The One I Want, chapter 4

"I still can't believe you came here Tré, you could get sick too." Here was Giselle, lying on her bed, sick in mid November, about 3 weeks after they started recording. While Tré came cause... well he wanted to keep Giselle company.

Tré shrugged. "At least we could be sick buddies." Giselle smiled, followed by a cough. She groaned and slumped into her pillow.

"I hate being fuckin sick."

Tré chuckled a bit. "And I bet it was the complete opposite when you were in school."

Giselle nodded. "Same with you."

"No! I LOVED school." Tré said sarcastically.

"I'm sure you did, Tré. Anyways since I'm sick I get special rights." Giselle said.

Tré quirked an eyebrow, "And those special rights being...?"

"You are my slave."

Tré grinned. "Heyy I love the sound of that. You know I could get used to you being sick."

Giselle laughed. "You know, Tré, the slave thing probably isn't what you're thinking..."

Tré turned his head and looked at Giselle. "You know... if it's getting soup or something from the store I'll go cause, and ONLY cause you're sick."

Giselle grinned, and shook her head. "I'm sure Tré... I'm sure..." Tré grinned. He stood up, and got out of Giselle's Living Room, with Giselle close behind him. "Thanks, Tré."

"For what?" Tré questioned.

"Getting me soup." He laughed, and stepped towards Giselle.

"You know what I usually say when Ramona visits, and I have to go out?" Giselle looked up at him and shrugged. "Don't burn the house down. My condom supply will be lost." Giselle widened her eyes, and Tré laughed. "And then she says, "Umm./. Right Dad. Thanks so much for the information. Now could you please go?"" Giselle smirked. "Well anyway... I'll be back soon."

"Wait Tré... Blame Kevin cause of you having to get soup."

"Why?"

"I paid him money to go to the store and get me groceries cause I was sick. Well turns out he came back, and had bought some food... But ate it before he came back." Tré laughed. "Well... Actually to turn out he brought the food to his house, and in the end gave it back to me, but he ate the chicken soup. And that was what I really needed! Anyways, cya in a bit."

"Bye." Tré walked out of Giselle's house, and headed to the store in his car.

As Tré was driving to Safeway, he went through a total of 4 red lights because he wanted to beat the rush hour traffic. Surprised that the cops haven't been on him, Tré was nearing the last light near the store. So he thought 'Eh... What the hell.' And went through another. Unfortunately, for Tré, he heard siren noise from a cop car. "Shit." Tré said aloud. He steered his car into some alley, and parked it when the cops couldn't see him. He got out, and walked casually through the alleyway. Then, the cops turned through the alley, and stopped where Tré was.

"Sir, sorry to interrupt you, but have you seen a black SUV go through this alley?" The chubby police officer asked him.

"Yesh. The SUV went down the alley and turned right."

"Thank you, sir."

"Wait one more thing/.." Tré added. "Your fly's undone." The officer seemed to ignore him, and got into the car and drove off. Tré snickered with himself, got into his car, and went to Safeway.

Tré parked his car near the entrance to find that a whole shit load of old people.. Yeah that's right old people. as he was walking, an old woman randomly came up to him.

"Hi, sonny. Long time no seee!" She continued, "Boy./. I haven't seen you in the longest time, Fred!"

Tré widened his eyes. "Umm/.. Lady, I'm not Fred."

The lady looked at Tré confused. "David?" Tré looked at her and shook his head, while looking at her like she was crazy. "Ohh sorry./. There he is." The woman walked off to another random person and yelled "FRED!!!" Tré walked into the store and looked for soup.

As he was walking through the aisles, he saw a pair of drumsticks on the floor. Wow. Free sticks. And Tré picked them up. He saw that this was the soup aisle, so he walked, while twirling his new found drumstick, and got some soup, and then he heard some kid.

"Damn. Why the hell did you bring my drumsticks into the store..." The kid, with green hair said while shaking his head.

"Cuz you're stupid." The blue haired guy replied.

"You're not helping." Tré approached the two kids.

"Here... I don't know. I just found these." Tré said while handing the green haired guy his sticks.

"Fuck you're- I mean thanks."

Tré laughed. "Doesn't matter./. Anyway you should get Tré Cool signature drumsticks./. They're the best." Tré said, while smiling retardedly. They both laughed.

"Yeah, my sister stole mine... My only ones."

Tré chuckled. "Anyway, see you around."

