“Who Would've Thought Getting Knocked Down Would End So Well?”, chapter 10
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A few days later, I was fussing over what to wear to Tre's party. Drew looked over at me and shook his head.
"I don't see what the big deal is, he's seen you covered in food and still tried to jump your bones."
Billie Joe and I had been seeing a lot of each other lately, and had gotten closer after we'd shared our pasts with each other. And tonight I wanted to look nice for him (and myself too, of course), show my feminine side for once. Was that too much to ask?
"Maybe I'll wear that mid-length black skirt I bought last week. Ooh, and that lacy red camisole I've never worn!"
I wasn't really talking to Drew but to myself as I ran around, trying to get ready. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pelt my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, that is, until Drew began complaining in the hallway. From inside the bathroom I could hear Drew pounding on the door claiming that I was going to drain all of California's water supply unless I got out of the shower immediately; I did tend to take very long showers. Minutes later, I turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy yellow towel around my wet body.
"The garden owners of California thank you. Now their tomatoes shall live another day!" I opened the bathroom door.
"Must you always be so dramatic Drew?"
"Of course. You know me."
Drew had a big smile on his face. I think he was as excited as I was for the party. As soon as I had stepped out of the bathroom and onto the lilac coloured carpet of our hallway, Drew pushed past me and ran into the bathroom, locking the door so he could get ready himself. After my interrupted shower, I walked to my bedroom to get ready. I dried and straightened my dark, wavy hair and checked myself out in the mirror - I looked like a completely different person but I looked good. I slowly dressed myself then applied some makeup and went downstairs to wait for Mike. Billie Joe was spending the day with his sons Joey and Jakob and was running late. Mike offered to pick us up.
"Drew, hurry up, you get ready slower than I do!"
Drew was still checking himself out in the mirror, fixing his hair when the doorbell rang. "That's Mike. Come on, you look pretty enough." Drew shot me a dirty look. I opened the door to see Mike.
"Hey Mike."
"Hey Amelia. Ready to go?"
"Yup."
Mike looked at Drew. "Hey, you must be Drew. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Mike." He held out his hand and Drew shook it.
"Nice to finally meet you."
With that, we got into Mike's car and drove towards Tre's house. The three of us talked and joked the whole way. Mike was telling us about his daughter Estelle.
" . . . so Stella has decided that she now wants to be a drummer. She saw footage of the Pop Disaster tour and fell in love with Travis Barker from Blink-182. She seems to think that if she improves her drumming skills, he'll suddenly want to marry her or something." Mike chuckled heartily at his pre-teen daughter.
"This is only the beginning, Mike. Before you know it, she'll be a teenager and all hell will break loose . . . I was a teenage girl once . . . and I was trouble."
"Thanks for trying to scare me, always appreciated. But I'm not too worried about Hero." By the way he talked about Estelle, I could sense the immense amount of love Mike had for his little girl. We were still teasing one another when we pulled up in front of Tre's home.
"Here we are," Mike said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. I took a look at Tre's house and my jaw dropped. It was huge, and beautiful with manicured lawns and gardens surrounding his home. I guess Green Day wasn't doing too bad!
"Wow. Remind me to be a successful musician in my next life."
I could always count on Drew to voice what we were both thinking. Mike opened Tre's front door and led us inside. I was in awe with the beauty of his home - large, spacious, and well decorated. You could definitely see the feminine touch that Claudia, Tre's ex-wife, added to their home. Drew left me immediately to hit on some girl who was standing alone in the living room, and Mike had begun to mingle. I started looking around for the host of the party.
"Well if it isn't Amelia!" An excited and slightly tipsy Tre was rushing towards me with his arms open.
I hugged him back. "Hey Tre. Great party." There were at least fifty people present, the music was going and everyone really seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"Hey, you want a panty remover?"
For over a minute, I just stared at Tre, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. Was he coming on to me?
"Uhhh, excuse me?"
"A panty remover. It's a drink I love making. I can make you one." I felt so stupid. I thought Tre was trying to hit on me, or something.
"Yeah, Tre, a panty remover would be great." I watched as he skilfully combined various liquors. It looked strong. Tre handed me a full glass. He picked up his own glass and clinked it against mine.
"To removing panties!"
I couldn't help but laugh. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist - Billie Joe. "Hey, if anyone's removing panties, it's me."
"Only if they're your own," I teased.
"BURN!" And with that, Tre stumbled away, laughing, getting drunker by the minute. I took a sip of my drink and it was good. I gulped it down a bit quicker than I probably should have.
"How was your day with Joey and Jakob?"
Billie Joe smiled proudly. "It was great. My kids are amazing." He looked me in the eye. "I want you to meet them sometime."
"I'd like that."
"By the way, you look beautiful, but then again, you always do."
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his right arm around my waist and held his beer in his left hand. We continued drinking until we'd all reached a drunken stupor. By then, most of Tre's guests had departed and there were seven of us left: Tre, Mike, Billie Joe, Drew, Claudia, Sara the girl Drew met at the party, and I.
"What arre we going to do nowww?" I was slurring so much I was surprised anyone even understood what I was saying.
Tre piped up, "I knoww, sspinnn the bottle!"
We all groaned but no one really opposed it - maybe we were too drunk. Tre kept talking. "If you're a girll and the bottle lands on a girl youuu have to kissss themm." Wow, he was drunk.
"Fine, but the same goes for the guys! No double standards here." Go Claudia, nice rule.
We all reluctantly agreed to play and I stumbled into Tre's kitchen to get one of the many empty liquor bottles in the room. I picked up an empty gin bottle and headed back to the rest of the group.
