You'll Be In My Heart, chapter 2
I opened the tour bus, letting her in first. I went in after,
shutting the door behind me. Our driver, Mache', was sitting at the
wheel. He did a double-take at the girl and mouthed,
"Who's that?" to me.
"It's a girl I made a deal with. We're dropping her off in L.A."
I said with a bored tone.
There were about 3 bunks in the tour bus, usually one for each of
us. But since the kid was on, we had to figure out who would be sleeping
where. Mike agreed that he would sleep in Tre's bunk with Tre'. But Tre'
argued that it was too crowded for 2 to sleep in 1 bunk, and wanted his
own bunk. I replied with,
"Deal with it." And I would sleep in Mike's
bunk, and the girl would sleep in my bunk.
"Just don't drool all over my pillow," I said to the girl.
She laughed. "I won't." Mache' then started the bus and we were
off to Los Angeles in the night.
Mike ended up putting up a frozen pizza in the microwave. We each
took a pizza, Tre' took an extra 2 though.
Later at like 11:30, I said to the girl,
"Well, it's time you went to bed, it's getting late."
"Nah, I always stay up late. I'm not tired," she replied, smiling.
"Yes, well, go to bed. Now." I said, pointing to my bunk.
"Billie, stop acting like a father. She's fine. Let her hang out with us," Mike said.
"Yeah, c'mon Billie we haven't been around girls in so long," Tre' agreed.
"Tre', she's a 12 year old girl," I replied.
"So, I'm mature enough to be around guys," the girl suddenly spoke.
"Yeah Billie Joe. See? She's mature enough to hang out with us. Everyone, let's play truth-or-dare! Who's going first? I'm going first! Okay, Mike, truth-or-dare?" Tre' asked.
"Truth," Mike replied.
"Aw c'mon you little woosy! Dare! I dare you to throw this at Mache', " Tre' whispered, showing the hard, yellow smiley-face keychain
he was holding in his hand.
"Okay," Mike said, taking it from Tre'. We all watched as Mike looked right at the driver, aimed, and chucked it right at him. It hit him right smack-dab in the center of the back of his head.
"What the hell?! Who threw that?!" Mache' asked, quickly glancing behind him at us, shaking his head. Mike, Tre', and the girl laughed. I didn't laugh though.
Tre' turned to me.
"Geez, Billie you're like Mr. Stoneface," he said. They all laughed.
"I want the girl to go to bed," I said between their laughs. They all stopped laughing to look at me.
Mike shrugged.
"Alright, Billie Joe if you really want her to go to bed then tell her to go to bed," he said.
The girl stood up from her little seat.
"Well, actually I am getting pretty tired. I think I am going to go to bed," she replied, yawning a little.
"Alright," Tre' said.
"Alright, I'll see you to bed," I said, and pushed her back to where the bunks near the back of the tour bus. She immediately crawled into my bunk on the bottom and pulled the covers softly up over her.
"Well goodnight," I said turning to leave.
"Can I get tucked in?" She suddenly asked.
I stopped in my tracks. I turned around to face her.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
I stood there for a moment, staring. I sighed.
"Whatever," I said, walking over to the bunk in which she lay. I briefly pulled the covers up to her chin, and poofed out her pillow, and set it behind her.
"There. Now go to bed." I said, turning to leave.
"Billie." She called me again.
"Yeah?" I stopped.
"Thanks," she said.
"For what?" I asked, turning my head to look at her.
"Everything," she said.
"Um...sure..." I said.
"Goodnight, Billie Joe," she said calmly.
"Goodnight, er..." I started.
"Rene'e," she finished for me.
"Oh. Goodnight, Rene'e." I said, turning and leaving, walking back out to the dining part of the tour bus.
As I walked in Tre' was like,
"Geez, what took you so long?"
"She wanted me to tuck her in the little faggot," I replied.
"You know, Billie Joe, that's really mean. You should be greatful to have a cool little friend like that," Mike said.
