Life In Paradise, chapter 12
The next few days were a bit of a dull. On...I think it was Monday, but anyways, we all (as in the WHOLE posse) went to the beach and hung out from dusk till dawn. Or dawn till dusk, can’t remember which way it goes!!
Then on Tuesday, it was just me and Billie Joe! The sweetest day on the year and hopefully not the last of the bunch!!! we went walking through the city, barefoot (thank the lordy, I was getting so sick of sneakers and high-heels everywhere), and went into a few shops with our dirty feet. It’ll teach the dumbass clerks to put up a “Must Have Shoes On� sign!!!
Then on Wednesday, the most dreaded day of the week yet, it rained. And I was left all alone to occupy myself. Damn I could of gone shopping (with an umbrella!!)
So here I am today, sitting in bed, just thinking about what might happen today. I really wanted to spend as much time with Billie as possible because his second half of the Dookie tour was starting the Friday after this one. I know, so little time to say and do the things that we wanted to. But he promised me that after the tour was over, I would be the only thing in his life that he’d give his full attention to. Yeah, right!! His music career was taking off and I would be on “full� mode! I’m sure that he was just saying that to make me feel better about the whole thing. I wanted to be so happy for him. I did, really. But I just couldn’t get over the fact that I was going to be left alone again!!! had I not been tortured enough??? not being with Billie drives me insane. I hate it!! And the fact that Adrienne, whom I was starting to like, got promoted to tour guiding at her office! (Did I not tell you?? Well, as much as she is their friend, she is also, or was, an executive tour specialist for newly-born bands. Ugh.)
I sat up on my bed, only to find that Billie had fallen asleep next to me that night without me hearing him come in, and I walked out to bathroom. I glared at myself in the mirror and looked at the ugly figure that glared back. (Now I’m not self-conscious or anything, I was just describing my bed-head look to you!!) I opened my eyes wider and tried to wake myself up. My leg was falling back asleep and pissed at me for waking it up. I stumbled out of the bathroom, only to quickly learn that my leg as closed its eyes and was drifting off, and I fell down to the floor. Gracefully, I might add. I got back up, punched my leg, who was very cranky with me, and walked out into my bedroom, pulling my night skirt down. I shook my head, in attempts to wake, or should I say, liven myself up, but only made myself dizzy. In hoping that I won’t fall down again, I used the side of the bed for support. It seemed like everything was spinnig in a slow motion. Not good. It’s like that hang-over hell that you hear so much about! But, I didn’t drink, unless I just oh-so happened to be sleep-walking that night.
My little support system was not actually the bed that I was leaning against, twas Billie. I put all my arm’s weight on his leg, so this woke him up.
“Hey beautiful! Good morning.�
“Morning.� I said, making my way across the bed and kissed his lips lightly. We broke away from our totally innocent kiss, that lasted for seemed like forever, but- hell, all of OUR kisses seemed to last forever, but anyways, we broke apart because Mike and Tre walked in, asking about what we were planning on doing today.
“Oh, we were just gonna go for a walk or something like that.� Billie answered.
“Okay, we were just wondering.� yay!!!! i was asured that i’d spend the day with him. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to go into the recording studio like yesterday!!! *fingers crossed*
So we ate breakfast, and since I’ve been packing on the poundage from the part uno of the tour, I just have to tell you the details of my meal that Mike so thoughtfully made of us. It consisted of easy-over golden eggs, milky pancakes, vegetarian sausages, and let us not forget the pulp-free natch-ur-ale glass of orange juice. (Okay, now I’m making juice sound like God! I’ve finally gone completely insane.) Now this meal would hold me over to the day, or until I get hungry again! A la scale needed!! Anyone?
So, after my fit-for-a-queen breakfast, me and Billie Joe got dressed, him: casual shirt and jean shorts, me: long, white, flaring skirt and tight black top; and we were ready to go. We drove to the beach, where I seems that we spent most of out precious time, took off our shoes, sand in-between our toes, and walked down the beach. Holding hands, I might add! Just like one of those celebrity couples down the beach that they own half of! Lucky ducks. So, back on subject, we walked out into the cold morning water and splashed our feet around. He ran out to the bay of the ocean and I chased him, hiking up my skirt the whole way! The sun was showing through my hair like on one of those golden Kodak picture moments. My blonde hair was between his fingers as he hugged and kissed me. It was a magical moment. Something that every teenage girl wants and sees in her fantasies! Ah...young love!
