Call It What You Like - I Don't Care, chapter 17

And just when I though everything was perfect...

"Wh...What?" I stuttered.

"Mike just rang me; he was practically having a panic attack. Apparently Adie just found out today."

There was silence until Tre spoke again, "And Mike finally realized that he should tell Billie before we go on tour, so I hate to ruin your little make up but can you please get over to Mikes really soon?"

"What now?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, now, when else do you think?"

"Ok well I'll see you in a while then, bye." I hung up and walked back into Billie Joe's room and lay down on the bed again.

"What was all that about?" Billie Joe asked.

I was quiet for a moment before a replied, choosing my words carefully, "Something's happened, I can't really tell you, but we have to go to Mike's"

I think he had a fair idea what it was when I said that but he just nodded and went to his closet to get something to put on.

Billie Joe's P.O.V

I quickly out on some different clothes and came back downstairs into the kitchen where Bella was already standing, looking beautiful as usual.

I was pretty sure I knew what this was going to be about but I decided not to jump to conclusions too soon.

Once e had been driving for a while and we were stopped at the traffic lights I turned to Bella, "Can you please tell me what this is all about?" I asked.

She sighed and turned to face me, "I already told you Billie, Mike has to tell you something and I'm not allowed to tell you anything until we get there."

"Whatever."

We spent the rest of the trip in silence, both staring at the road in front of us until we pulled up in Mike's driveway. We got out of the car and began to walk towards the door when Bella grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Billie Joe, just one other thing...Please promise me that you won't get to mad."

"Well that's gonna depend on what the situation is, isn't it.?" I replied, clearly making her frustrated.

"Billie, sometimes people can't control the way they feel...You're gonna have to deal with it."

"I already told you, it depends what the situation is."

"Whatever Billie Joe," she sighed and then let go of my hand and continued to the door.

She raised her hand and rang the doorbell. Almost instantly Tre swung the door open and stepped back so we could come in.

We sat around in the lounge room for a while, watching TV and talking about random shit. When there was silence for a moment I looked up at everyone and spoke, "Is anyone actually intending on telling me why I'm even here?" I asked.

Tre just nodded and said, "Soon," and went back to his conversation with Mike.

After a while Bella excused herself to the bathroom and went upstairs.

Bella's P.O.V

I was in the upstairs bathroom, sitting down when I opened the bin, which I assumed was placed there for Adie's sake, I went to dispose of my sanitary item when something caught my eye... I know I shouldn't have been looking THAT closely at the inside of a garbage can but this was something that really caught my eye.

I looked closer at the small docket in the bin, the thing that caught my eye was the date written on it... a week ago... underneath the docket I could see the used pregnancy test that I as under the impression was only used today.

They had fucking planned this...

I went back downstairs the piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand, I was so furious...

When I got downstairs I saw that Adie had arrived she was sitting nervously on one of the leather recliners across from Billie Joe and Mike.

I listened intently from the doorway, Mike and Adie were right in the middle of explaining that they had been seeing each other a lot but not so much in that way. It was just by chance that they both got a little drunk the night before last and that it wasn't supposed to happen... You know, all that cover up shit.

I studied the piece of paper I was holding very carefully, I definitely hadn't misread it, they had this planned, I couldn't for the life of me think why they would but they had.

I listened to Adie and Mike rambling on to a shocked Billie Joe, who seemed to have lost the ability to talk...Or move at all for that matter. There was one thing though that eventually made me crack...

"It wasn't planned Billie Joe, we didn't mean for it to happen," Adie assured.

I stepped into the room, the precious docket clutched in my hand behind my back.

"Bullshit."

Everyone turned to me, surprised, "I'm sorry?" said Adie.

"I said that that's bullshit Adrienne, you've been planning for this to happen, I can't for the life of me understand why but I know for a fact that you have."

She went slightly pale but her voice stayed steady as she said in barely a whisper, eyes boring into mine, "And you can prove that Bella?"

I glared right back at her and slowly turned to Mike, "I don't have any full proof but I'm pretty sure I can get some." I replied.

She simply stared at me and raised an eyebrow.

