Tell Me That I Won't Feel A Thing, chapter 10
* an unknown phone line*
" It's ringing, I can hear his ring-back...what grown male chooses Barbie Girl for a ring-back?" The person hung up and glanced toward the lit desk in the pitch black room. Cigarette smoke trailed from behind the high backed chair, and a pair of black Converse showed under the desk.
"Tre Cool does," a voice said from behind the chair. "I can't believe he'd do this, seven days from tour even. It's so not like him." The cigarette was placed into the ashtray on the desk, trailing smoke as it fizzed out. " And whatever he's doing we-"
"Billie, stop playing 'Mobster' long enough to eat something!"
"Coming Adie." The chair turned revealing Billie Joe Armstrong in a pin-striped suit and bowler.
"I wonder if we're having pizza tonight?" Billie wondered out loud. " Do you want to eat with us Mike?"
The dark figure in the corner stepped out. Mike trudged up the stairs after Billie, but turned back several stairs up.
"Gerard? Pete? You still here?"
Two more black shapes walked into the illuminated desk area, lighting their faces. Gerard looked sickly and vampire-like, but Pete looked happy.
"Are we going to play more after dinner!?" Pete asked. Gerard nudged him.
"You died idiot."
"Nuh-uh. Mark brought me back to life. And then Andy and Joe ganged up on you and now you no longer exsist in the human world."
"Human, hah!" Gerard made his way up the stairs after Mike. Pete followed in back, slower.
*After dinner, in the living room*
The silence was very annoying to Billie and Mike. After Charades, Taboo, three jigsaw puzzles and a strawberry shortcake, everyone was relaxing on the couch. Billie adjusted his hat, while Pete and Gerard played Patty-Cake. Mark had joined them for dessert and now he was drawing a group picture of everyone who played 'Mobster' on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and the first of every month, 'double Mobster' if it happened to be a Wednesday or Thursday.
"Check this out!" he snickered, holding up the piece of construction paper covered with Crayola crayon. " See! There' Billie, Mike, Pete, Gerard, Andy, Joe, and Brendan!!"
" But whose the one on the unicorn?" Billie asked, a hint of laughter to his voice.
" ME!"
***
The phone rang several times. Tre reached out and popped it open.
"Billie's house again? Sorry Tess, he keeps calling me." He closed the phone and put it back on the coffee table.
"Tre?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you."
Tre stared at the T.V. The pictures seemed like moving blobs, unable to have one true form.
"I don't know what to say, Sweetheart." he squeezed her tight to his chest.
"Say what pops into your mind right now." she closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat.
" Uh...you are eighteen? Right?"
" It's ringing, I can hear his ring-back...what grown male chooses Barbie Girl for a ring-back?" The person hung up and glanced toward the lit desk in the pitch black room. Cigarette smoke trailed from behind the high backed chair, and a pair of black Converse showed under the desk.
"Tre Cool does," a voice said from behind the chair. "I can't believe he'd do this, seven days from tour even. It's so not like him." The cigarette was placed into the ashtray on the desk, trailing smoke as it fizzed out. " And whatever he's doing we-"
"Billie, stop playing 'Mobster' long enough to eat something!"
"Coming Adie." The chair turned revealing Billie Joe Armstrong in a pin-striped suit and bowler.
"I wonder if we're having pizza tonight?" Billie wondered out loud. " Do you want to eat with us Mike?"
The dark figure in the corner stepped out. Mike trudged up the stairs after Billie, but turned back several stairs up.
"Gerard? Pete? You still here?"
Two more black shapes walked into the illuminated desk area, lighting their faces. Gerard looked sickly and vampire-like, but Pete looked happy.
"Are we going to play more after dinner!?" Pete asked. Gerard nudged him.
"You died idiot."
"Nuh-uh. Mark brought me back to life. And then Andy and Joe ganged up on you and now you no longer exsist in the human world."
"Human, hah!" Gerard made his way up the stairs after Mike. Pete followed in back, slower.
*After dinner, in the living room*
The silence was very annoying to Billie and Mike. After Charades, Taboo, three jigsaw puzzles and a strawberry shortcake, everyone was relaxing on the couch. Billie adjusted his hat, while Pete and Gerard played Patty-Cake. Mark had joined them for dessert and now he was drawing a group picture of everyone who played 'Mobster' on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and the first of every month, 'double Mobster' if it happened to be a Wednesday or Thursday.
"Check this out!" he snickered, holding up the piece of construction paper covered with Crayola crayon. " See! There' Billie, Mike, Pete, Gerard, Andy, Joe, and Brendan!!"
" But whose the one on the unicorn?" Billie asked, a hint of laughter to his voice.
" ME!"
***
The phone rang several times. Tre reached out and popped it open.
"Billie's house again? Sorry Tess, he keeps calling me." He closed the phone and put it back on the coffee table.
"Tre?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you."
Tre stared at the T.V. The pictures seemed like moving blobs, unable to have one true form.
"I don't know what to say, Sweetheart." he squeezed her tight to his chest.
"Say what pops into your mind right now." she closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat.
" Uh...you are eighteen? Right?"