"Whatever," I replied, taking a beer from the little refrigerator in the corner of the bus, and cracking the lid.
shutting the door behind me. Our driver, Mache', was sitting at the
wheel. He did a double-take at the girl and mouthed,
"Who's that?" to me.
"It's a girl I made a deal with. We're dropping her off in L.A."
I said with a bored tone.
There were about 3 bunks in the tour bus, usually one for each of
us. But since the kid was on, we had to figure out who would be sleeping
where. Mike agreed that he would sleep in Tre's bunk with Tre'. But Tre'
argued that it was too crowded for 2 to sleep in 1 bunk, and wanted his
own bunk. I replied with,
"Deal with it." And I would sleep in Mike's
bunk, and the girl would sleep in my bunk.
"Just don't drool all over my pillow," I said to the girl.
She laughed. "I won't." Mache' then started the bus and we were
off to Los Angeles in the night.
Mike ended up putting up a frozen pizza in the microwave. We each
took a pizza, Tre' took an extra 2 though.
Later at like 11:30, I said to the girl,
"Well, it's time you went to bed, it's getting late."
"Nah, I always stay up late. I'm not tired," she replied, smiling.
"Yes, well, go to bed. Now." I said, pointing to my bunk.
"Billie, stop acting like a father. She's fine. Let her hang out with us," Mike said.
"Yeah, c'mon Billie we haven't been around girls in so long," Tre' agreed.
"Tre', she's a 12 year old girl," I replied.
"So, I'm mature enough to be around guys," the girl suddenly spoke.
"Yeah Billie Joe. See? She's mature enough to hang out with us. Everyone, let's play truth-or-dare! Who's going first? I'm going first! Okay, Mike, truth-or-dare?" Tre' asked.
"Truth," Mike replied.
"Aw c'mon you little woosy! Dare! I dare you to throw this at Mache', " Tre' whispered, showing the hard, yellow smiley-face keychain
he was holding in his hand.
"Okay," Mike said, taking it from Tre'. We all watched as Mike looked right at the driver, aimed, and chucked it right at him. It hit him right smack-dab in the center of the back of his head.
"What the hell?! Who threw that?!" Mache' asked, quickly glancing behind him at us, shaking his head. Mike, Tre', and the girl laughed. I didn't laugh though.
Tre' turned to me.
"Geez, Billie you're like Mr. Stoneface," he said. They all laughed.
"I want the girl to go to bed," I said between their laughs. They all stopped laughing to look at me.
Mike shrugged.
"Alright, Billie Joe if you really want her to go to bed then tell her to go to bed," he said.
The girl stood up from her little seat.
"Well, actually I am getting pretty tired. I think I am going to go to bed," she replied, yawning a little.
"Alright," Tre' said.
"Alright, I'll see you to bed," I said, and pushed her back to where the bunks near the back of the tour bus. She immediately crawled into my bunk on the bottom and pulled the covers softly up over her.
"Well goodnight," I said turning to leave.
"Can I get tucked in?" She suddenly asked.
I stopped in my tracks. I turned around to face her.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
I stood there for a moment, staring. I sighed.
"Whatever," I said, walking over to the bunk in which she lay. I briefly pulled the covers up to her chin, and poofed out her pillow, and set it behind her.
"There. Now go to bed." I said, turning to leave.
"Billie." She called me again.
"Yeah?" I stopped.
"Thanks," she said.
"For what?" I asked, turning my head to look at her.
"Everything," she said.
"Um...sure..." I said.
"Goodnight, Billie Joe," she said calmly.
"Goodnight, er..." I started.
"Rene'e," she finished for me.
"Oh. Goodnight, Rene'e." I said, turning and leaving, walking back out to the dining part of the tour bus.
As I walked in Tre' was like,
"Geez, what took you so long?"
"She wanted me to tuck her in the little faggot," I replied.
"You know, Billie Joe, that's really mean. You should be greatful to have a cool little friend like that," Mike said.
"Whatever," I replied, taking a beer from the little refrigerator in the corner of the bus, and cracking the lid.
