1987, chapter 7
It was about 3 days after the conversation about my past in the bathroom. Billie had organised for us to go to LA to visit my mother. We were going to leave at 7:30pm to get to the airport by 8:30pm, the plane leaves at 9:03. I was pretty nervous as you can probably imagine. Especially because I had an unknown fear of flying that wasn't just unknown to Billie, it was unknown to myself. Billie had arranged for us to stay in a hotel for a week, and we would see how it went and see if I wanted to stay a little longer. Billie had put off recording the new album to be with me when I went to see my mother. I was also planning to tell her I was engaged and pregnant and I wanted her and my sister alike to meet the man I loved and the father of my child.
We were both running around like mad packing everything we thought we would need. I packed enough for two weeks just in case, and got my toiletries and anything I needed. Billie was rushing around trying to find his eyeliner.
"Where is it?!?!" he muttered turning around in circles eyeing every nook and cranny in the room.
"Have you tried the cupboard in the bathroom? Or the cabinet?" I suggested.
"Yeah, it's not in there," he said.
"Okay, don't worry, you can use mine," I said.
"M'kay," he nodded slowly.
"Right, its 5:32 so we have a couple of hours, so I'll have a shower and get dressed, then you can have a shower," I said sorting through some clothes to find something to wear.
"Okay," he said. "Hey, wear these," he said after a long pause, holding up my dark blue denim jeans that had a few holes in them with one hand, while rummaging around in his bag for something with the other hand.
"Okay, I need a shirt though Billie," I said.
"Here, wear this one," he said finally finding what he wanted and pulling his Ramones shirt out and handing the outfit to me.
"This looks good, thanks babe," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Now, the only question is, what am I going to wear?" he said frowning.
I rummaged through his bag and pulled out his tight black jeans, a Clash shirt, his black button up shirt, and his black and white polka dotted tie.
"There you go," I said, smiling and handing the outfit to him.
"WHOA! I should get you to choose my outfits every day," he remarked laughing slightly.
I laughed. "Right, see you after my shower babe!" I said, looking at the clock and noticing it was already 5:46.
I ran into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the shower, undressed and hopped under the warm water.
After my shower, I dried my self off, put my clothes on, fixed my long black hair with blue tips (from when I dyed it ages ago) into a loose ponytail, and put my eyeliner on.
I walked out of the bathroom and into Billie's room. (I should really start calling it OUR room). "Bathroom's free babe," I said walking into the room.
"Thanks, see you soon!" he said, running out the door in the direction of the bathroom.
I looked through all my shoes deciding which ones to wear. I could wear my pink con's, my black con's, my red con's, my black and white checkered vans, my pink and green checkered vans, my tartan con's, my black tennis shoes (which were actually Billie's old black tennis shoes that mysteriously went missing and appeared in my closet). I decided on the black tennis shoes. I put the rest of my shoes into my suitcase just as Billie came into the room, drying his hair with a towel, tooth brush hanging out of his mouth.
"Haha, nice look Billie," I said, motioning to the tooth brush.
"Thanks," he said, trying not to drop the tooth brush.
He walked out of the room and back into the bathroom to finish doing his teeth and hair.
"Right, eyeliner, hair gel and hair brush please," he said, walking into the room.
I handed him the eyeliner, gel and brush, and watched him apply his eyeliner and fix his hair, smiling at the look of concentration on his face.
"What're you smiling at?" he asked noticing me looking at him.
"Nothing," I said smiling.
"Okay?" he said frowning slightly.
It looked at the clock.
"Its 6:33 Billie!" I said.
"Mmhmm, we have to have something to eat, and then pack the car up, then find Tre, then get everyone in the car, then find the map, and then we can go," he said counting his fingers with every thing he said.
"M'kay," I said.
30 minutes later...
We had just eaten some pasta and now were trying to find Tre.
"Tre COME ON! We'll leave without you and you won't get to say goodbye!" Billie yelled through the house.
Everyone else was in the car waiting.
"Fuck, Billie, are you going now?" Tre said coming down the stairs.
"Yeah, so get your ass in the car now," Billie replied.
"Yeah, yeah," he said.
At the airport...
"Bye guys! I'll call you every day, and yeah! I'll see you in about a week maybe," I said, hugging each of my four friends that weren't coming.
Billie hugged them too.
"Bye guys!" he said.
"CALL US!" Tre shouted out the window.
"We will!" I called back, as I watched the car drive off, with Mike driving and the others were waving madly out the window.
"Well, here we," I said, taking a deep breath and stepping foot into the airport.
Billie led me over to a blonde lady sitting at a desk.
"Hello sir, ma'am, how may I help you?" she said, with a fake smile.
"Um, I rang the other day and booked two tickets to LA, the flight leaves at 9:03pm I think," said Billie.
"Umm, yes, what was the name again sir?" said the lady with the fake smile, whose name I noticed was Jessica.
"Armstrong," he said.
"Armstrong... Armstrong... Arm- oh here it is! Your flight is flight 7B it leaves at gate 23 in... 28 minutes," said Jessica smiling sweetly.
"Thanks," said Billie, looking around for gate 23.
"Where's gate 23?" he asked.
"Over there," Jessica replied pointing to a door that said 'to gates 20-29'.
"Ah, thanks," he said, as he grabbed my hand with his free hand, and dragged us and our luggage to gate 23.
It was 5 to 9 by now, and I was starting to panic.
I couldn't breathe properly, and I was shaking.
Billie noticed something was wrong, and was trying to comfort me.
He couldn't figure out what was happening. Then he suddenly clicked.
"You're having a panic attack Hun, just calm down and concentrate on breathing," he said rubbing my back with one hand while searching in his carry-on for a paper bag. He found one and handed it to me, "Breathe into that, it'll help,"
"Flight 7B to LA is now boarding at Gate 23. Flight 7B to LA is now boarding at Gate 23," crackled the speaker.
I finally calmed down and was able to breathe properly again. We made our way up the tunnel thing to the plane. Billie was holding my hand the whole way up.
We sat in our seats, him by the window, and me by the isle.
About 20 minutes later...
"Hello everyone, welcome to Flight 7B to LA, I am your captain. We will be taking off shortly, so if everyone could please secure their belongings in the compartments above your heads, it would be much appreciated."
About 5 minutes later.
"This is your captain again, we are about to take off, the flight attendants have shown you what to do in an emergency. The seat belt light is on, can everybody please take their seats and fasten their seat belts, and we will be taking off in a few minutes."
