Why Me?, chapter 11
The Green Day Nimrod tour was almost over. The Outcasts had played 6 more shows with us and were set to play the final show, in 3 days. At the moment everyone was taking a break which was almost over as well.
I was sitting in the basement, playing the drums while Mike was upstairs on the phone with an unknown person. After another 10 minutes of playing I set the drumsticks aside and went upstairs. I decided to take a walk, so I began to look for Mike to tell him where I was going. I found him in the kitchen still on the phone. I mouthed goodbye and walked out of the house.
As soon as I was outside I searched the pockets of my torn jeans for a cigarette and a lighter. Having successfully found a cigarette I lit it and put away my lighter. I walked aimlessly down the street, taking drags off of the cigarette for ten minutes before deciding on a place to go. I decided on the music store, because after the Jake incident I had avoided that part of town so I hadnt been to the store.
Arriving at my destination I threw the cigarette into the busy street and walked inside.
It was a bad idea, I saw so many things that I wanted but I knew I didnt need it. One item in particular was a blood red guitar with black tuning keys and even black strings. There were also silver stars on the fretboard. I looked at the guitar intently, and found that a coffin shaped case came with it. But I soon lost interest when I saw the price tag.
I continued to browse the stores merchandise, looking at the drum kits and drumsticks. Once I had looked around the whole store I walked back out and headed home. As soon as the house came into view I noticed that Mike's car was gone. I wondered where he could be, but I shrugged it off and walked inside the house.
I closed the door and was just walking into the living room when the doorbell rang. I turned around and walked to the door. What I saw was a teary eyed Billie Joe, that is before he flung himself into my arms and broke down crying. I brought him inside and shut the door again. I slowly walked with him to the living room and sat down on the couch. I was still holding him and he was still crying. I tried to comfort him and asked him what was wrong. But at the moment he didn't seem capable of answering. All he did was sob, his head lay on my shoulder and I held him for quite a while before he talked.
"It...it, it's Adie, she says she wants a divorce," He said as he tried to pull himself together.
"Why Billie?" I asked him.
"She, she says I'm not home enough and that I love touring and the band more than her. She says she'll divorce me and I wont be able to see the boys and..." At that point he broke down again.
I knew how much he loved his boys and how much it would tear him apart to be separated from them.
"Billie, you've had arguments like this before. She is not going to leave you. She's probably just stressed. I know how much you love her and the boys, just look at all the songs. She must be able to realise that. If she still doesnt believe that you love her and care about her more than touring, Mike, Tre and I can all vouch for you. You never shut up about Adie when we're on tour and you're so happy when she calls you. Trust me Bill she won't leave you, you guys would fall apart without each other," I said. I gave Billie one more hug and pulled away from him to see what he had to say.
"You're right, you're always right. I guess we are all a little stressed. And I'm sorry for breaking down like that I fell like such a wuss," He said, wiping his red eyes.
"What are friends for, you know you can always come to me for help," I said as he gave me a hug.
"Well Adie kinda kicked me out of the house till tomorrow," he said. "Can I crash here?"
"Of course, thats what the guestrooms for," I said.
"Thanks. So where's Mike?" He said.
"Well, I actually dont know. When I left the house he was on the phone but when I got back he was gone," I said.
"Oh, well what do you want to do," said Billie.
"Do you want to go grab some coffee and go to Tre's?" I said.
"Yeah, coffee sounds good. Just let me go wash my face, I have eyeliner all over me," he said.
As he washed up I searched for my money and the keys to my car. Once Billie was ready we got in the car. On the drive to Starbucks Billie managed to piss three people off by making faces at them and flipping them off randomly.
We finally entered the Starbucks parking lot and got out of the car.
"Hey look, it's Mike's car," said Billie, pointing to a car in the corner of the lot.
And he was right that was indeed Mike's car, unless someone has the same exact paint job and dent in the side door.
Once inside we ordered our coffee and sat down. I looked around for Mike but couldn't find him. Apparently today was wear sunglasses and hats inside day. All the guys were unrecognizable. In a way I hoped Mike wasn't one of them and that I had mistaken the car outside for Mikes and not someone elses. All the guys were with a girl either just holding hands or kissing.
I quickly finished my coffee, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. Once Billie finished his coffee we got back into my car and drove to Tre's house. Once there, we noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway.
"Who do you think that is?" I asked.
"Who knows, someone might have come to Tre's last night and passed out," said Billie.
"Yeah, I guess," I said.
I was about to ring the doorbell when Billie grabbed my hand.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Shh, listen. I think Tre has someone over," he said, almost laughing.
I listened and heard something I didn't really want to hear. Someone was scraming out Tre's name and there were moans coming from the upstairs bedroom. Tre must have forgotten to close the window.
"Well, I didnt know Tre had a girlfriend," I said.
We got in the car and started laughing, I was surprised that the neighbors hadn't called to complain.
We drove back to the house. We went inside and tried to figure out something to do for fun. We still had a while before we would begin to get tired after all it was only three o' clock. Eventually we went down to the basement and I played drums while Billie played guitar. Once we tired of playing, we went upstairs to watch movies. After five movies, I looked up at the clock to see that it was already 1 am.
