Green Day?... Or Adrienne?, chapter 1
Billie Joe Armstrong, lead guitarist and vocals for the infamous punk band Green Day, leaned his head back further into the stiff white pillow of the tour bus sofa, a cigarette dangling precariously from between his lips, and a picture of Adrienne between his index fingers.
God, how he missed her. Everything about her. Her rosy red lips, so soft and sweet to kiss. Her soft, pale skin, always light scented of the "Banana Creme" lotion she used religiously. Her smile. Her laugh. Her scent, always that of some kind of fruity perfume.
Her touch, so soft and gentle. Her eyes, so gorgeous and brown. Her sense of humor, so playful and funny.
Everything. Just, Adrienne in general.
Tightening his lips around the orange and white spotted cigarette butt, he inhaled deeply, squinting his eyes against the cloud of smoke as he exhaled.
With a sigh, he laid the picture down on the coffee table, stretching out his legs and using the thum and index finger of the same hand that was holding the cigarette to pinch the bridge of his nose.
The green-eyed guitarist closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to the latest fight he'd had with his wife.
Flashback
"Well, one," Adrienne, the dreadlocked wife of Billie Joe said, holding up her right index finger, then using the tip of her left index finger to bend it back. "You're never home."
Billie Joe looked into the gorgeous brown eyes of his wife of twelve years. He had just asked her to name off three reasons why she was mad at him, and by the look on her face, that "three" might be followed by a couple of zeros.
"You KNEW I wouldn't be home very often when we first hooked up," Green Day's frontman replied, through gritted teeth.
"That's true. But GOD Billie, I NEVER see you anymore, unless it's on T.V," Adrienne whined, her dark brown eyes an entire sea of emotions.
The ones Billie Joe could name right off the bat were sadness, anger, impatience, and a little confusion. Mostly likely as to where the man she had fallen in love with sixteen years ago had gone.
Billie Joe unclenched his teeth, his features softening at the sight of his upset wife.
He stood, cupping Adrienne's soft, pale, porcelain-like face in his rough, callused hands.
"I'll tell you what," the punk rocker said after a moment, pressing his forehead to Adrienne's. "We'll leave the boys with mom for a couple weeks, and you come on tour with me."
Adrienne frowned. "That's never work. Jake's sick," she said, referring to the youngest of their two sons, Jakob Danger.
Billie Joe sighed, removing his hands and forehead. "You complain about me never being home, yet you make no move to come see me. This relationship is really fifty-fuckin'-fifty, ain't it?" he asked harshly.
Adrienne's small lips tightened in anger as she looked up at her husband. "I can't help the face that Jake is sick, now CAN I?" she retorted.
"What, you think mom wouldn't take care of him?" Billie Joe bit back, motioning with his arm in the direction of his mother's house, for no apparent reason.
"I didn't say that. Don't twist my words Billie Joe," Adrienne snapped.
"Whatever. Stay here. See what the FUCK I care," Billie Joe replied, storming out of his house, then climbing into his car.
Billie Joe looked out the windshield just in time to see Adrienne run out the front door, her black shorts riding up on her thighs, her full chest bouncing in her red t-shirt.
"Baby, wait," She called, pounding on the window of Billie Joe's car.
Billie Joe simply looked at her through the window, starting the car.
"Babe, please," Adrienne called, tears welling up in her eyes.
Billie Joe hated to see his wife cry, but he knew that he was right this time. And believe me, that was rare.
He gave Adrienne one last, long look, then threw the car into reverse, screeching out of the driveway.
And Adrienne was left standing in a cloud of dust, fighting back her tears.
End Flashback
Billie Joe opened his eyes, taking the last darg off of his cigarette, then put it out in the large black ashtray that was sitting on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.
Sitting back up, he folded his hands behind his head and once again leaned back into the pillow.
Truth be known, he wasn't sure how much longer he and Adrienne were going to last. Sure, in the beginning of their relationship, they'd done everything they could to see each other. She'd fly out to surprise him for the weekend, or vice-versa.
But then, she'd gotten pregnant with Joey, and Billie Joe wouldn't so much as let her set foot on an airplane.
And around the time she got pregnant, Green Day was finally starting to get noticed, therefore, the tours got longer. And the phonecalls less frequent.
Of course, the latter was entirely Billie Joe's fault, because in all their free time, he, Mike, and Tre were busy celebrating.
It didn't matter that there was no holiday, or if their shows sucked. They still found something to celebrate.
Then, within a year, the buzz around Green Day wasn't nearly as deafening, so they guys decided to take this as an oppurtunity to spend time with their blossoming families.
Once he was back home, Billie Joe and Adrienne solved all of their marital problems, and all was well up until the release of American Idiot.
It was driving the couple apart.