I started shaking again. Billie grabbed my hand.
"Its okay babe, it'll be fine, don't worry," he said comfortingly.
The plane started to slowly move, and then I felt it lift off the ground.
I grabbed onto his hand tight. I whimpered.
"Baby, shh, it's okay, everything is fine, and when the plane levels out we can undo our seat belts and watch the in-flight entertainment, okay?" he said smiling.
"Mmhmm," I nodded.
The plane had finally levelled out and I relaxed a little. I undid my seat belt, and grabbed my carry-on bag out of the compartment. I took out my tape walkman and put the ear buds in my ears turning the volume up a little.
I rested my head on Billie's shoulder and slowly started to fall asleep, never letting go of his hand.
"Ash, Ash wake up, we're nearly there," Billie whispered in my ear, gently shaking me.
"Hmm?" I mumbled.
"Babe, come on," he said, taking my ear phones out and putting them inside my bag with my walkman, he got up and put the bag in the compartment.
I slowly woke up.
"Hello, you decided to join us here in the land of the living?" Billie said laughing.
"Shut up," I said, swatting his arm playfully.
The seatbelt light flashed on and I quickly buckled my belt. Billie sat down and buckled his belt. I grabbed onto the armrest.
Billie put his hand over mine.
"Babe, it's okay, we aren't going to crash, I promise," he said.
"This is your captain; we have safely landed at LAX. You may leave the plane now."
Billie and I grabbed our things and headed off the plane, we walked through the gate. "Right, where to now?" he said.
"Follow me," I said, leading him over to the luggage thing. We collected our luggage and I led him outside. I hailed a taxi and we hopped in.
"Take us to this hotel please," I said, showing him a pamphlet.
"Okay," he said, driving off.
We got to the hotel and took our luggage to the front desk.
"Hi, I made a reservation a while ago, under Armstrong," Billie said to the lady at the desk. She looked like the lady at the airport in California, blonde and smiling fake.
"Um, yes, here it is Armstrong, one week, room 316," said the lady, handing Billie the key.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome," she replied.
We took our luggage to the elevator and pressed the button, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I pressed the third floor button. The elevator dinged and the doors opened again at the third floor.
We took our luggage and walked down the hall 'till we saw room 316, we opened the door and dragged our suitcases inside and put them down on the floor.
"It's 11:30pm, we should get some rest babe, we can go to the hospital tomorrow okay?" Billie asked.
"Okay," I agreed.
"I'm tired," he said.
"Me too," I replied.
He stripped down to his boxers and hopped into bed; I grabbed a pair of Billie's black boxers I had 'borrowed and forgotten to return' and a sex pistols shirt and got changed. I hopped into bed and instantaneously got cuddled by Billie.
9:47am 21st August.
I woke up and looked at Billie. He looked so peaceful, so angelic. About five minutes later he slowly opened one of his eyes. "Good morning beautiful," he said smiling.
"Good morning my Sexy Billie Joe," I said, smiling and kissed him.
"Mm, I wanna wake up this way every morning," he said laughing.
"Me too," I said grinning. Suddenly I ran to the bathroom. "Oh god," was all I said, before burying my head back in the toilet bowl.
20 minutes later, we had our coffee and we were now getting ready.
I got changed into a pink shirt that said 'Pink is Punk', put on a pair of navy blue Dickies, and put my old tattered black converse on.
Billie got changed into a pair of loose black jeans, and a black shirt that had a bright red star in the middle and put his black converse on. His converse had black laces, mine had white. I fixed my hair into a messy bun and applied my eyeliner. Then I watched Billie do his hair and eyeliner. Before finding my cell phone and wallet and putting them both in my pocket. Billie grabbed his cell phone, his wallet, and the room key and put them in his pocket.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said.
"Okay, well, lets go down stairs," he said.
"Okay," I said, following him out the door, closing it behind me.
We got down to outside the hotel and I flagged down a cab.
"You're like a fucking pro," he said as we got into the cab.
"Haha," I said. "I've had practise babe,"
"Nice," he said.
"LA General Hospital, please," I said to the cab driver. (P.S I don't know the name of a hospital in LA so I made it up).
"Right," he said, before heading to LA General.
We got there and Billie paid the driver, we hopped out of the cab and walked up to the front desk.
"Hi, can you tell me what room Susan Mackenzie is in please?" I asked the lady.
"Room 137 on the second floor," said the lady. "Are you family?" she asked.
"Yes, I am her daughter," I said before walking to the elevator and pressing the up button.
Billie snaked his arm around my waist. "It's gonna be okay Ash," he whispered.
"I hope you're right," I said, sighing before getting on the elevator and pressing the button to go to the second floor.
The doors opened and I stepped out, looking left and then right down the hallway.
I saw Brianna and Brian with their two kids outside one of the rooms. I ran up to them, after whispering to Billie that it was my sister.
"Brianna!" I said running up to her.
"Ashleigh?" she said, shocked.
"Hey Brianna," I said grinning.
"Hey little sis," she said before giving me a hug. "This is my husband Brian, and our two kids, Billy and Michelle,"
"Hey Brian, it's good to finally meet you," I said smiling.
"Hey Ashleigh, I've heard a lot about you," he said grinning.
"Good stuff I hope," I said looking at my sister.
"Of course," he said, laughing.
"Hello, you two," I said looking at the two children sitting on the floor playing with the toys.
"Hewwo," said Michelle.
"Hi Michelle, Billy, I'm your aunty Ash," I said smiling.
"Hewwo aunty Ash," said Billy smiling.
"Hewwo aunty Ash," said Michelle.
I gave them both a hug before standing up again.
"Oh, I almost forgot, Brianna, meet my fiancé Billie Joe," I said holding Billie's hand. "Billie, this is my sister Brianna,"
He smiled, "Hi Brianna, I've heard a lot about you, good stuff only, she won't tell me any bad stuff," he said, whispering the last part.
I playfully swat his arm.
"How's mum doing?" I asked.
"She's stable... for now, we had a little scare earlier, but she's okay now," Brianna replied.
"It's good that she's okay now," I said.
"So little sis, what have you been up to these past... what is it now? Seven years?" Brianna asked.
"The usual. Sleeping, eating, talking, shitting, pissing, you know," I said laughing slightly.
"Haha, nice. No seriously, where have you been? You didn't even call," she said.