The green haired guy spoke, "Yeap, Bye." And they walked off. Tré went back to where the soups were. He picked up one of them and went to the cash register to pay for it. As soon as he was done paying, he got into his SUV, and didn't go through any red lights... this time.

As soon as he got back to Giselle's house, he went inside to find her asleep on the couch. Tré decided to just write her a note. As soon as he wrote the note, he gave her a slight kiss on the cheek, not enough to wake her up, but enough to make her stir, and then Tré went.

***

Giselle woke up, to find herself on the couch with the TV still on. She dozily got up and walked to the kitchen to see that Tré had left a note on the island in the kitchen, near the phone.

Giz,

You fell asleep, so I thought I'd just write this note. So, er, call me later or something. I hope you feel better.

The note wasn't signed, but Giselle obviously knew whom it was from. She took the soup and started cooking it on the stove. After she finished eating her soup she called Tré's cell phone.

"Yellow?" Tré said, as he answered the phone.

"Is yellow your favorite word to say, Tré?" Tré smirked. "Anyway, what's up?"

"Eh... How's the soup?"

Giselle laughed, "It was good... I actually feel better now."

"That's good. I just got my ass kicked at video games by my own son."

"Need summore practice eh?"

"Apparently. Frankito knows all the moves on the controller that is not for- yeah, and he kicks my ass, and refused to tell me any attacks."

Giselle laughed. "Smart four year old. Anyway, what's up?"

"Umm... Are you feeling really good?"

"Well.. I don't have a fever anymore and I definetly don't feel sick... Just a cough./. so sure."

Tré smirked to himself and he held his cell phone up to his ear, and looked out his bedroom window. "Want to come to my house and watch a movie or something?" Giselle laughed on the other line. "What? Wait actually scratch that, Giz. Want to go to somewhere in San Francisco?""

"Umm... Sure. But why do you always want to come here? I mean I could drive to Oakland instead... "

"Cuz I like San Francisco better, and it's fun driving over two bridges to get to your place." Tré answered quickly.

Giselle raised an eyebrow but then remembered she was on the phone, and he couldn't see. "How come you live in Oakland?"

"Wait... No I like Oakland better but whatever! So... Do you still want to?"

"Of course."

Tré grinned with himself. "So... See you in an hour?"

Giselle sneezed. "Sorry... and okay."

"Cya."

"Bye Tré." And Giselle hung up. She went to the fairly new gray couch she bought and turned on the television and checked the TV listings. One of the shows on the listings was "Revenge Of The Nerds" Giselle made a weird face at the T.V. and finally just decided to turn to MTV.

When she saw the Walking Contradiction video was on Giselle decided to just watch it. After the video was over, the MTV guy reported some news on Green Day. "Green Day's new album will be released sometime in Summer 2006. Also we just got this picture in and it turns out bassist Mike Dirnt's hair is pink." At that rate, Giselle was laughing at the picture that flashed on the T.V. The picture had shown Mike wearing a red shirt with his hair pink, and he was looking at the camera, not too impressed. The reporter started talking again. "In other news.. Hilary Duff-" Giselle switched the channel and mumbled to herself.

She just decided on a show that was about a brother and sister, and parents and they were arguing about some shit. Giselle didn't quite pay attention, and fell asleep, but woke up fifteen minutes before Tré came. She groaned to herself, and got up off the couch. She dragged herself upstairs, went and got changed, and also stopped at the bathroom for various reasons. After, Giselle ran to the kitchen, got her cell and grabbed her purse just as the doorbell rang. While Giselle was walking to the door, she quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, and then answered the door.

"Hey." Giselle said to Tré.

"Hey... You look... Beautiful." Giselle chuckled.

"Thank, you look pretty good too." Tré was wearing black pants, a gray shirt, with his hair gelled up into the Green Day drummers 'Tré-hawk', and a red bow tie on his black jacket.

"So... You ready to go?" Tré asked.

"Oh... Yup. I've got everything." Giselle locked up her house and her and Tré headed towards the center of San Fran. They drove over the Golden Gate, and into some district of San Francisco.

"So... I was thinking we could just go down to your mom's house and have dinner there."

Giselle looked over at him, surprised. "My... Mom's house?" Tré shrugged. "Oh my god. You have to be fuckin kidding me."

"Actually... I am." Tré grinned, while Giselle shook his head in disbelief. "Lets go to Pier 39."

"Sure." Giselle said. Then Tré started laughing. "What?"

"I don't know."

Giselle grunted, and then poked him. "You're weird."

