His Little Drummer Girl, chapter 2
PART 2
I think it was the smell of him that started it. The band ended up staying at my place for 2 weeks but it was after that my troubles began...
May 2005
"Mum," said my beautiful 13 year old daughter who had so much energy, running into the Kitchen," I got through to the next stage" she said shoving a piece of paper under my nose.
"What's that honey?" I said to her drying my hands on a towel.
"I got through to the next stage of that competition I entered" she said with a huge grin on her face.
My stomach sank. How much more of this was there to come.
"Show me" I said taking the letter from her.
'Dear Francesca' the letter said. 'We are pleased to inform you that you are through to the next stage of our drumming competition to meet Green Day during their gig at Milton Keynes in June. We look forward to seeing you on the 15th May in London for the final part of the competition. Good Luck'
I laid the letter down on the table feeling sick. "Isn't it great Mum? I might get to meet them after all. I'm so excited - what should I wear? If I get to see them what should I wear? I'm a bit scared?"
I hugged her tight to me wanting all this to go away but it meant everything to her.
"You'll look gorgeous whatever you wear" I said looking into her eyes. Bright blue. Like his. Tre's. Franks, whatever. For she was his daughter and neither of them knew. Apart from myself and my sister nobody knew who that Tre Cool was her father and that's the way I wanted it to stay.
Francesca pulled away from me and grabbing the letter and running off upstairs shouting "I'm going to call Charlie and let him know, he'll be real jealous."
I sat down at the Kitchen table not knowing what to think. I was hoping that she would fail the competition and then it would all blow over.
I got up to make myself a strong cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with a heavy heart. Flicking through one of Franky's Kerrang magazines that she was always leaving lying around I came across them. They were everywhere at the moment. His face jumped out at me. His cheeky blue eyes were twinkling as I'd always remembered and that hair, sticking right up in the air. I longed to touch it. "Stop it" I thought to myself, that's all in the past. He didn't contact you after they left so he doesn't want to know. My god it's been over 13 years. Lots happened since. He's got two children by two different women, as if he's going to want to find out about another child half way around the world. He would probably think you were lying anyway.
I rinsed out the mug and went upstairs. I could hear Franky on the phone.
"Charlie its true, come and see the letter if you don't believe me. I'm going for the second part in about a week. Come with me, please."
God, those two drove me up the wall. I thought going into my bedroom and opening the bedside drawer. All they ever went on about was Green Day this and Green Day that, couldn't they just shut up. Their music was blaring out all day long and they even tried to look like them. At least she didn't have a crush on Tre, it was Billie Joe she liked and Charlie thought he WAS Tre.
The trouble was, I loved listening to their music too and Franky knew that. She loved the fact that I sang along to all their stuff and knew lots of their old songs. She said she was glad to have a mum that was cool, not like her friends mums who seemed to like Mariah Carey and Celine Dion.
I'd followed everything they did after they left England I had all their music and bought every magazine they were in. Ironic really, I was heavily pregnant with Tre Cool's child and buying a Green Day CD. Even more ironic was that the guy behind the counter wore a Green Day T shirt "buying this for your kid" he said nodding at my swollen belly. "You could say that" I laughed secretly.
I really thought we had something after those two weeks in the rented house. They stayed for two weeks in that house. The first week I spent with them I watched them at all their gigs, cooked for them, laughed, smoked joints, played loud music and drank. By the second week it was much of the same apart from the fact that Tre and I were sharing the same bed. My stomach flipped thinking about it. We didn't take precautions we never thought to. Real bad thing to do but then I wouldn't have Franky now would I? She was the best thing that had happened to me.
Every morning when I wake up I think of him and he's the last person on my mind when I go to sleep. Why did he never get in contact. What had I done? He'd taken my address and phone number and I'd taken his except I'd put it in my jeans pocket and Jen my sister had washed them and the piece of paper was unreadable.
I'd started work at the school and I loved it so much. The kids were so cute they took my mind off it a bit but when I came home from work all I could do was mope around. When I went shopping all I would do was scour magazines looking for him.
Apart from Jen everyone else thought Franky was the result of a one-night stand. Very unbelievable as I'm not that way inclined at all. The fact everyone else seemed to believe it was a miracle.
Id only slept with one boy before Tre but he was a boy. Didn't take my feelings into consideration at all. Quick fumble and it was all over. With Tre it was wonderful. He really cared about my needs. I loved him and I thought he loved me. Why didn't he keep in touch?