"I ran away to live with dad, I couldn't stand it at home. I needed to get away. I wasn't intending to stay as long as I did, it just kinda... happened," I said.
"Oh okay, you still living with dad?" Brianna asked.
I looked at BJ, "Um, no, he... almost two years ago, January 17th 1987, we were on the way to grandma's and... well all I remember is one minute we are talking and laughing, the next I see this bright light and hear a bang. Then I woke up..."
I started sobbing, "And there were all these flashing lights and sirens and people screaming. I saw him next to me, head against the steering wheel, blood everywhere, I started screaming and then I passed out. I woke up a couple of days later, and I was told dad had died on the way to the hospital. I had 4 broken ribs, a broken arm and broken leg. They lost my heart beat for 3 minutes. I was lucky to have lived through that," I said, tears streaming down my face and Brianna's face too.
Billie came over and hugged me.
"Shit, I can't believe we didn't get told," said Brianna.
"I would have called, but I lost your number," I explained.
"I'm just glad you survived," Brianna said.
"Excuse me, Mrs Carter, would you like to go and see your mother?" said the doctor.
"I uh, yeah, this is my sister, Ashleigh," said Brianna.
"Ah, Miss Mackenzie is it? Come this way," said the doctor.
"Yeah, okay... " I said, following the doctor, Billie squeezed my hand encouragingly.
I walked into the room and saw my mother.
"Mum?" I said.
"Ashleigh?" she said, shocked.
"Yeah, hi mum," I said.
"Why didn't you call us Ash, you never called, visited or anything. Where'd you run off to?" she asked.
"I lost the phone number. I ran to live with dad... " I trailed off.
"Oh, how is your father?" Mum asked me.
"He... Mum, he died in a car accident about 3 years ago. I nearly died too, but they were able to save me. He died on the way to the hospital," I said.
"Oh... my... god," she said.
"Mum, there is someone I'd like you to meet," I said.
"Okay," she said.
I walked outside and called Billie over.
"I want you to meet my mum," I told him. He nodded.
"Mum, this is my fiancé, Billie. Billie this is my mother Susan," I introduced them.
"Hello Billie," she said, smiling.
"Hello Mrs Mackenzie," he replied smiling.
"Please, call me Susan," she said.
"Okay, sorry," he said.
"Don't worry, it just makes me feel older than I already am," she said laughing.
"Hey Brianna, get in here, there is something I want to tell you guys," I said.
"Okay," said Brianna entering the room.
"Well, I have some news... two lots actually. 1, I'm in a band, called Triple Threat and Billie is in a band called Green Day. And we are pretty successful even if I do say so myself. And 2, as you both know, I'm getting married soon, on 14th Feb. I also wanted to tell you guys, that I'm pregnant, oh and you guys are invited to the wedding," I said.
"I like Green Day, and Triple Threat, I thought the voice sounded slightly familiar... and CONGRATULATIONS!" said Brianna grinning.
"Congratulations Ash, I'm happy for you," she said, she turned to look at Billie, "You look after my girl for me alright?"
"Of course," he replied. "I love her with all my heart."
I looked up at him, grinning.
"Aww, you two are a really good couple, you chose the right boy Ash," my mum said laughing.
"So mum, that means you approve?" I asked excitedly.
"Of course sweetie!" she said.
"Thank you!" I said, and hugged her and kissed her cheek.
A week later...
28th August 1987...
We had visited my mum everyday and stayed for practically the whole day. We were leaving today, the flight was leaving at 6:30pm this time and it was 2:30pm already. We were in the hospital room saying good bye.
"I wish I didn't have to go mum, but I promise I will come back and visit again, we'll keep in contact, yeah?" I said.
"Yeah, of course honey," she said. I wrote my number on a piece of paper.
"Here mum, that's my cell number, Billie's phone number, and my email," I said handing her the paper.
"Why Billie's number?" she asked.
"I live there," I said.
"Oh right," she replied.
"Tell Brianna, Brian and the kids that I'll see them later okay? I'll keep in contact with them too. The kids are adorable," I said smiling.
"Yeah, they are, take care of your self honey," my mum said before giving me a hug.
"I will mum," I replied hugging her back.
"And Billie, you take good care of my daughter alright? And you have to come with her again next time," she said.
"Of course, I'll look after her. And I'll definitely come back with her next time, it was nice meeting you Susan, I look forward to seeing you either at the wedding or next time, which ever comes first," Billie replied smiling.
"I look forward to it too," she said.
"Mum we better go, we might miss the flight," I said, a tear slid slowly down my cheek.
"Oh honey, I love you I'll call you when ever I can okay?" my mum said.
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you again really soon, I promise, tell Brianna I love her and give her and the kids a hug from me," I said.
"I will sweetie, I will," she replied.
"I love you mum," I said.
"I love you too," she grinned.
"Bye mum,"
"Bye honey, bye Billie,"
"Bye Susan."
We made our way outside the hospital. We stood on the side of the road and I hailed us a taxi. The taxi pulled up and we got in.
"Take us to the umm... Majestic Hotel please," I told the taxi driver. (I made up the hotel name lol).
The cab ride was silent, I was thinking about my mum, and how I wish I hadn't stayed at my dad's for as long as I did, wishing I could've kept in touch with my mum and sister when I first ran away. We got to the hotel and Billie paid the driver.
We went silently up to our room.
"So, you've meet my mother," I said smiling.
"Yeah, she's cool, I can see where you got your cool-ness from," he said laughing.
I laughed, "Nice one," I smiled.
"I wish I had of kept in contact with her back when I first ran away. I should've been more careful with my address book thing," I said sadly.
"Hey, come on babe don't beat your self up over it. You're in contact with her now, and she's happy, even if it has been seven long years, at least you had the guts to talk to her after that long. If I was in your position I wouldn't have had the guts," he said wrapping his arms around me.