Of course Billie Joe still loved Adrienne with all his heart, and every ounce of passion in his body.
But, he loved Green Day just as much.
And damn...
He sure as hell hoped he wouldn't have to choose.
God, how he missed her. Everything about her. Her rosy red lips, so soft and sweet to kiss. Her soft, pale skin, always light scented of the "Banana Creme" lotion she used religiously. Her smile. Her laugh. Her scent, always that of some kind of fruity perfume.
Her touch, so soft and gentle. Her eyes, so gorgeous and brown. Her sense of humor, so playful and funny.
Everything. Just, Adrienne in general.
Tightening his lips around the orange and white spotted cigarette butt, he inhaled deeply, squinting his eyes against the cloud of smoke as he exhaled.
With a sigh, he laid the picture down on the coffee table, stretching out his legs and using the thum and index finger of the same hand that was holding the cigarette to pinch the bridge of his nose.
The green-eyed guitarist closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to the latest fight he'd had with his wife.
Flashback
"Well, one," Adrienne, the dreadlocked wife of Billie Joe said, holding up her right index finger, then using the tip of her left index finger to bend it back. "You're never home."
Billie Joe looked into the gorgeous brown eyes of his wife of twelve years. He had just asked her to name off three reasons why she was mad at him, and by the look on her face, that "three" might be followed by a couple of zeros.
"You KNEW I wouldn't be home very often when we first hooked up," Green Day's frontman replied, through gritted teeth.
"That's true. But GOD Billie, I NEVER see you anymore, unless it's on T.V," Adrienne whined, her dark brown eyes an entire sea of emotions.
The ones Billie Joe could name right off the bat were sadness, anger, impatience, and a little confusion. Mostly likely as to where the man she had fallen in love with sixteen years ago had gone.
Billie Joe unclenched his teeth, his features softening at the sight of his upset wife.
He stood, cupping Adrienne's soft, pale, porcelain-like face in his rough, callused hands.
"I'll tell you what," the punk rocker said after a moment, pressing his forehead to Adrienne's. "We'll leave the boys with mom for a couple weeks, and you come on tour with me."
Adrienne frowned. "That's never work. Jake's sick," she said, referring to the youngest of their two sons, Jakob Danger.
Billie Joe sighed, removing his hands and forehead. "You complain about me never being home, yet you make no move to come see me. This relationship is really fifty-fuckin'-fifty, ain't it?" he asked harshly.
Adrienne's small lips tightened in anger as she looked up at her husband. "I can't help the face that Jake is sick, now CAN I?" she retorted.
"What, you think mom wouldn't take care of him?" Billie Joe bit back, motioning with his arm in the direction of his mother's house, for no apparent reason.
"I didn't say that. Don't twist my words Billie Joe," Adrienne snapped.
"Whatever. Stay here. See what the FUCK I care," Billie Joe replied, storming out of his house, then climbing into his car.
Billie Joe looked out the windshield just in time to see Adrienne run out the front door, her black shorts riding up on her thighs, her full chest bouncing in her red t-shirt.
"Baby, wait," She called, pounding on the window of Billie Joe's car.
Billie Joe simply looked at her through the window, starting the car.
"Babe, please," Adrienne called, tears welling up in her eyes.
Billie Joe hated to see his wife cry, but he knew that he was right this time. And believe me, that was rare.
He gave Adrienne one last, long look, then threw the car into reverse, screeching out of the driveway.
And Adrienne was left standing in a cloud of dust, fighting back her tears.
End Flashback
Billie Joe opened his eyes, taking the last darg off of his cigarette, then put it out in the large black ashtray that was sitting on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.
Sitting back up, he folded his hands behind his head and once again leaned back into the pillow.
Truth be known, he wasn't sure how much longer he and Adrienne were going to last. Sure, in the beginning of their relationship, they'd done everything they could to see each other. She'd fly out to surprise him for the weekend, or vice-versa.
But then, she'd gotten pregnant with Joey, and Billie Joe wouldn't so much as let her set foot on an airplane.
And around the time she got pregnant, Green Day was finally starting to get noticed, therefore, the tours got longer. And the phonecalls less frequent.
Of course, the latter was entirely Billie Joe's fault, because in all their free time, he, Mike, and Tre were busy celebrating.
It didn't matter that there was no holiday, or if their shows sucked. They still found something to celebrate.
Then, within a year, the buzz around Green Day wasn't nearly as deafening, so they guys decided to take this as an oppurtunity to spend time with their blossoming families.
Once he was back home, Billie Joe and Adrienne solved all of their marital problems, and all was well up until the release of American Idiot.
It was driving the couple apart.
Of course Billie Joe still loved Adrienne with all his heart, and every ounce of passion in his body.
But, he loved Green Day just as much.
And damn...
He sure as hell hoped he wouldn't have to choose.
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