After we were done drying off, we drove down to Le Figaro and grabbed a cup of coffee. I was taking a leap of absence at work so that I could spend some quality time with my honey-bon! (“ew..� i know that’s what you’re thinking. “Honey-bon�! I thought that I’d add that just to make you quiver!)
We sat down at a table and were served our “usual.� considering that we were there so much, we had “usuals� which i got a kick out of the first time Emily asked me that question.
So we ranted on about how much that we’d miss each other during that tour. I know it’s a bit cliche, but I thought that love would never get cliche with him, and it didn’t. There was never a dull moment between us and he was always making me laugh. His smart-ass jokes are some of the better memories that we’ve had. And...we barely ever had fights. When he came back, injured, from his last tour (if you would please strain your minds back to the incident), it was a rocky point in your relationship because we were both hurting from being away from each other and weren’t used to the atmosphere that we were in. But those fights are a long ways away and it kills me to think back to them...so I won’t go on. Lets just leave it at that.
So when it was time to go out and do more things around the city, he took me to the park, and I have to say it: I hate the way that he drives my car.
We walked around the park, me feet aching, and we sat down on a close by bench (thank the Lordy!) He was indulging me on what went on in the tour bus when they had free time and were on the road. I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but this album was a big thing. Little girls and kids are listening to this and Green Day basically got punk-rock back on track! So it was the “in� thing at the moment. So successful, and I don’t mean to brag, but Billie was just on the verge of becoming a millionaire, and practically was! I could just imagine, soon we’d be buying a bigger house and he’d meet some celebrity model and run off and marry her. It was just my luck, but I surely don’t wanna jinx is because I was more in love with Billie Joe than any teenie out there. He was my God and I praised him! I worshiped his presence! I know that it might sound like I was obsessed, but I loved him before the fame and album and I’d be damned it some groupie took him away from me. And Adrienne was now becoming my friend, but if she tried anything “funny� I’d be the first to break her nose. (Author’s Note: no offense to the REAL Adrienne, you and Billie are so great together, but that’s just the character the feels that way!!! so don’t, oh please don’t, take that last remark too seriously if you ARE reading this!!) So, putting my “hate� feelings away, I guess that what we had was so special! He was MY, and only MY (I mean “MINE�) esence!!!
Then on Tuesday, it was just me and Billie Joe! The sweetest day on the year and hopefully not the last of the bunch!!! we went walking through the city, barefoot (thank the lordy, I was getting so sick of sneakers and high-heels everywhere), and went into a few shops with our dirty feet. It’ll teach the dumbass clerks to put up a “Must Have Shoes On� sign!!!
Then on Wednesday, the most dreaded day of the week yet, it rained. And I was left all alone to occupy myself. Damn I could of gone shopping (with an umbrella!!)
So here I am today, sitting in bed, just thinking about what might happen today. I really wanted to spend as much time with Billie as possible because his second half of the Dookie tour was starting the Friday after this one. I know, so little time to say and do the things that we wanted to. But he promised me that after the tour was over, I would be the only thing in his life that he’d give his full attention to. Yeah, right!! His music career was taking off and I would be on “full� mode! I’m sure that he was just saying that to make me feel better about the whole thing. I wanted to be so happy for him. I did, really. But I just couldn’t get over the fact that I was going to be left alone again!!! had I not been tortured enough??? not being with Billie drives me insane. I hate it!! And the fact that Adrienne, whom I was starting to like, got promoted to tour guiding at her office! (Did I not tell you?? Well, as much as she is their friend, she is also, or was, an executive tour specialist for newly-born bands. Ugh.)
I sat up on my bed, only to find that Billie had fallen asleep next to me that night without me hearing him come in, and I walked out to bathroom. I glared at myself in the mirror and looked at the ugly figure that glared back. (Now I’m not self-conscious or anything, I was just describing my bed-head look to you!!) I opened my eyes wider and tried to wake myself up. My leg was falling back asleep and pissed at me for waking it up. I stumbled out of the bathroom, only to quickly learn that my leg as closed its eyes and was drifting off, and I fell down to the floor. Gracefully, I might add. I got back up, punched my leg, who was very cranky with me, and walked out into my bedroom, pulling my night skirt down. I shook my head, in attempts to wake, or should I say, liven myself up, but only made myself dizzy. In hoping that I won’t fall down again, I used the side of the bed for support. It seemed like everything was spinnig in a slow motion. Not good. It’s like that hang-over hell that you hear so much about! But, I didn’t drink, unless I just oh-so happened to be sleep-walking that night.