"True, but I don't know. I still feel guilty. I keep thinking that if I hadn't run away, my dad would still be alive because we wouldn't have gone to grandmas. In a way it's my fault for running away. My mum and dad both said 'Never run away from your problems' and what did I do? I ran away from them. I ran away. God. And to think I ran away and caused my dad to die, just because I wanted to see grandma. I wanted to see her not only because I love her, but because she made the best fucking cookies EVER. I feel so selfish. I could tell he wasn't feeling too good, but he still took me, I told him we could go tomorrow or another day but he insisted on taking me that day because I seemed a little depressed at having to wait another day. Then that fucking drunk driver; it was my fault, all my fucking fault. If I hadn't wanted him to take me that day, we would never have been hit by that drunk driver..." I trailed off I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"Babe, it's not your fault. Please don't think that, you're not selfish, so what if you wanted your grandmas' cookies. Cookies are good, seriously though, it's not your fault. You didn't cause the car accident, the drunk driver did. If it wasn't for the drunk driver, your dad would still be here." He paused, "See this is exactly the reason why I fucking hate drunk drivers. They cause people to be hurt, and to lose family members. It's just not fair. I remember when a few years back Josh was in that car accident, because some drunken guy crashed into him. Josh lived, I know, but it's just the fact that his family and friends had to be put through seeing him lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him, looking so weak and helpless, it just sucks," he said remembering one of our best friends lying in the bed looking so drained. "Babe, please stop blaming your self for this. It wasn't your fault. I swear. It wasn't your fault alright?"
I just sighed. I kept playing that night over and over in my head again. I couldn't stop.
"I don't understand why the fucking drunk driver lived. Why can't he have been the one that died? It was his own fucking fault for driving drunk anyway," I said silently crying.
"Babe, I know, but at least he is in jail. For drunken driving charges and manslaughter charges, it's one less drunk driver to worry about," he said.
"Mm... " I hummed.
After a minute of silence Billie started talking.
"Are you alright now babe?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I sighed. "We should probably get ready; we have to be at the airport again soon,"
"Yeah..." he trailed off. He got up and started gathering his things together. It was already 3:34pm and we had to be at the airport within an hour. I packed my stuff up and got changed and all that stuff you would normally do.
We then made our way down to the front of the hotel with our bags and everything. Handed in the key and hailed down a cab.
The drive to the airport was silent. We were both thinking about our conversation earlier. When we got to the airport we paid the cab driver and dragged our bags to the desk again.
"I booked flights yesterday, under the name Armstrong," Billie told the man behind the desk.
"Oh yes, Flight 8A to California? Leaves at 6:37pm? From Gate 25?" the man asked.
"That's the one," Billie replied.
"Here you go," the man said, handing us our boarding passes. "The Gate is just over there," he said pointing to the Gate.
"Thank you," said Billie.
We walked over to the Gate after putting our luggage on the luggage thing. We only had our carry-on bags with us. The plane had already started boarding and it was on the last boarding call. We rushed up to the Gate and showed the lady our boarding pass. She let us through and we went to our seats. Again I was on the isle seat while Billie was near the window.
***
"ASH! BILLIE!" someone yelled.
I looked around.
"TRE!" I noticed Tre standing over in the corner with a sign that said 'Get the F**k over here BJ and ASH' (That's exactly what it said, asterisks and all).
I ran over to Tre and embraced him in a hug.
"Hey Tre!" I said smiling.
"Hey Ash. YO BJ! Get your fat ass over here now," Tre yelled.
"Shut up, fuck face" said Billie.
"The others are waiting in the car outside for us," said Tre ignoring Billie's comment.
We headed outside with our luggage and all to be greeted with shouts and screams from the car.
"Hey guys!" I said as I hopped in the car.
"HEY ASH!" they screamed back.
"Ow, my ears," I said covering my ears.
"Sorry," said Sarah.
"So you fucking should be," I said, laughing.
At Billie's...
We were sitting down in the living room, watching TV. I was thinking about the visit to LA and how well it had gone. I expected my mum to start yelling at me or hate me or something, but she seemed really happy to see me after all these years. I realised it was only about 3 days until September... It was the time that Billie would need his friends the most.
29th August 1987...
Billie and I were cuddling on the sofa, the others were out doing god knows what but we just wanted to stay here. We were watching a re-run of Tom and Jerry; it had been my second favourite cartoon since I was a kid.
I looked up at Billie and noticed him looking at me smiling.
"What?" I asked smiling.
"Just thinking," he replied, still smiling.
"About... ?" I asked grinning.
"You," he smiled.
"I feel so special," I said laughing.
He just smiled in return.
I turned to the TV and saw The Looney Tunes were on, I laughed at Road Runner who made that little 'Meep Meep," sound and zoomed off.
"TWEETY!" I yelled when I saw Tweety bird, making Billie jump.
"Whoa," Billie said. "Give me a fucking heart attack why don't you?" he said, laughing.
"Sorry!" I said, smiling.
He kissed my cheek. "S'okay babe."
"I love you," I said.
"Love you too Hun," he replied.
"HONEY I'M HOME!" came a voice from the front hallway.
"They're back," I said laughing slightly at Tre who came running in wearing what look like a tutu and a pink bra over his clothes.
"Okay, Tre, what the fuck are you wearing?" Billie asked.
"A tutu, don't I look beautiful?" Tre said grinning as he twirled around.
"Uh, no, it's actually kinda scaring me," I said laughing.
Tre looked shocked, "How dare you say that I'm not beautiful... you're just JEALOUS," he said, emphasising the last word.
"No, you're just ugly," I said poking my tongue out.
"Damn you, you suck!" Tre said glaring at me.
"Eh, you swallow," I said winking at him.
He gasped, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!" he yelled, jumping on top of me and starting to tickle me.
"Ah, careful, I'm pregnant remember," I said shoving him off me.
"Oh, yeah... " he said.
"Dumbass," muttered Billie.
"Ass wipe," came Tre's reply.
"Dick wad," retorted Billie.
"Homosexual,"
"Fucktard,"
"Ass face,"
"Gay homosexual monkey fucking wrestling midget."
"OKAY SHUT UP YOU TWO!" I yelled while trying not to burst out laughing.
"I WIN!" yelled Billie punching the air.
"Nuh huh, it's not over bitch," said Tre, "It aint over 'til the fat lady sings,"
I started singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. "There the fat lady sung, or in my case the lady that's fat because she's pregnant sung," I laughed.
"Damn," said Tre.
"HA! FUCK YOU TRE I WIN, TAKE THAT BITCH!" Billie yelled.
"Shut up dumbass," I said.
"Hey, no fair," he replied pouting.
"Pfft, that was fair," I said grinning evilly.
"Was not, now give poor wittle Billie a kiss," he pouted.
I kissed him on the lips quickly.
"Pfft, is THAT all I get?" he asked, still pouting.
"Yes," I replied.
"Bitch," he said.
"Ass," I replied.
"Mother," he started.
"Fucker," I finished for him.