I think it was the smell of him that started it. The band ended up staying at my place for 2 weeks but it was after that my troubles began...
May 2005
"Mum," said my beautiful 13 year old daughter who had so much energy, running into the Kitchen," I got through to the next stage" she said shoving a piece of paper under my nose.
"What's that honey?" I said to her drying my hands on a towel.
"I got through to the next stage of that competition I entered" she said with a huge grin on her face.
My stomach sank. How much more of this was there to come.
"Show me" I said taking the letter from her.
'Dear Francesca' the letter said. 'We are pleased to inform you that you are through to the next stage of our drumming competition to meet Green Day during their gig at Milton Keynes in June. We look forward to seeing you on the 15th May in London for the final part of the competition. Good Luck'
I laid the letter down on the table feeling sick. "Isn't it great Mum? I might get to meet them after all. I'm so excited - what should I wear? If I get to see them what should I wear? I'm a bit scared?"
I hugged her tight to me wanting all this to go away but it meant everything to her.
"You'll look gorgeous whatever you wear" I said looking into her eyes. Bright blue. Like his. Tre's. Franks, whatever. For she was his daughter and neither of them knew. Apart from myself and my sister nobody knew who that Tre Cool was her father and that's the way I wanted it to stay.
Francesca pulled away from me and grabbing the letter and running off upstairs shouting "I'm going to call Charlie and let him know, he'll be real jealous."
I sat down at the Kitchen table not knowing what to think. I was hoping that she would fail the competition and then it would all blow over.
I got up to make myself a strong cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with a heavy heart. Flicking through one of Franky's Kerrang magazines that she was always leaving lying around I came across them. They were everywhere at the moment. His face jumped out at me. His cheeky blue eyes were twinkling as I'd always remembered and that hair, sticking right up in the air. I longed to touch it. "Stop it" I thought to myself, that's all in the past. He didn't contact you after they left so he doesn't want to know. My god it's been over 13 years. Lots happened since. He's got two children by two different women, as if he's going to want to find out about another child half way around the world. He would probably think you were lying anyway.
I rinsed out the mug and went upstairs. I could hear Franky on the phone.
"Charlie its true, come and see the letter if you don't believe me. I'm going for the second part in about a week. Come with me, please."
God, those two drove me up the wall. I thought going into my bedroom and opening the bedside drawer. All they ever went on about was Green Day this and Green Day that, couldn't they just shut up. Their music was blaring out all day long and they even tried to look like them. At least she didn't have a crush on Tre, it was Billie Joe she liked and Charlie thought he WAS Tre.
The trouble was, I loved listening to their music too and Franky knew that. She loved the fact that I sang along to all their stuff and knew lots of their old songs. She said she was glad to have a mum that was cool, not like her friends mums who seemed to like Mariah Carey and Celine Dion.
I'd followed everything they did after they left England I had all their music and bought every magazine they were in. Ironic really, I was heavily pregnant with Tre Cool's child and buying a Green Day CD. Even more ironic was that the guy behind the counter wore a Green Day T shirt "buying this for your kid" he said nodding at my swollen belly. "You could say that" I laughed secretly.
I really thought we had something after those two weeks in the rented house. They stayed for two weeks in that house. The first week I spent with them I watched them at all their gigs, cooked for them, laughed, smoked joints, played loud music and drank. By the second week it was much of the same apart from the fact that Tre and I were sharing the same bed. My stomach flipped thinking about it. We didn't take precautions we never thought to. Real bad thing to do but then I wouldn't have Franky now would I? She was the best thing that had happened to me.
Every morning when I wake up I think of him and he's the last person on my mind when I go to sleep. Why did he never get in contact. What had I done? He'd taken my address and phone number and I'd taken his except I'd put it in my jeans pocket and Jen my sister had washed them and the piece of paper was unreadable.
I'd started work at the school and I loved it so much. The kids were so cute they took my mind off it a bit but when I came home from work all I could do was mope around. When I went shopping all I would do was scour magazines looking for him.
Apart from Jen everyone else thought Franky was the result of a one-night stand. Very unbelievable as I'm not that way inclined at all. The fact everyone else seemed to believe it was a miracle.
Id only slept with one boy before Tre but he was a boy. Didn't take my feelings into consideration at all. Quick fumble and it was all over. With Tre it was wonderful. He really cared about my needs. I loved him and I thought he loved me. Why didn't he keep in touch?