"Billie I think we should go to sleep, its already one," I said.
"'K, well goodnight," he said as he walked upstairs to the guest room.
I was worried about Mike, because he still hadn't come home. I left the house at eleven am and when Billie cam over it was only one pm. Mike had been missing for fourteen hours. But as much as I didn't like it this was becoming his routine. I would spend a few hours with him and then he would leave, giving no explanation.
I decided not to think about it and went upstairs. I put on pj's and climbed into bed. As tired as I was it took me a while to go to sleep, I kept thinking about Mike.
Billies P.O.V
"'K, well goodnight," I said. I went upstairs to the guestroom. I found some pj's there, since me and Tre always slept here we had put some clothes in the room. I laid down and thought about the day. Adie and I had a fight, but Michelle helped me see that we had been overeacting. Every couple fights, we can't help it.
But what had been bothering me is how sad she looked. And the fact that Mike wasn't there to cheer her up. I couldn't help but wonder where he could be. Was he getting drunk without us or was it more serious. When we were on tour he was always on his cell phone. I wondered if he was enough of a jerk to cheat on his girlfriend. As much as I love Mike, I will kick his ass if he hurts Michelle. After all it's the least I could do to help one of my best friends and I guess you could say my therapist.
'Wait' I thought. This is Mike. Mike the caring, thoughtful guy everyone loves. He would never do that. But if I'm getting this paranoid, I wonder how Michelle feels.
My P.O.V
I woke up at six only to find that Mike was still not home. I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. Once I was done, I got dressed, dried my hair and put on some eyeliner. Once I was done with that, I went downstairs and turned on the TV. But nothing I did could keep one thought out of my head.
Was Mike cheating on me?
I didn't want the answer to be yes, but there was a lot of evidence showing that the guy I loved with all my heart didn't love me back like he said he did.
He was always gone, sometimes overnight and his excuse was that he had crashed at a friend's because he was drunk. But the Mike I know would have had Billie pick him up and bring him home, and he never seemed to be hungover. Another thing was that he was always on the phone. Everytime he picked up a call he smiled and ran to the other room to go talk.
Tears started to form, and slowly fall down my face as I thought about yesterday. Mike was one of the guys kissing and hugging in the Starbucks, I couldn't deny that his car was there.
The tears flowed faster and soon I shook with silent tears, holding my head in my hands. What would I do when he came home today. I can't face him. I couldnt understand why he had chosen a girl to love and then cheat on her once, and apologize. I couldnt understand why he decided to cheat again. Why did he have to break my heart.
I just wish that he doesn't lie to me again, he doesn't know that I figured it out.
I was sitting in the basement, playing the drums while Mike was upstairs on the phone with an unknown person. After another 10 minutes of playing I set the drumsticks aside and went upstairs. I decided to take a walk, so I began to look for Mike to tell him where I was going. I found him in the kitchen still on the phone. I mouthed goodbye and walked out of the house.
As soon as I was outside I searched the pockets of my torn jeans for a cigarette and a lighter. Having successfully found a cigarette I lit it and put away my lighter. I walked aimlessly down the street, taking drags off of the cigarette for ten minutes before deciding on a place to go. I decided on the music store, because after the Jake incident I had avoided that part of town so I hadnt been to the store.
Arriving at my destination I threw the cigarette into the busy street and walked inside.
It was a bad idea, I saw so many things that I wanted but I knew I didnt need it. One item in particular was a blood red guitar with black tuning keys and even black strings. There were also silver stars on the fretboard. I looked at the guitar intently, and found that a coffin shaped case came with it. But I soon lost interest when I saw the price tag.
I continued to browse the stores merchandise, looking at the drum kits and drumsticks. Once I had looked around the whole store I walked back out and headed home. As soon as the house came into view I noticed that Mike's car was gone. I wondered where he could be, but I shrugged it off and walked inside the house.
I closed the door and was just walking into the living room when the doorbell rang. I turned around and walked to the door. What I saw was a teary eyed Billie Joe, that is before he flung himself into my arms and broke down crying. I brought him inside and shut the door again. I slowly walked with him to the living room and sat down on the couch. I was still holding him and he was still crying. I tried to comfort him and asked him what was wrong. But at the moment he didn't seem capable of answering. All he did was sob, his head lay on my shoulder and I held him for quite a while before he talked.
"It...it, it's Adie, she says she wants a divorce," He said as he tried to pull himself together.
"Why Billie?" I asked him.
"She, she says I'm not home enough and that I love touring and the band more than her. She says she'll divorce me and I wont be able to see the boys and..." At that point he broke down again.
I knew how much he loved his boys and how much it would tear him apart to be separated from them.
"Billie, you've had arguments like this before. She is not going to leave you. She's probably just stressed. I know how much you love her and the boys, just look at all the songs. She must be able to realise that. If she still doesnt believe that you love her and care about her more than touring, Mike, Tre and I can all vouch for you. You never shut up about Adie when we're on tour and you're so happy when she calls you. Trust me Bill she won't leave you, you guys would fall apart without each other," I said. I gave Billie one more hug and pulled away from him to see what he had to say.