We both cracked up laughing, when Tre yelled out "BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER!" after he put the four words together.
"Tre you crazy son of a bitch," Billie said slapping his friend over the back of the head.
"OUCH!" he yelled, "What the fuck was that for?"
"No idea, I was bored," Billie replied simply and walked out of the room to find Ingrid, Mike and Sarah, lying on the floor in hysterics.
We were both running around like mad packing everything we thought we would need. I packed enough for two weeks just in case, and got my toiletries and anything I needed. Billie was rushing around trying to find his eyeliner.
"Where is it?!?!" he muttered turning around in circles eyeing every nook and cranny in the room.
"Have you tried the cupboard in the bathroom? Or the cabinet?" I suggested.
"Yeah, it's not in there," he said.
"Okay, don't worry, you can use mine," I said.
"M'kay," he nodded slowly.
"Right, its 5:32 so we have a couple of hours, so I'll have a shower and get dressed, then you can have a shower," I said sorting through some clothes to find something to wear.
"Okay," he said. "Hey, wear these," he said after a long pause, holding up my dark blue denim jeans that had a few holes in them with one hand, while rummaging around in his bag for something with the other hand.
"Okay, I need a shirt though Billie," I said.
"Here, wear this one," he said finally finding what he wanted and pulling his Ramones shirt out and handing the outfit to me.
"This looks good, thanks babe," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Now, the only question is, what am I going to wear?" he said frowning.
I rummaged through his bag and pulled out his tight black jeans, a Clash shirt, his black button up shirt, and his black and white polka dotted tie.
"There you go," I said, smiling and handing the outfit to him.
"WHOA! I should get you to choose my outfits every day," he remarked laughing slightly.
I laughed. "Right, see you after my shower babe!" I said, looking at the clock and noticing it was already 5:46.
I ran into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the shower, undressed and hopped under the warm water.
After my shower, I dried my self off, put my clothes on, fixed my long black hair with blue tips (from when I dyed it ages ago) into a loose ponytail, and put my eyeliner on.
I walked out of the bathroom and into Billie's room. (I should really start calling it OUR room). "Bathroom's free babe," I said walking into the room.
"Thanks, see you soon!" he said, running out the door in the direction of the bathroom.
I looked through all my shoes deciding which ones to wear. I could wear my pink con's, my black con's, my red con's, my black and white checkered vans, my pink and green checkered vans, my tartan con's, my black tennis shoes (which were actually Billie's old black tennis shoes that mysteriously went missing and appeared in my closet). I decided on the black tennis shoes. I put the rest of my shoes into my suitcase just as Billie came into the room, drying his hair with a towel, tooth brush hanging out of his mouth.
"Haha, nice look Billie," I said, motioning to the tooth brush.
"Thanks," he said, trying not to drop the tooth brush.
He walked out of the room and back into the bathroom to finish doing his teeth and hair.
"Right, eyeliner, hair gel and hair brush please," he said, walking into the room.
I handed him the eyeliner, gel and brush, and watched him apply his eyeliner and fix his hair, smiling at the look of concentration on his face.
"What're you smiling at?" he asked noticing me looking at him.
"Nothing," I said smiling.
"Okay?" he said frowning slightly.
It looked at the clock.
"Its 6:33 Billie!" I said.
"Mmhmm, we have to have something to eat, and then pack the car up, then find Tre, then get everyone in the car, then find the map, and then we can go," he said counting his fingers with every thing he said.
"M'kay," I said.
30 minutes later...
We had just eaten some pasta and now were trying to find Tre.
"Tre COME ON! We'll leave without you and you won't get to say goodbye!" Billie yelled through the house.
Everyone else was in the car waiting.
"Fuck, Billie, are you going now?" Tre said coming down the stairs.
"Yeah, so get your ass in the car now," Billie replied.
"Yeah, yeah," he said.
At the airport...
"Bye guys! I'll call you every day, and yeah! I'll see you in about a week maybe," I said, hugging each of my four friends that weren't coming.
Billie hugged them too.
"Bye guys!" he said.
"CALL US!" Tre shouted out the window.
"We will!" I called back, as I watched the car drive off, with Mike driving and the others were waving madly out the window.
"Well, here we," I said, taking a deep breath and stepping foot into the airport.
Billie led me over to a blonde lady sitting at a desk.
"Hello sir, ma'am, how may I help you?" she said, with a fake smile.
"Um, I rang the other day and booked two tickets to LA, the flight leaves at 9:03pm I think," said Billie.
"Umm, yes, what was the name again sir?" said the lady with the fake smile, whose name I noticed was Jessica.
"Armstrong," he said.
"Armstrong... Armstrong... Arm- oh here it is! Your flight is flight 7B it leaves at gate 23 in... 28 minutes," said Jessica smiling sweetly.
"Thanks," said Billie, looking around for gate 23.
"Where's gate 23?" he asked.
"Over there," Jessica replied pointing to a door that said 'to gates 20-29'.
"Ah, thanks," he said, as he grabbed my hand with his free hand, and dragged us and our luggage to gate 23.
It was 5 to 9 by now, and I was starting to panic.
I couldn't breathe properly, and I was shaking.
Billie noticed something was wrong, and was trying to comfort me.
He couldn't figure out what was happening. Then he suddenly clicked.
"You're having a panic attack Hun, just calm down and concentrate on breathing," he said rubbing my back with one hand while searching in his carry-on for a paper bag. He found one and handed it to me, "Breathe into that, it'll help,"
"Flight 7B to LA is now boarding at Gate 23. Flight 7B to LA is now boarding at Gate 23," crackled the speaker.
I finally calmed down and was able to breathe properly again. We made our way up the tunnel thing to the plane. Billie was holding my hand the whole way up.
We sat in our seats, him by the window, and me by the isle.
About 20 minutes later...
"Hello everyone, welcome to Flight 7B to LA, I am your captain. We will be taking off shortly, so if everyone could please secure their belongings in the compartments above your heads, it would be much appreciated."
About 5 minutes later.
"This is your captain again, we are about to take off, the flight attendants have shown you what to do in an emergency. The seat belt light is on, can everybody please take their seats and fasten their seat belts, and we will be taking off in a few minutes."
I started shaking again. Billie grabbed my hand.
"Its okay babe, it'll be fine, don't worry," he said comfortingly.
The plane started to slowly move, and then I felt it lift off the ground.
I grabbed onto his hand tight. I whimpered.
