one... ."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Billie mumbled through gritted teeth. "If one more person calls me old, I'm going to bash their heads in," He threatened. "That includes you Courtney!"
"Thanks Billie! I feel the love," I said sarcastically.
"Glad to be of service," he replied smugly. He then turned to Mike and said "Where is Tr-"
"Look it's the Goldie Oldie," Tre yelled as he, Maggie, and Brittany.
"Tre, Billie just got done telling us that he is going to murder you today," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
"What? Why," he asked, confused. I pointed at Billie Joe, who was now making his way towards Tre, fists clenched at his sides.
"Billie, if you break anything, I will break your scrawny ass," I called as they started running around the house.
"Hmmm... . sounds quite kinky! I think I'll call it the Bullwinkle," Tre said as he and Billie raced around the coffee table.
"Very cool Tre! Very cool," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes in the process.
"That could be why they call me Tre Cool," he said, unaware of my sarcasm.
I looked back at them to see Tre sitting on Billie.
"Billie, quit crying like a fucking girl."
I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. Poor Billie was almost to the point of tears.
"Tre, hold on, don't get up! I've always wanted to do this," Mike said as he leaned over Billie.
Suddenly, a loud hacking sound filled the room. I saw a long trail of spit leave Mike's mouth and dangle inches from Billie's face. It was moving down slowly. Now it was only centimeters away.
"Oh eww! Michael Pritchard, that is so fucking disgusting," I squealed as Mike sucked up the trail of spit.
"Get off me fucker," Billie cried as he pounded on Tre's back with both fists.
"No don't Tre," I said quickly as I saw Tre start getting off him.
"Courtney! You supposed to be on my side," Billie whined.
"I know but this is too fucking good to pass up," I said deviously.
"What are you going to do to me," he asked his eyes wide with fear.
"DOG PILE ON BILIE," I cried as I dove on him
Soon everyone followed. We were in a mass until Billie grabbed my hair.
"I will defiantly be getting you back tonight," he whispered in my ear softly, almost seductively.
"Who said I was 'getting' with you tonight," I whispered back.
"It's my birthday and that's the present I want from you," he whispered as he let go of my hair gently.
"Yeah whatever," I muttered as I got out of the pile.
I helped him up and the mass murder of trying to find Billie ended.
"You guys better not have anything planned for tonight," Billie warned, looking directly at me.
He knew I was a shitty liar. He was putting me on the spot. 'Think Courtney think,' I thought vigorously.
"Bye Billie," Maggie called as she dragged me upstairs with her and the others.
We were going to plan for the night that 'wasn't going to happen.'
"That pretty much means they do have something planned tonight," Billie muttered to himself as he clucked his tongue.
The door bell rang and he answered it.
"I'm back!"