"I'm weird?" Giselle nodded. "And you did not just fuckin poke me." Tré added.

"Apparently.. I just did."

Tré rolled his eyes. "If I had my golf shoes I'd step on your feet."

"And I would mess up your hair... Actually I wouldn't."

"Why not?"

"Cause."

"Cuz why? Do you think its hawttt?" Tré asked Giselle.

"Maybe..." Giselle answered playfully. Tré wiggled his eyebrows, as he looked back onto the road and turned onto California St., which leads to the water.

"San Francisco is so hilly..."

"And you JUST figured that out?" Giselle looked at Tré, pathetically, and he smirked.

Then Giselle just randomly asked, "When are you going to Australia?"

"Sometime after my birthday in December, and we also have a Bullet in A Bible premiere in Hollywood tomorrow or the next day... But why?" Giselle shrugged. Just then, they got to the Pier. Tré parked his car, and Giselle and him got out.

Tré ran up to Giselle, and poked her in the sides. "Oww... What the hell was that for?"

Tré grinned. "You poked me in the car... So it's ONLY fair."

Giselle rolled her eyes. "I'll get you later tonight."

"And I can't wait."

Giselle thought about what Tré had just said for a second, then added "Perv." Tré grinned. They walked along the pier together for a bit.

***

After they had finished dinner, it was around dusk, and the air was getting cooler. With the sun setting, it made a beautiful sky full of various pinks, purples, oranges and reds, and the colors seemed as though they were all painted onto the sky. But, blended into each other so they all fit in. Giselle and Tré decided, amongst Giselle's request, to go to the shops at Pier 39.

"Lets go there." Tré pointed to a sock shop, which was full of tons of socks. Almost guaranteed if you were looking for a certain pair of socks, you'd find them there.

"Yeah, this shop is probably one of my favorites here." Giselle commented, as they both walked in together.

As, they were walking around the shop; Tré spotted a pair of red and black socks, and chuckled. "I bet Billie buys his socks here." Giselle rolled her eyes at him, and he smirked. "Comic strip socks?! Who would read someone's socks?"

"They're obviously for people who can read." The shopkeeper said angrily to Tré.

"Ouch PMSing." Tré whispered to Giselle. She laughed quietly as she examined a pair of socks, while the shopkeeper glared. "Look, lady, shopkeeper, PMSer person, we aren't going to steal anything, so what the fuck's your problem?"

"My name is Yams-"

"Alright, Yams., PMSer. If you want us out of your shop, by the looks of it, frankly don't want anyone in your shop, why the hell would you work here? Actually I won't go on 'cause I already feel bad for you considering you rname." Giselle pulled Tré by the arm out of the shop as the clerk was about to answer.

"Tré don't bother." Giselle said.

"But—"

"Lets go get some ice cream." They walked to the ice cream place that was just a couple stores down.

"You're short." Tré said out of the blue.

"Wow, thanks for the compliment."

Tré chuckled. "Yeah, but you're perfect for me." Giselle rolled his eyes at him, and they continued to the ice cream parlor. "What do you want?" Tré asked.

"Oh nothing- I'm fine." Tré gasped at her in astonishment. "Wha-"

"You don't want ice cream?!"

"Well I believe that what I said."

"You have to have ice cream. I'll force it down your mouth."

Giselle grinned. "I'd like to see you try."

"Okay." He walked up, and got an ice cream.

"Okay, okay I'm kidding." Giselle said when he returned.

"I knew you'd give up." He grinned.

"I'll just have some of yours anyway."

Tré grunted. "No way josé." Giselle lunged toward him and took his ice cream from his hands.

"That was easy."

Tré frowned. "Give me my ice cream!" He said.

"No way josé." Giselle quote him.

"Awhh c'mon." Tré said.

She laughed at the drummer, and gave back the ice cream. "You really wanted it." He stuck his tongue out at her, and they walked to the car.

***

Tré woke up to the starting sound of "Bohemian Rhapsody" coming from the TV, and also to his surprise hearing Giselle singing softly to the song.

... Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters..

He smirked and joined in singing along.

Too late, my time has come..
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go...

Giselle stopped and turned around to see Tré. "Good morning." She said.

"Good mornin'" Tré replied. "You should sing that when you start touring-"

"You wish."

Tré shrugged. "Fine with me. I'll just be the lucky one and get private performance." The T.V. continued playing Bohemian Rhapsody..

I'm just a poor boy... Nobody loves me..