"Baby, shh, it's okay, everything is fine, and when the plane levels out we can undo our seat belts and watch the in-flight entertainment, okay?" he said smiling.
"Mmhmm," I nodded.
The plane had finally levelled out and I relaxed a little. I undid my seat belt, and grabbed my carry-on bag out of the compartment. I took out my tape walkman and put the ear buds in my ears turning the volume up a little.
I rested my head on Billie's shoulder and slowly started to fall asleep, never letting go of his hand.
"Ash, Ash wake up, we're nearly there," Billie whispered in my ear, gently shaking me.
"Hmm?" I mumbled.
"Babe, come on," he said, taking my ear phones out and putting them inside my bag with my walkman, he got up and put the bag in the compartment.
I slowly woke up.
"Hello, you decided to join us here in the land of the living?" Billie said laughing.
"Shut up," I said, swatting his arm playfully.
The seatbelt light flashed on and I quickly buckled my belt. Billie sat down and buckled his belt. I grabbed onto the armrest.
Billie put his hand over mine.
"Babe, it's okay, we aren't going to crash, I promise," he said.
"This is your captain; we have safely landed at LAX. You may leave the plane now."
Billie and I grabbed our things and headed off the plane, we walked through the gate. "Right, where to now?" he said.
"Follow me," I said, leading him over to the luggage thing. We collected our luggage and I led him outside. I hailed a taxi and we hopped in.
"Take us to this hotel please," I said, showing him a pamphlet.
"Okay," he said, driving off.
We got to the hotel and took our luggage to the front desk.
"Hi, I made a reservation a while ago, under Armstrong," Billie said to the lady at the desk. She looked like the lady at the airport in California, blonde and smiling fake.
"Um, yes, here it is Armstrong, one week, room 316," said the lady, handing Billie the key.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome," she replied.
We took our luggage to the elevator and pressed the button, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I pressed the third floor button. The elevator dinged and the doors opened again at the third floor.
We took our luggage and walked down the hall 'till we saw room 316, we opened the door and dragged our suitcases inside and put them down on the floor.
"It's 11:30pm, we should get some rest babe, we can go to the hospital tomorrow okay?" Billie asked.
"Okay," I agreed.
"I'm tired," he said.
"Me too," I replied.
He stripped down to his boxers and hopped into bed; I grabbed a pair of Billie's black boxers I had 'borrowed and forgotten to return' and a sex pistols shirt and got changed. I hopped into bed and instantaneously got cuddled by Billie.
9:47am 21st August.
I woke up and looked at Billie. He looked so peaceful, so angelic. About five minutes later he slowly opened one of his eyes. "Good morning beautiful," he said smiling.
"Good morning my Sexy Billie Joe," I said, smiling and kissed him.
"Mm, I wanna wake up this way every morning," he said laughing.
"Me too," I said grinning. Suddenly I ran to the bathroom. "Oh god," was all I said, before burying my head back in the toilet bowl.
20 minutes later, we had our coffee and we were now getting ready.
I got changed into a pink shirt that said 'Pink is Punk', put on a pair of navy blue Dickies, and put my old tattered black converse on.
Billie got changed into a pair of loose black jeans, and a black shirt that had a bright red star in the middle and put his black converse on. His converse had black laces, mine had white. I fixed my hair into a messy bun and applied my eyeliner. Then I watched Billie do his hair and eyeliner. Before finding my cell phone and wallet and putting them both in my pocket. Billie grabbed his cell phone, his wallet, and the room key and put them in his pocket.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said.
"Okay, well, lets go down stairs," he said.
"Okay," I said, following him out the door, closing it behind me.
We got down to outside the hotel and I flagged down a cab.
"You're like a fucking pro," he said as we got into the cab.
"Haha," I said. "I've had practise babe,"
"Nice," he said.
"LA General Hospital, please," I said to the cab driver. (P.S I don't know the name of a hospital in LA so I made it up).
"Right," he said, before heading to LA General.
We got there and Billie paid the driver, we hopped out of the cab and walked up to the front desk.
"Hi, can you tell me what room Susan Mackenzie is in please?" I asked the lady.
"Room 137 on the second floor," said the lady. "Are you family?" she asked.
"Yes, I am her daughter," I said before walking to the elevator and pressing the up button.
Billie snaked his arm around my waist. "It's gonna be okay Ash," he whispered.
"I hope you're right," I said, sighing before getting on the elevator and pressing the button to go to the second floor.
The doors opened and I stepped out, looking left and then right down the hallway.
I saw Brianna and Brian with their two kids outside one of the rooms. I ran up to them, after whispering to Billie that it was my sister.
"Brianna!" I said running up to her.
"Ashleigh?" she said, shocked.
"Hey Brianna," I said grinning.
"Hey little sis," she said before giving me a hug. "This is my husband Brian, and our two kids, Billy and Michelle,"
"Hey Brian, it's good to finally meet you," I said smiling.
"Hey Ashleigh, I've heard a lot about you," he said grinning.
"Good stuff I hope," I said looking at my sister.
"Of course," he said, laughing.
"Hello, you two," I said looking at the two children sitting on the floor playing with the toys.
"Hewwo," said Michelle.
"Hi Michelle, Billy, I'm your aunty Ash," I said smiling.
"Hewwo aunty Ash," said Billy smiling.
"Hewwo aunty Ash," said Michelle.
I gave them both a hug before standing up again.
"Oh, I almost forgot, Brianna, meet my fiancé Billie Joe," I said holding Billie's hand. "Billie, this is my sister Brianna,"
He smiled, "Hi Brianna, I've heard a lot about you, good stuff only, she won't tell me any bad stuff," he said, whispering the last part.
I playfully swat his arm.
"How's mum doing?" I asked.
"She's stable... for now, we had a little scare earlier, but she's okay now," Brianna replied.
"It's good that she's okay now," I said.
"So little sis, what have you been up to these past... what is it now? Seven years?" Brianna asked.
"The usual. Sleeping, eating, talking, shitting, pissing, you know," I said laughing slightly.
"Haha, nice. No seriously, where have you been? You didn't even call," she said.
"I ran away to live with dad, I couldn't stand it at home. I needed to get away. I wasn't intending to stay as long as I did, it just kinda... happened," I said.
"Oh okay, you still living with dad?" Brianna asked.
I looked at BJ, "Um, no, he... almost two years ago, January 17th 1987, we were on the way to grandma's and... well all I remember is one minute we are talking and laughing, the next I see this bright light and hear a bang. Then I woke up..."