"You're right, you're always right. I guess we are all a little stressed. And I'm sorry for breaking down like that I fell like such a wuss," He said, wiping his red eyes.
"What are friends for, you know you can always come to me for help," I said as he gave me a hug.
"Well Adie kinda kicked me out of the house till tomorrow," he said. "Can I crash here?"
"Of course, thats what the guestrooms for," I said.
"Thanks. So where's Mike?" He said.
"Well, I actually dont know. When I left the house he was on the phone but when I got back he was gone," I said.
"Oh, well what do you want to do," said Billie.
"Do you want to go grab some coffee and go to Tre's?" I said.
"Yeah, coffee sounds good. Just let me go wash my face, I have eyeliner all over me," he said.
As he washed up I searched for my money and the keys to my car. Once Billie was ready we got in the car. On the drive to Starbucks Billie managed to piss three people off by making faces at them and flipping them off randomly.
We finally entered the Starbucks parking lot and got out of the car.
"Hey look, it's Mike's car," said Billie, pointing to a car in the corner of the lot.
And he was right that was indeed Mike's car, unless someone has the same exact paint job and dent in the side door.
Once inside we ordered our coffee and sat down. I looked around for Mike but couldn't find him. Apparently today was wear sunglasses and hats inside day. All the guys were unrecognizable. In a way I hoped Mike wasn't one of them and that I had mistaken the car outside for Mikes and not someone elses. All the guys were with a girl either just holding hands or kissing.
I quickly finished my coffee, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. Once Billie finished his coffee we got back into my car and drove to Tre's house. Once there, we noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway.
"Who do you think that is?" I asked.
"Who knows, someone might have come to Tre's last night and passed out," said Billie.
"Yeah, I guess," I said.
I was about to ring the doorbell when Billie grabbed my hand.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Shh, listen. I think Tre has someone over," he said, almost laughing.
I listened and heard something I didn't really want to hear. Someone was scraming out Tre's name and there were moans coming from the upstairs bedroom. Tre must have forgotten to close the window.
"Well, I didnt know Tre had a girlfriend," I said.
We got in the car and started laughing, I was surprised that the neighbors hadn't called to complain.
We drove back to the house. We went inside and tried to figure out something to do for fun. We still had a while before we would begin to get tired after all it was only three o' clock. Eventually we went down to the basement and I played drums while Billie played guitar. Once we tired of playing, we went upstairs to watch movies. After five movies, I looked up at the clock to see that it was already 1 am.
"Billie I think we should go to sleep, its already one," I said.
"'K, well goodnight," he said as he walked upstairs to the guest room.
I was worried about Mike, because he still hadn't come home. I left the house at eleven am and when Billie cam over it was only one pm. Mike had been missing for fourteen hours. But as much as I didn't like it this was becoming his routine. I would spend a few hours with him and then he would leave, giving no explanation.
I decided not to think about it and went upstairs. I put on pj's and climbed into bed. As tired as I was it took me a while to go to sleep, I kept thinking about Mike.
Billies P.O.V
"'K, well goodnight," I said. I went upstairs to the guestroom. I found some pj's there, since me and Tre always slept here we had put some clothes in the room. I laid down and thought about the day. Adie and I had a fight, but Michelle helped me see that we had been overeacting. Every couple fights, we can't help it.
But what had been bothering me is how sad she looked. And the fact that Mike wasn't there to cheer her up. I couldn't help but wonder where he could be. Was he getting drunk without us or was it more serious. When we were on tour he was always on his cell phone. I wondered if he was enough of a jerk to cheat on his girlfriend. As much as I love Mike, I will kick his ass if he hurts Michelle. After all it's the least I could do to help one of my best friends and I guess you could say my therapist.
'Wait' I thought. This is Mike. Mike the caring, thoughtful guy everyone loves. He would never do that. But if I'm getting this paranoid, I wonder how Michelle feels.
My P.O.V
I woke up at six only to find that Mike was still not home. I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. Once I was done, I got dressed, dried my hair and put on some eyeliner. Once I was done with that, I went downstairs and turned on the TV. But nothing I did could keep one thought out of my head.
Was Mike cheating on me?
I didn't want the answer to be yes, but there was a lot of evidence showing that the guy I loved with all my heart didn't love me back like he said he did.
He was always gone, sometimes overnight and his excuse was that he had crashed at a friend's because he was drunk. But the Mike I know would have had Billie pick him up and bring him home, and he never seemed to be hungover. Another thing was that he was always on the phone. Everytime he picked up a call he smiled and ran to the other room to go talk.
Tears started to form, and slowly fall down my face as I thought about yesterday. Mike was one of the guys kissing and hugging in the Starbucks, I couldn't deny that his car was there.
The tears flowed faster and soon I shook with silent tears, holding my head in my hands. What would I do when he came home today. I can't face him. I couldnt understand why he had chosen a girl to love and then cheat on her once, and apologize. I couldnt understand why he decided to cheat again. Why did he have to break my heart.
I just wish that he doesn't lie to me again, he doesn't know that I figured it out.