I turned to Mike and asked boldly, "Mike, not to make you feel uncomfortable, but not counting the, uh, first time, I trust you know what I mean there...How many times have you and Adie fucked?"

Mike looked a bit surprised at my question but answered all the same, "Only once, the day before yesterday," He said nervously.

"And you're absolutely sure that it wasn't planned?"

"Yes we are, ok?" Mike said hotly.

"The please enlighten me...why would Adie have purchased a pregnancy test, a week ago?" I said, producing the docket that I had been holding onto the while time.

The colour drained from Adie's face and she stared in disbelief, she tried to talk but the words failed her.

Billie Joe and Mike both stood up to get a better look at what I was showing them, they stood next to each other, jaws dropped and not even knowing what was really going on, "Either you were planning this or...it's someone else's kid..."

The room was completely silent for a moment until suddenly, with no warning Billie Joe turned around and swung his fist at Mikes face.

Mike stumbled backwards and put his hand in front of his face. He pulled his hand away and glanced at the blood coating his skin

We all stood, waiting for Mike to attack Billie Joe, as would be his natural reaction. But instead he turned calmly around to Adie and asked her, "So you did plan for this to happen...you were trying to break us up?"

Billie Joe finally decided to speak up, but what he said seemed to surprise even himself, "I for one, don't give a flying fuck what really happened, the fact of the matter is that you lied to try and break us up, and Adie, I hate to beak it to you but it's not gonna work, the only way anyone is ever leaving this band is in a fucking body bag."

Mike turned to him surprised, "You honestly don't care what I did?" he asked incredulously, "You forgive me for it?"

"Fuck no," Billie Joe said, "But that doesn't mean that I'm going to ditch all out careers because you fucked up...besides I'd rather be with Bella then Adie anyway," He said icily.

That was cold...

Adie looked ready to kill when he said that...clearly whatever she was trying to do had failed.

"Well then Billie Joe, if you want to have it your way...it was all to break you up. The guy I'm with...awesome guy, sensitive, talented...loving," she said putting huge emphasis on the last part.

With that Adie stood up and staled out the front door, not saying a word to anyone.

Man this was fucked up...I liked Adrienne...she seemed so nice when I met her before. She even helped me get back with Billie Joe...now she was just a bitch...a really, fucking low bitch.

"I can't believe she did that..." Tre said quietly, voicing what I was thinking.

There was silence for a few minutes...no one needed to agree, it went un-spoken. The worst thing with that silence was the tension between Mike and Billie Joe...Mike looked slightly scared. It wouldn't be surprising if Billie Joe just stood up and beat the shit out of Mike at any second.

"I'm not gonna hit you," Billie Joe said making Mike look relieved and confused at the same time. He pressed on, "It's not worth it...we all know that you fucked up, but you got what you deserved really, you got used."

Harsh but true.

Mike looked down at the floor and didn't say anything. Billie Joe then brushed my hand with his, motioning for me to come with him.

We drove back home in silence, Billie Joe focusing way too hard on the road ahead. Once we arrived Billie Joe went straight upstairs and into his room...can't blame him for being pissed off really.

I went into my room and sat down on the bed, pulling a small black diary from under it. I unlocked it and opened it to the next page, writing down everything that had happened today. Once I had finished I locked the diary and slipped it back under the bed.

I slid under the bed covers and looked at the clock on my bedside table. 4:30pm...Billie Joe was in his room with the door locked, not talking except to tell me he was fine...yeah, ok Billie. I decided I might as well get a bit of sleep seems I was up so late last night.

I reached over and pulled the blind down to block out the sunlight then rest my head on the soft pillow beneath me, I looked around the room, thinking, when something caught my eye just ear my waist.

I sat up in bed and took a closer look. A blood stain on the bottom sheet...

I realized that I had actually noticed it then, but then I thought it had been just a small stain where Tre must have accidentally scratched him self during his sleep. On closer inspection it was actually quite large... and it definitely wasn't done by accident.

I tied to convince my self that it must have been from me or something but I would have realized if I had been bleeding like that... nope, it was definitely from Tre...