I started sobbing, "And there were all these flashing lights and sirens and people screaming. I saw him next to me, head against the steering wheel, blood everywhere, I started screaming and then I passed out. I woke up a couple of days later, and I was told dad had died on the way to the hospital. I had 4 broken ribs, a broken arm and broken leg. They lost my heart beat for 3 minutes. I was lucky to have lived through that," I said, tears streaming down my face and Brianna's face too.
Billie came over and hugged me.
"Shit, I can't believe we didn't get told," said Brianna.
"I would have called, but I lost your number," I explained.
"I'm just glad you survived," Brianna said.
"Excuse me, Mrs Carter, would you like to go and see your mother?" said the doctor.
"I uh, yeah, this is my sister, Ashleigh," said Brianna.
"Ah, Miss Mackenzie is it? Come this way," said the doctor.
"Yeah, okay... " I said, following the doctor, Billie squeezed my hand encouragingly.
I walked into the room and saw my mother.
"Mum?" I said.
"Ashleigh?" she said, shocked.
"Yeah, hi mum," I said.
"Why didn't you call us Ash, you never called, visited or anything. Where'd you run off to?" she asked.
"I lost the phone number. I ran to live with dad... " I trailed off.
"Oh, how is your father?" Mum asked me.
"He... Mum, he died in a car accident about 3 years ago. I nearly died too, but they were able to save me. He died on the way to the hospital," I said.
"Oh... my... god," she said.
"Mum, there is someone I'd like you to meet," I said.
"Okay," she said.
I walked outside and called Billie over.
"I want you to meet my mum," I told him. He nodded.
"Mum, this is my fiancé, Billie. Billie this is my mother Susan," I introduced them.
"Hello Billie," she said, smiling.
"Hello Mrs Mackenzie," he replied smiling.
"Please, call me Susan," she said.
"Okay, sorry," he said.
"Don't worry, it just makes me feel older than I already am," she said laughing.
"Hey Brianna, get in here, there is something I want to tell you guys," I said.
"Okay," said Brianna entering the room.
"Well, I have some news... two lots actually. 1, I'm in a band, called Triple Threat and Billie is in a band called Green Day. And we are pretty successful even if I do say so myself. And 2, as you both know, I'm getting married soon, on 14th Feb. I also wanted to tell you guys, that I'm pregnant, oh and you guys are invited to the wedding," I said.
"I like Green Day, and Triple Threat, I thought the voice sounded slightly familiar... and CONGRATULATIONS!" said Brianna grinning.
"Congratulations Ash, I'm happy for you," she said, she turned to look at Billie, "You look after my girl for me alright?"
"Of course," he replied. "I love her with all my heart."
I looked up at him, grinning.
"Aww, you two are a really good couple, you chose the right boy Ash," my mum said laughing.
"So mum, that means you approve?" I asked excitedly.
"Of course sweetie!" she said.
"Thank you!" I said, and hugged her and kissed her cheek.
A week later...
28th August 1987...
We had visited my mum everyday and stayed for practically the whole day. We were leaving today, the flight was leaving at 6:30pm this time and it was 2:30pm already. We were in the hospital room saying good bye.
"I wish I didn't have to go mum, but I promise I will come back and visit again, we'll keep in contact, yeah?" I said.
"Yeah, of course honey," she said. I wrote my number on a piece of paper.
"Here mum, that's my cell number, Billie's phone number, and my email," I said handing her the paper.
"Why Billie's number?" she asked.
"I live there," I said.
"Oh right," she replied.
"Tell Brianna, Brian and the kids that I'll see them later okay? I'll keep in contact with them too. The kids are adorable," I said smiling.
"Yeah, they are, take care of your self honey," my mum said before giving me a hug.
"I will mum," I replied hugging her back.
"And Billie, you take good care of my daughter alright? And you have to come with her again next time," she said.
"Of course, I'll look after her. And I'll definitely come back with her next time, it was nice meeting you Susan, I look forward to seeing you either at the wedding or next time, which ever comes first," Billie replied smiling.
"I look forward to it too," she said.
"Mum we better go, we might miss the flight," I said, a tear slid slowly down my cheek.
"Oh honey, I love you I'll call you when ever I can okay?" my mum said.
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you again really soon, I promise, tell Brianna I love her and give her and the kids a hug from me," I said.
"I will sweetie, I will," she replied.
"I love you mum," I said.
"I love you too," she grinned.
"Bye mum,"
"Bye honey, bye Billie,"
"Bye Susan."
We made our way outside the hospital. We stood on the side of the road and I hailed us a taxi. The taxi pulled up and we got in.
"Take us to the umm... Majestic Hotel please," I told the taxi driver. (I made up the hotel name lol).
The cab ride was silent, I was thinking about my mum, and how I wish I hadn't stayed at my dad's for as long as I did, wishing I could've kept in touch with my mum and sister when I first ran away. We got to the hotel and Billie paid the driver.
We went silently up to our room.
"So, you've meet my mother," I said smiling.
"Yeah, she's cool, I can see where you got your cool-ness from," he said laughing.
I laughed, "Nice one," I smiled.
"I wish I had of kept in contact with her back when I first ran away. I should've been more careful with my address book thing," I said sadly.
"Hey, come on babe don't beat your self up over it. You're in contact with her now, and she's happy, even if it has been seven long years, at least you had the guts to talk to her after that long. If I was in your position I wouldn't have had the guts," he said wrapping his arms around me.
"True, but I don't know. I still feel guilty. I keep thinking that if I hadn't run away, my dad would still be alive because we wouldn't have gone to grandmas. In a way it's my fault for running away. My mum and dad both said 'Never run away from your problems' and what did I do? I ran away from them. I ran away. God. And to think I ran away and caused my dad to die, just because I wanted to see grandma. I wanted to see her not only because I love her, but because she made the best fucking cookies EVER. I feel so selfish. I could tell he wasn't feeling too good, but he still took me, I told him we could go tomorrow or another day but he insisted on taking me that day because I seemed a little depressed at having to wait another day. Then that fucking drunk driver; it was my fault, all my fucking fault. If I hadn't wanted him to take me that day, we would never have been hit by that drunk driver..." I trailed off I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"Babe, it's not your fault. Please don't think that, you're not selfish, so what if you wanted your grandmas' cookies. Cookies are good, seriously though, it's not your fault. You didn't cause the car accident, the drunk driver did. If it wasn't for the drunk driver, your dad would still be here." He paused, "See this is exactly the reason why I fucking hate drunk drivers. They cause people to be hurt, and to lose family members. It's just not fair. I remember when a few years back Josh was in that car accident, because some drunken guy crashed into him. Josh lived, I know, but it's just the fact that his family and friends had to be put through seeing him lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him, looking so weak and helpless, it just sucks," he said remembering one of our best friends lying in the bed looking so drained. "Babe, please stop blaming your self for this. It wasn't your fault. I swear. It wasn't your fault alright?"