"Oh err... The flight to L.A. leaves in 3 hours... " Giselle looked at him. "Sorry... I forgot to-"

"Tré!" Giselle said. "It's going to take us basically a miracle to get my stuff packed, head back to Oakland, get your stuff back and then go to the airport!"

"Er... Well the guys," Tré started as Giselle frantically got out her suitcase and started stuffing clothes, and other stuff into it, "Know I have a tendency for being late for... Flights."

"Well that's good to know..." Giselle shrugged, looking on the bright side. "At least they'll suspect when we're late... Lets just try and not miss the flight."

Tré got up from the bed, and went over to Giselle. "Sorry for not-"

"No problem. Just hurry and get ready." She kissed him quickly on the lips and went downstairs, with her suitcase.

As Tré was "getting ready" he noticed his cell phone ringing,

Sweet, sweet little Ramona
She always wants to come over
Sweet, sweet little Ramona
I think I'll try and phone her

And then, it clicked. He programmed that ring tone for Ramona's cell phone. He picked up the cell phone, and sung "Sweet, sweet little Ramona."

"Hey Dad!" She spoke excitedly, and then added, "Are you always going to sing that song when I phone you?"

"Of course." Tré smirked. "What's up, hun?"

"Next week school is off.. So I'm going to come over for your birthday!"

Tré, who was extremely happy right now, getting to see his girl on his birthday said, "So you're coming over for the whole week?"

"Yup." Ramona replied on the phone.

"Awhh that sucks" Tré said jokingly to his daughter.

"I would have so punched you right now, Dad." He laughed.

"Well, I'm kind of stuck here.. I need to go cause I might miss a flight..."

"That's all right, Dad. I can call later and give the shit- err uhmm... flight numbers!"

Tré laughed. "Just don't say that in front of your Mom, she might blame me." Ramona laughed. "Talk to you later 'Mona"

"Bye Dad."

"Bye." Tré hung up his cell phone a hurriedly ran down Giselle's stairs. "Ramona phoned." He said while smiling.

"What'd she say?"

"She's coming over next week, for my birthday."

Giselle smirked, and said, "That's good," just as they were getting into Tré's SUV.

The ride to Tré's house from Giselle's house was pretty quiet, except for the faint sounds of the radio. Not as in awkward quiet, but it was just they didn't really seem to talk about much. As soon as they got to Tré's house, he rushed out of the car and got his stuff, and then quickly stuffed it into the trunk, and then got into the car.

"Wow," Giselle commented. "That's one of the fastest packing jobs... Ever."

Tré smirked. "I get used to packing fast." Tré drove quickly to Oakland's airport, parked the car, and got all the stuff out of it. Him, and Giselle walked to the parking meter to pay for a parking ticket, but Tré's bill wouldn't go in.

"Damn, bill! Go in!" He said stuffing the bill into the machine.

"Here... That's not going to help." Giselle took the bill, uncrumpled it and put it into the machine with no problem at all.

"Thanks." Tré said, as they hurriedly dragged their suitcases into the airport. Tré went up to the front desk and checked in.

"Mr. Wright? I believe that flight leaves in 5 minutes..."

Tré turned around to face the Check in clerk. "Well we'd better hurry then." Then, him and Giselle went to the gate and saw Mike, Joey, Jakob, and Brittany waiting for them.

Mike smirked. "We thought you'd be late."

"Hey, it's ma job." Tré replied, to Mike. "Where's-"

"On the plane." Joey replied, as they walked into the plane. Giselle found a seat with Tré right behind the Armstrong kids. As they sat there waiting for the plane they heard constant arguing.

"No, Jakob I'm the oldest." Joey said.

"That's getting old, Joe-Joe." Jakob replied, grinning.

"My name isn't Joe-Joe fat ass." Joey retorted.

"Hey! Cut the swearing." Billie said, from a few seats back. Jakob stuck his tongue out at his older brother.

"Dad. I want to sit somewhere else!" Joey said. A few people around the plane gave the Armstrong's annoying glances. Tré mumbled to himself, you should see me on longer flights... I could annoy the hell out of you "business people"...

"I can sit with Jakob." Giselle offered. Tré looked up at her as she switched seats with Joey, and then as soon as Joey came into Giselle's seat, Tré started annoying him.

"Guess what Joseph?" The older Armstrong turned to look at Tré. "Ramona's coming next week." Joey immediately turned a light shade of pink and turned away from Tré.