I went to lay back down to sleep but the thought of sleeping on some one else's blood seemed quite creepy.

I moved over to the lounge chair in the corner and started to read a magazine that I had bought a few days ago.

I flipped through and read everything that interested me, including an article about Green Day and an interview. I giggled to myself as I read the answers that the guys had supposedly given, none of those things seemed like anything Billie Joe, Mike or Tre would ever say.

I finished reading the magazine and sat it down on the dresser. Yawning, I looked up at the digital clock sitting next to my bed...6pm. Time for food.

I walked down into the kitchen, contemplating getting Billie Joe up to have some dinner. I was just about to walk back upstairs when he walked into the kitchen with his hair messed up and looking very much like he'd been asleep for about three days.

"Hey Billie," I said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it," I offered.

"Chinese," he replied.

"There isn't any Chinese in the cupboard, pick again."

"Well there's a menu on the fridge, I'm actually making this easier for you; instead of having to cook something you just have to make a phone call," he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone ordering a few random dishes for us to have. When the food arrived I served it out onto plates and brought them into the lounge room, handing one to Billie Joe.

We ate is silence until Billie Joe finally spoke, "Um Bella?"

"Um Billie?" I mimicked.

He ignored my sarcasm and continued, "You never really told me... Are you going to come on tour with us or not?" he asked me nervously.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Um...duh,"

He grinned happily and kissed me on the cheek.

***

One month later Green Day's new album had come out and already sold one million gazillion trillion copies and they were getting ready for tour.

Billie Joe had been spending ever single day doing band practice and most days I came along to listen and tell them what she thought.

About a week before tour started Billie Joe was in my room, going on about what to pack and everything...I really do think he's a girl sometimes.

"Billie Joe I hate to break it to you but I don't really have anything to pack...just a few sets of clothes, a hair brush, a toothbrush and a little but of money...I packed to stay at my grandmas, not travel the world with Green Day."

"Oh, well we can go shopping then!"

"Oh my god Billie," I snorted, "You're so weird, you're more girly than I am."

He seemed to completely ignore what I had just said, instead he looked thoughtful for a moment then turned to me, "And we'll need condoms...LOTS of condoms, so if we have a good show you can reward me and if we have a bad show you can make me feel better."

I rolled my eyes and lay back on the bed.

"Fine, if you're gonna be like that I'll go shopping on my own," he said sulkily.

"I'll come, but you need to get out of my room so I can get changed," I said.

He quickly ran from the room yelling, "Gotta do my hair!"

I quickly changed into jeans and my American Idiot t-shirt, just to annoy Billie Joe and brushed my hair and left it down.

I went up to Billie Joe's room and knocked on the door, "I'M NEARLY DONE!" he yelled.

I walked into the bathroom where Billie Joe was standing in front of the mirror fussing over his hair... at least he had his makeup done anyway. He finally seemed satisfied with the style he had and turned to me, "There, does that look good?"

I suppressed my laughter as I replied to him, "Yeah I'll just fix this bit here..." I swiped my hand over the top of his head where the gel was still wet, flattening his carefully perfected spikes.

He screamed at me as I grabbed his arm and dragged him down stairs.

I handed him his car keys and dragged him out to the garage, "I'm not driving, you can drive so I can use the mirror," he said stubbornly.

"Ok, but if we crash it's your fault," I said, climbing into the drivers seat and starting the car. Billie Joe sat in the passenger's seat and pulled down the visor and started fixing his hair in the mirror.

When we got to the mall Billie Joe was still fussing over his hair, "Just a minute," he muttered to me as I sat impatiently jingling the car keys in my hand.

When he finally finished he got out of the car and I locked it and handed him the keys. I started to walk toward the entrance when I realized that Billie Joe wasn't with me, I turned around to see him standing next to his car, talking to a fairly tall guy with short dark brown hair.

Billie Joe grabbed a pen and paper out of the car and signed an autograph for the guy. I walked back over to where Billie Joe was and leaned against the car.

As soon as I looked up at the guy that Billie Joe had been talking to he stopped talking and gaped at me.

"Oh my god, Bellatrix?"