I just sighed. I kept playing that night over and over in my head again. I couldn't stop.
"I don't understand why the fucking drunk driver lived. Why can't he have been the one that died? It was his own fucking fault for driving drunk anyway," I said silently crying.
"Babe, I know, but at least he is in jail. For drunken driving charges and manslaughter charges, it's one less drunk driver to worry about," he said.
"Mm... " I hummed.
After a minute of silence Billie started talking.
"Are you alright now babe?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I sighed. "We should probably get ready; we have to be at the airport again soon,"
"Yeah..." he trailed off. He got up and started gathering his things together. It was already 3:34pm and we had to be at the airport within an hour. I packed my stuff up and got changed and all that stuff you would normally do.
We then made our way down to the front of the hotel with our bags and everything. Handed in the key and hailed down a cab.
The drive to the airport was silent. We were both thinking about our conversation earlier. When we got to the airport we paid the cab driver and dragged our bags to the desk again.
"I booked flights yesterday, under the name Armstrong," Billie told the man behind the desk.
"Oh yes, Flight 8A to California? Leaves at 6:37pm? From Gate 25?" the man asked.
"That's the one," Billie replied.
"Here you go," the man said, handing us our boarding passes. "The Gate is just over there," he said pointing to the Gate.
"Thank you," said Billie.
We walked over to the Gate after putting our luggage on the luggage thing. We only had our carry-on bags with us. The plane had already started boarding and it was on the last boarding call. We rushed up to the Gate and showed the lady our boarding pass. She let us through and we went to our seats. Again I was on the isle seat while Billie was near the window.
***
"ASH! BILLIE!" someone yelled.
I looked around.
"TRE!" I noticed Tre standing over in the corner with a sign that said 'Get the F**k over here BJ and ASH' (That's exactly what it said, asterisks and all).
I ran over to Tre and embraced him in a hug.
"Hey Tre!" I said smiling.
"Hey Ash. YO BJ! Get your fat ass over here now," Tre yelled.
"Shut up, fuck face" said Billie.
"The others are waiting in the car outside for us," said Tre ignoring Billie's comment.
We headed outside with our luggage and all to be greeted with shouts and screams from the car.
"Hey guys!" I said as I hopped in the car.
"HEY ASH!" they screamed back.
"Ow, my ears," I said covering my ears.
"Sorry," said Sarah.
"So you fucking should be," I said, laughing.
At Billie's...
We were sitting down in the living room, watching TV. I was thinking about the visit to LA and how well it had gone. I expected my mum to start yelling at me or hate me or something, but she seemed really happy to see me after all these years. I realised it was only about 3 days until September... It was the time that Billie would need his friends the most.
29th August 1987...
Billie and I were cuddling on the sofa, the others were out doing god knows what but we just wanted to stay here. We were watching a re-run of Tom and Jerry; it had been my second favourite cartoon since I was a kid.
I looked up at Billie and noticed him looking at me smiling.
"What?" I asked smiling.
"Just thinking," he replied, still smiling.
"About... ?" I asked grinning.
"You," he smiled.
"I feel so special," I said laughing.
He just smiled in return.
I turned to the TV and saw The Looney Tunes were on, I laughed at Road Runner who made that little 'Meep Meep," sound and zoomed off.
"TWEETY!" I yelled when I saw Tweety bird, making Billie jump.
"Whoa," Billie said. "Give me a fucking heart attack why don't you?" he said, laughing.
"Sorry!" I said, smiling.
He kissed my cheek. "S'okay babe."
"I love you," I said.
"Love you too Hun," he replied.
"HONEY I'M HOME!" came a voice from the front hallway.
"They're back," I said laughing slightly at Tre who came running in wearing what look like a tutu and a pink bra over his clothes.
"Okay, Tre, what the fuck are you wearing?" Billie asked.
"A tutu, don't I look beautiful?" Tre said grinning as he twirled around.
"Uh, no, it's actually kinda scaring me," I said laughing.
Tre looked shocked, "How dare you say that I'm not beautiful... you're just JEALOUS," he said, emphasising the last word.
"No, you're just ugly," I said poking my tongue out.
"Damn you, you suck!" Tre said glaring at me.
"Eh, you swallow," I said winking at him.
He gasped, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!" he yelled, jumping on top of me and starting to tickle me.
"Ah, careful, I'm pregnant remember," I said shoving him off me.
"Oh, yeah... " he said.
"Dumbass," muttered Billie.
"Ass wipe," came Tre's reply.
"Dick wad," retorted Billie.
"Homosexual,"
"Fucktard,"
"Ass face,"
"Gay homosexual monkey fucking wrestling midget."
"OKAY SHUT UP YOU TWO!" I yelled while trying not to burst out laughing.
"I WIN!" yelled Billie punching the air.
"Nuh huh, it's not over bitch," said Tre, "It aint over 'til the fat lady sings,"
I started singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. "There the fat lady sung, or in my case the lady that's fat because she's pregnant sung," I laughed.
"Damn," said Tre.
"HA! FUCK YOU TRE I WIN, TAKE THAT BITCH!" Billie yelled.
"Shut up dumbass," I said.
"Hey, no fair," he replied pouting.
"Pfft, that was fair," I said grinning evilly.
"Was not, now give poor wittle Billie a kiss," he pouted.
I kissed him on the lips quickly.
"Pfft, is THAT all I get?" he asked, still pouting.
"Yes," I replied.
"Bitch," he said.
"Ass," I replied.
"Mother," he started.
"Fucker," I finished for him.
We both cracked up laughing, when Tre yelled out "BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER!" after he put the four words together.
"Tre you crazy son of a bitch," Billie said slapping his friend over the back of the head.
"OUCH!" he yelled, "What the fuck was that for?"
"No idea, I was bored," Billie replied simply and walked out of the room to find Ingrid, Mike and Sarah, lying on the floor in hysterics.
