An Extraordinary Girl, chapter 8
*flashback*
"Surprise!" yelled 20 people.
*out of flashback*
Amanda dropped her bags. She looked at the 20 different faces and then at Billie, who had walked over to his wife.
"What's going on?" she stuttered, looking at their smiling faces. She had an idea, but wanted to make sure she was right.
"Welcome to the family, Amanda Armstrong!" Tre yelled. He walked over to Billie, along with Mike. Amanda looked at Billie and Adie again. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She smiled as she tried to choke back the tears. She ran towards Billie and hugged him. The tears started to flow down her cheeks. Adie put her arms around Billie and her new daughter. Soon the boys ran up and joined in on the hug.
"Group hug!" Tre yelled. He and Mike wrapped their arms around the family.
"You're smothering me," Amanda choked out from somewhere in the middle of the group. Amanda some how escaped, but Tre grabbed her and picked her up.
"You know what?" he asked.
"What?"
"I'm your god father now."
Amanda started to laugh as Tre began to twirl her around. Billie shook his head and chuckled. He walked over to one of his friends to talk.
"Tre, I'm gonna hurl," Amanda said, still giggling.
Tre put her down. They were both dizzy. Amanda staggered to a couch to keep her balance. Tre had fallen over for the hell of it. He laid there, cracking up. Amanda and the rest of the band joined in with laughter. Mike went over to Tre to help him up. He held out a hand for Tre to grab. Tre grabbed his hand and pulled Mike down on top of him.
"Get off of me," Mike said struggling to his feet. Tre chuckled as he got up. He staggered into the kitchen to get a beer. Billie and Mike followed. Amanda had walked over to a group of kids that were standing in the corner, talking. They were all around her age, from which she could tell.
"Congratulations," said a boy as she walked over to them. She nodded and smiled. The boy was what she considered hot. He had short, spiked, brown hair. He was at least 3 to 4 inches taller than her. He looked to be about a year older. And he had the most beautiful, brown eyes.
"Name's Ben," he said.
"Mine's Amanda," she said with a smile.
"I'm Adam," said another boy," this is Maria, Miranda, Nicole, Morgan, Daniel, Frankito, Estelle, Ramona, and Jeff," he said pointing at the other kids. They smiled and gave a slight wave when they were pointed out. Daniel was one of the boys that caught Amanda's eye. He gave her a small smile. What made her stop and stare, was his big, steel, blue eyes. They were the same color as Tre's. She forced herself to look away. Daniel had went back to talking to Jeff, and Adam went back to flirting with the girls, especially with Miranda. Ben had walked off to be alone. Amanda turned and watched him disappear into the kitchen.
"Hey cousin," Daniel said
"Huh, what did you call me?" Amanda asked.
"Technically, you're my cousin now."
"Technically, we are not related, but I see what you mean. Whose son are you then?"
"I'm Tre's first son."
"I thought I saw the resemblance," Amanda said referring to his steel, blue, eyes. Daniel nodded.
"You're also 'related' to Frankito and Adam, who is Mike's son."
"Any of the girls?"
"Oh yeah. You're 'related' to Estelle, who is Adam's sister, and Miranda and Ramona, who are my younger sisters."
Amanda looked at Miranda, Frankito, and Ramona. They had the same steel, blue, eyes as Tre. Tre had walked over to Daniel and Amanda, with a beer in his hand.
"I see you met my son," he said messing up Daniel's hair with his free hand.
"Dad, stop you're messing up my hair," Daniel said jerking away. Tre chuckled and walked over to Miranda. He picked her up. Miranda screamed slightly and then began giggling.
"Dad, put me down," she said, still giggling.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Has your mom been treating you well?"
"Yep. Now can you put me down?"
Tre smiled and placed his daughter down. He went to go talk to Frankito and Ramona next. Mike had walked up behind his son. He put his arm around his son's neck and put him in the sleeper hold.
"Dad, let go!" Adam yelled struggling.
"I haven't seen you in a long time."
"It's been like, two days!" Adam yelled. Estelle came over and pointed at Adam, laughing. Mike let him go as he started to chase after his younger sister. The rest of the kids turned to watch. They ran into the kitchen out of sight.
"You better follow them, Mikey boy. There's knives in the kitchen," Amanda said. Mike's eyes went wide as he chased after his kids to split them up. When Mike ran for the kitchen he almost knocked Billie over. Amanda chuckled as she slowly walked over to the kitchen. Estelle was hiding behind Mike, while Adam kept trying to get around him. Amanda stood by and watched. She felt hands creep around her waist. She looked up only to find Billie staring back at her. She smiled.
"What do you want?" she asked jokingly.
"Just wondering something."
"What?"
"How does it feel to be a famous punk rocker's daughter?"
"Weird."