My little support system was not actually the bed that I was leaning against, twas Billie. I put all my arm’s weight on his leg, so this woke him up.
“Hey beautiful! Good morning.�
“Morning.� I said, making my way across the bed and kissed his lips lightly. We broke away from our totally innocent kiss, that lasted for seemed like forever, but- hell, all of OUR kisses seemed to last forever, but anyways, we broke apart because Mike and Tre walked in, asking about what we were planning on doing today.
“Oh, we were just gonna go for a walk or something like that.� Billie answered.
“Okay, we were just wondering.� yay!!!! i was asured that i’d spend the day with him. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to go into the recording studio like yesterday!!! *fingers crossed*
So we ate breakfast, and since I’ve been packing on the poundage from the part uno of the tour, I just have to tell you the details of my meal that Mike so thoughtfully made of us. It consisted of easy-over golden eggs, milky pancakes, vegetarian sausages, and let us not forget the pulp-free natch-ur-ale glass of orange juice. (Okay, now I’m making juice sound like God! I’ve finally gone completely insane.) Now this meal would hold me over to the day, or until I get hungry again! A la scale needed!! Anyone?
So, after my fit-for-a-queen breakfast, me and Billie Joe got dressed, him: casual shirt and jean shorts, me: long, white, flaring skirt and tight black top; and we were ready to go. We drove to the beach, where I seems that we spent most of out precious time, took off our shoes, sand in-between our toes, and walked down the beach. Holding hands, I might add! Just like one of those celebrity couples down the beach that they own half of! Lucky ducks. So, back on subject, we walked out into the cold morning water and splashed our feet around. He ran out to the bay of the ocean and I chased him, hiking up my skirt the whole way! The sun was showing through my hair like on one of those golden Kodak picture moments. My blonde hair was between his fingers as he hugged and kissed me. It was a magical moment. Something that every teenage girl wants and sees in her fantasies! Ah...young love!
After we were done drying off, we drove down to Le Figaro and grabbed a cup of coffee. I was taking a leap of absence at work so that I could spend some quality time with my honey-bon! (“ew..� i know that’s what you’re thinking. “Honey-bon�! I thought that I’d add that just to make you quiver!)
We sat down at a table and were served our “usual.� considering that we were there so much, we had “usuals� which i got a kick out of the first time Emily asked me that question.
So we ranted on about how much that we’d miss each other during that tour. I know it’s a bit cliche, but I thought that love would never get cliche with him, and it didn’t. There was never a dull moment between us and he was always making me laugh. His smart-ass jokes are some of the better memories that we’ve had. And...we barely ever had fights. When he came back, injured, from his last tour (if you would please strain your minds back to the incident), it was a rocky point in your relationship because we were both hurting from being away from each other and weren’t used to the atmosphere that we were in. But those fights are a long ways away and it kills me to think back to them...so I won’t go on. Lets just leave it at that.
So when it was time to go out and do more things around the city, he took me to the park, and I have to say it: I hate the way that he drives my car.
We walked around the park, me feet aching, and we sat down on a close by bench (thank the Lordy!) He was indulging me on what went on in the tour bus when they had free time and were on the road. I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but this album was a big thing. Little girls and kids are listening to this and Green Day basically got punk-rock back on track! So it was the “in� thing at the moment. So successful, and I don’t mean to brag, but Billie was just on the verge of becoming a millionaire, and practically was! I could just imagine, soon we’d be buying a bigger house and he’d meet some celebrity model and run off and marry her. It was just my luck, but I surely don’t wanna jinx is because I was more in love with Billie Joe than any teenie out there. He was my God and I praised him! I worshiped his presence! I know that it might sound like I was obsessed, but I loved him before the fame and album and I’d be damned it some groupie took him away from me. And Adrienne was now becoming my friend, but if she tried anything “funny� I’d be the first to break her nose. (Author’s Note: no offense to the REAL Adrienne, you and Billie are so great together, but that’s just the character the feels that way!!! so don’t, oh please don’t, take that last remark too seriously if you ARE reading this!!) So, putting my “hate� feelings away, I guess that what we had was so special! He was MY, and only MY (I mean “MINE�) esence!!!