"I'll go first."
"I don't see what the big deal is, he's seen you covered in food and still tried to jump your bones."
Billie Joe and I had been seeing a lot of each other lately, and had gotten closer after we'd shared our pasts with each other. And tonight I wanted to look nice for him (and myself too, of course), show my feminine side for once. Was that too much to ask?
"Maybe I'll wear that mid-length black skirt I bought last week. Ooh, and that lacy red camisole I've never worn!"
I wasn't really talking to Drew but to myself as I ran around, trying to get ready. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pelt my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, that is, until Drew began complaining in the hallway. From inside the bathroom I could hear Drew pounding on the door claiming that I was going to drain all of California's water supply unless I got out of the shower immediately; I did tend to take very long showers. Minutes later, I turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy yellow towel around my wet body.
"The garden owners of California thank you. Now their tomatoes shall live another day!" I opened the bathroom door.
"Must you always be so dramatic Drew?"
"Of course. You know me."
Drew had a big smile on his face. I think he was as excited as I was for the party. As soon as I had stepped out of the bathroom and onto the lilac coloured carpet of our hallway, Drew pushed past me and ran into the bathroom, locking the door so he could get ready himself. After my interrupted shower, I walked to my bedroom to get ready. I dried and straightened my dark, wavy hair and checked myself out in the mirror - I looked like a completely different person but I looked good. I slowly dressed myself then applied some makeup and went downstairs to wait for Mike. Billie Joe was spending the day with his sons Joey and Jakob and was running late. Mike offered to pick us up.
"Drew, hurry up, you get ready slower than I do!"
Drew was still checking himself out in the mirror, fixing his hair when the doorbell rang. "That's Mike. Come on, you look pretty enough." Drew shot me a dirty look. I opened the door to see Mike.
"Hey Mike."
"Hey Amelia. Ready to go?"
"Yup."
Mike looked at Drew. "Hey, you must be Drew. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Mike." He held out his hand and Drew shook it.
"Nice to finally meet you."
With that, we got into Mike's car and drove towards Tre's house. The three of us talked and joked the whole way. Mike was telling us about his daughter Estelle.
" . . . so Stella has decided that she now wants to be a drummer. She saw footage of the Pop Disaster tour and fell in love with Travis Barker from Blink-182. She seems to think that if she improves her drumming skills, he'll suddenly want to marry her or something." Mike chuckled heartily at his pre-teen daughter.
"This is only the beginning, Mike. Before you know it, she'll be a teenager and all hell will break loose . . . I was a teenage girl once . . . and I was trouble."
"Thanks for trying to scare me, always appreciated. But I'm not too worried about Hero." By the way he talked about Estelle, I could sense the immense amount of love Mike had for his little girl. We were still teasing one another when we pulled up in front of Tre's home.
"Here we are," Mike said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. I took a look at Tre's house and my jaw dropped. It was huge, and beautiful with manicured lawns and gardens surrounding his home. I guess Green Day wasn't doing too bad!
"Wow. Remind me to be a successful musician in my next life."
I could always count on Drew to voice what we were both thinking. Mike opened Tre's front door and led us inside. I was in awe with the beauty of his home - large, spacious, and well decorated. You could definitely see the feminine touch that Claudia, Tre's ex-wife, added to their home. Drew left me immediately to hit on some girl who was standing alone in the living room, and Mike had begun to mingle. I started looking around for the host of the party.
"Well if it isn't Amelia!" An excited and slightly tipsy Tre was rushing towards me with his arms open.
I hugged him back. "Hey Tre. Great party." There were at least fifty people present, the music was going and everyone really seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"Hey, you want a panty remover?"
For over a minute, I just stared at Tre, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. Was he coming on to me?
"Uhhh, excuse me?"
"A panty remover. It's a drink I love making. I can make you one." I felt so stupid. I thought Tre was trying to hit on me, or something.
"Yeah, Tre, a panty remover would be great." I watched as he skilfully combined various liquors. It looked strong. Tre handed me a full glass. He picked up his own glass and clinked it against mine.
"To removing panties!"
I couldn't help but laugh. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist - Billie Joe. "Hey, if anyone's removing panties, it's me."
"Only if they're your own," I teased.
"BURN!" And with that, Tre stumbled away, laughing, getting drunker by the minute. I took a sip of my drink and it was good. I gulped it down a bit quicker than I probably should have.
"How was your day with Joey and Jakob?"
Billie Joe smiled proudly. "It was great. My kids are amazing." He looked me in the eye. "I want you to meet them sometime."
"I'd like that."
"By the way, you look beautiful, but then again, you always do."
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his right arm around my waist and held his beer in his left hand. We continued drinking until we'd all reached a drunken stupor. By then, most of Tre's guests had departed and there were seven of us left: Tre, Mike, Billie Joe, Drew, Claudia, Sara the girl Drew met at the party, and I.
"What arre we going to do nowww?" I was slurring so much I was surprised anyone even understood what I was saying.
Tre piped up, "I knoww, sspinnn the bottle!"
We all groaned but no one really opposed it - maybe we were too drunk. Tre kept talking. "If you're a girll and the bottle lands on a girl youuu have to kissss themm." Wow, he was drunk.
"Fine, but the same goes for the guys! No double standards here." Go Claudia, nice rule.
We all reluctantly agreed to play and I stumbled into Tre's kitchen to get one of the many empty liquor bottles in the room. I picked up an empty gin bottle and headed back to the rest of the group.
"I'll go first."