"How come?"
"I guess its just that, I always wanted to meet you because of your band. I've been to all of your concerts I felt that I knew you through your music, and now you're my dad. It's just weird."
"Now wait a minute. You've been to all of our concerts?" Billie asked releasing her.
"I've been to every concert in Ohio, and two in Kentucky," she said.
"Why Kentucky?"
"I went with my cousin, she's a huge fan," Amanda said. She managed to slip away from Billie and walked back to the group of kids. Ben was back with them. She smiled at him shyly. She then started a conversation with the Nicole, Morgan, and Maria. She felt that they would become good friends.
* * *
By the end of the party Amanda had made eleven new friends. She was so glad that they all went to the same school that Billie was going to enroll her in. Now she didn't have to spend a whole school year making friends. She walked up to her new room and found a cd. It was Nimrod. She walked over to Tre's room and knocked on the door.
"Hey," Tre said as he opened the door.
"Can I come in?" Amanda asked with a the cd in her hand. Tre nodded and her in. The room had leopard print carpet. The walls were painted tan. There were spongebob bed sheets and curtains.
"I love your room," Amanda said stifling a laugh. Tre smiled and sat on his bed.
"So what do you want?" he asked.
"Can I use your stereo?"
"Sure. Why?"
"I want to listen to Nimrod." Amanda said holding out the cd.
"Oh this is a good one. I love the song The Grouch." Tre said popping the cd into the cd player. He pressed play and switched it to The Grouch. Music filled the room:
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The would owes me so fuck you
Glory days don't
mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm always rude
I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me so fuck you
Amanda started cracking up at the last part of the song.
"Where the fuck does he come up with this shit?" she asked. Tre shrugged and turned to another song. It was caled Platypus (I Hate You). More music filled the room:
Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground
No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want
to hear.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die
Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY
Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave
Amanda started laughing again. She sighed and looked at Tre.
"You better go to bed. You have school tomorrow and it's 12:00," he said as he stood up and took out the cd. Amanda nodded as she grabbed the cd. She sighed and walked back into her room. She went through her bags and pulled out a pair of pajamas. They were loose on her. She had to tie the draw string to keep the pants for falling down. She sighed and climbed into bed.
"Hey, brush your teeth," Billie's voice came from the hall. Amanda sighed and nodded she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then went back to her room and climbed back into bed. Billie went in to wish her good night and to kiss her on the cheek. He turned out her light and went back downstairs.
"Surprise!" yelled 20 people.
*out of flashback*
Amanda dropped her bags. She looked at the 20 different faces and then at Billie, who had walked over to his wife.
"What's going on?" she stuttered, looking at their smiling faces. She had an idea, but wanted to make sure she was right.
"Welcome to the family, Amanda Armstrong!" Tre yelled. He walked over to Billie, along with Mike. Amanda looked at Billie and Adie again. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She smiled as she tried to choke back the tears. She ran towards Billie and hugged him. The tears started to flow down her cheeks. Adie put her arms around Billie and her new daughter. Soon the boys ran up and joined in on the hug.
"Group hug!" Tre yelled. He and Mike wrapped their arms around the family.
"You're smothering me," Amanda choked out from somewhere in the middle of the group. Amanda some how escaped, but Tre grabbed her and picked her up.
"You know what?" he asked.
"What?"
"I'm your god father now."
Amanda started to laugh as Tre began to twirl her around. Billie shook his head and chuckled. He walked over to one of his friends to talk.
"Tre, I'm gonna hurl," Amanda said, still giggling.
Tre put her down. They were both dizzy. Amanda staggered to a couch to keep her balance. Tre had fallen over for the hell of it. He laid there, cracking up. Amanda and the rest of the band joined in with laughter. Mike went over to Tre to help him up. He held out a hand for Tre to grab. Tre grabbed his hand and pulled Mike down on top of him.
"Get off of me," Mike said struggling to his feet. Tre chuckled as he got up. He staggered into the kitchen to get a beer. Billie and Mike followed. Amanda had walked over to a group of kids that were standing in the corner, talking. They were all around her age, from which she could tell.
"Congratulations," said a boy as she walked over to them. She nodded and smiled. The boy was what she considered hot. He had short, spiked, brown hair. He was at least 3 to 4 inches taller than her. He looked to be about a year older. And he had the most beautiful, brown eyes.
"Name's Ben," he said.
"Mine's Amanda," she said with a smile.
"I'm Adam," said another boy," this is Maria, Miranda, Nicole, Morgan, Daniel, Frankito, Estelle, Ramona, and Jeff," he said pointing at the other kids. They smiled and gave a slight wave when they were pointed out. Daniel was one of the boys that caught Amanda's eye. He gave her a small smile. What made her stop and stare, was his big, steel, blue eyes. They were the same color as Tre's. She forced herself to look away. Daniel had went back to talking to Jeff, and Adam went back to flirting with the girls, especially with Miranda. Ben had walked off to be alone. Amanda turned and watched him disappear into the kitchen.