"Nothings going on!"

"Ooohh I'm sure Joe-Joe!" Tré teased.

"You know.. Maybe I shouldn't have switched seats..." Joey said, while Tré smirked. "Or maybe I should have sat with Giselle.."

As Tré continued bugging Joseph, Giselle was in the seat in front next to Jakob. "Can I... sit in the window...?"

Giselle smiled at Jakob, "Sure, of course." Fifteen minutes later, they had arrived at LAX. Obviously, it wouldn't have been a long ride considering it was only Oakland to "The City Of Angels". But nevertheless, it was better then driving.

As soon as they got off the plane, they each rented a car and drove to Hollywood, to check in at their hotel. To say Los Angeles was busy was an understatement. But of course, L.A. is always busy, with the tourists coming in and out, and the movies being recorded.. Not to mention, the bands and singers coming in and out for the playing of concerts.

"Damn." Tré said as he drove through the city.

"Y'know Tré, not to be annoying, but are we almost there?" Tré answered that question after a honk of his horn, and swerving into the other lane.

"Actually, yeah." Tré said sounding frustrated. After about twenty more minutes, they were at the hotel. Tré got out of the car that he rented—a pretty expensive-looking shiny red BMW—and got the bags out of the trunk.

"I feel as though I'm going to fricken' scratch this car." Giselle said, while trying to not touch the shiny red paint.

Tré laughed. "You're paranoid." Then, as he said that he almost starched the car with one of the bags. Giselle rolled her eyes, while Tré shrugged. "I won't scratch it." Then they went to the hotel counter.

"Hi, I'm checking in."

"Your name please?" The hotel clerked asked him.

"Err..." Tré looked to see that no one was around. "Mr. Giggle-Face."

"Okay, here is your key you're room 327."

"Thanks." Tré said.

"Have a nice afternoon, Mr. Giggle-Face." Giselle had to laugh at the last part.

"You know, Tré.. You could have thought of a better name.."

"Like what... ? Mr. Doolittle?" Giselle shrugged, and they walked up to their hotel room. Tré put the card key into the door and opened it. As soon as they got in Giselle's cell rang.

"Hello?" It was Kevin. Tré was lying on the bed, watching T.V. "What the fuck?!" Giselle yelled into the phone. "What the hell do you mean, she can't do that!" Tré jumped at her voice, and looked towards Giselle. "We're supposed to be recording soon!" Giselle stopped talking, while Kevin was replying to her. "Well how can we do that?! I mean we already all play damn instruments. We can't play two at fuckin once." Tré knew that that point that someone must have quit the band. "Yeah, I guess we could drop a guitar. Mandy already did? Well, does she even know how to play the damn bass?" There's the person, Tré thought. Sidney quit. "Why did she quit anyway? Well, whatever. The point is how is Mandy supposed to learn to play?"

"Mike could always give her lessons." Tré interrupted quickly.

"Tré-"

"No. You need someone to teach Mandy how to play, and why not? Mike's perfect guy."

"Yeah, but-" Tré snatched the phone out of Giselle's hands. "Kevin? Yeah, Mike will. Alright, cya." Tré smiled at Giselle, but she frowned.

Giselle sighed. "I can't believe she quit.. I mean-"

"It doesn't matter, it's her loss. She'll be sorry after, anyway." Tré said. "Don't worry 'bout it. Well... try. Now, lets go somewhere for lunch.." Just then Tré's cell rang. "Hey, Brittany. Yeah, meet ya there with Mike." Tré hung up his cell. "We're supposed to meet them at the hotel lobby to decide where to go." Giselle nodded and they walked out of their room. They walked up to the elevator.

"Err... Tré?" Giselle asked. Tré turned around, and then Giselle just shook her head. "Actually nevermind." He pressed the lobby button to the elevator, and stood back as he waited for the doors to close. Giselle sighed, and Tré pulled her close.

"Don't worry-"

Giselle cut him off. "But how the fuck am I supposed to not worry about it?! What if-"

"What if's are just wastes of time."

"But-"

"Just have a good time drinking tomorrow."

Giselle frowned. "I don't drink my problems away, Tré."

"That's not what I meant. Just have a good time while you can and worry about it when you get back."

"Well..."

"I know I clown around a lot, and usually am not serious, but just trust me." Tré said, looking down into her eyes.

"I can trust you but-"

"Then just trust me." Tré said, and he kissed her. The doors opened to reveal the hotel lobby, and they walked out.