"Hey cousin," Daniel said
"Huh, what did you call me?" Amanda asked.
"Technically, you're my cousin now."
"Technically, we are not related, but I see what you mean. Whose son are you then?"
"I'm Tre's first son."
"I thought I saw the resemblance," Amanda said referring to his steel, blue, eyes. Daniel nodded.
"You're also 'related' to Frankito and Adam, who is Mike's son."
"Any of the girls?"
"Oh yeah. You're 'related' to Estelle, who is Adam's sister, and Miranda and Ramona, who are my younger sisters."
Amanda looked at Miranda, Frankito, and Ramona. They had the same steel, blue, eyes as Tre. Tre had walked over to Daniel and Amanda, with a beer in his hand.
"I see you met my son," he said messing up Daniel's hair with his free hand.
"Dad, stop you're messing up my hair," Daniel said jerking away. Tre chuckled and walked over to Miranda. He picked her up. Miranda screamed slightly and then began giggling.
"Dad, put me down," she said, still giggling.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Has your mom been treating you well?"
"Yep. Now can you put me down?"
Tre smiled and placed his daughter down. He went to go talk to Frankito and Ramona next. Mike had walked up behind his son. He put his arm around his son's neck and put him in the sleeper hold.
"Dad, let go!" Adam yelled struggling.
"I haven't seen you in a long time."
"It's been like, two days!" Adam yelled. Estelle came over and pointed at Adam, laughing. Mike let him go as he started to chase after his younger sister. The rest of the kids turned to watch. They ran into the kitchen out of sight.
"You better follow them, Mikey boy. There's knives in the kitchen," Amanda said. Mike's eyes went wide as he chased after his kids to split them up. When Mike ran for the kitchen he almost knocked Billie over. Amanda chuckled as she slowly walked over to the kitchen. Estelle was hiding behind Mike, while Adam kept trying to get around him. Amanda stood by and watched. She felt hands creep around her waist. She looked up only to find Billie staring back at her. She smiled.
"What do you want?" she asked jokingly.
"Just wondering something."
"What?"
"How does it feel to be a famous punk rocker's daughter?"
"Weird."
"How come?"
"I guess its just that, I always wanted to meet you because of your band. I've been to all of your concerts I felt that I knew you through your music, and now you're my dad. It's just weird."
"Now wait a minute. You've been to all of our concerts?" Billie asked releasing her.
"I've been to every concert in Ohio, and two in Kentucky," she said.
"Why Kentucky?"
"I went with my cousin, she's a huge fan," Amanda said. She managed to slip away from Billie and walked back to the group of kids. Ben was back with them. She smiled at him shyly. She then started a conversation with the Nicole, Morgan, and Maria. She felt that they would become good friends.
* * *
By the end of the party Amanda had made eleven new friends. She was so glad that they all went to the same school that Billie was going to enroll her in. Now she didn't have to spend a whole school year making friends. She walked up to her new room and found a cd. It was Nimrod. She walked over to Tre's room and knocked on the door.
"Hey," Tre said as he opened the door.
"Can I come in?" Amanda asked with a the cd in her hand. Tre nodded and her in. The room had leopard print carpet. The walls were painted tan. There were spongebob bed sheets and curtains.
"I love your room," Amanda said stifling a laugh. Tre smiled and sat on his bed.
"So what do you want?" he asked.
"Can I use your stereo?"
"Sure. Why?"
"I want to listen to Nimrod." Amanda said holding out the cd.
"Oh this is a good one. I love the song The Grouch." Tre said popping the cd into the cd player. He pressed play and switched it to The Grouch. Music filled the room:
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The would owes me so fuck you
Glory days don't
mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm always rude
I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me so fuck you
Amanda started cracking up at the last part of the song.
"Where the fuck does he come up with this shit?" she asked. Tre shrugged and turned to another song. It was caled Platypus (I Hate You). More music filled the room:
Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground
No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want
to hear.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die
Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY
Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave
Amanda started laughing again. She sighed and looked at Tre.
"You better go to bed. You have school tomorrow and it's 12:00," he said as he stood up and took out the cd. Amanda nodded as she grabbed the cd. She sighed and walked back into her room. She went through her bags and pulled out a pair of pajamas. They were loose on her. She had to tie the draw string to keep the pants for falling down. She sighed and climbed into bed.
"Hey, brush your teeth," Billie's voice came from the hall. Amanda sighed and nodded she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then went back to her room and climbed back into bed. Billie went in to wish her good night and to kiss her on the cheek. He turned out her light and went back downstairs.
