Green Day?... Or Adrienne?, chapter 2
Billie Joe, apparently having drifted off to sleep, awoke to the sound of Mike Dirn't voice. Mike Dirnt was the bassist of Billie Joe's band, and also his best friend of twenty-three years.
"Bill, time to get up. It's ten o' clock," Mike said, gently shaking Billie Joe.
"Mmph. AM or PM?" Billie Joe asked grumpily, pulling the pillow over his head, and pressing his face into the black leather of the sofa.
"AM," Mike said shortly, then picked up Billie Joe's legs, then sat down, placing Billie Joe's legs down on his own.
"So what's got you so down?" Mike asked, getting right to the point. After all, he had known Billie Joe for twenty-three years, so it made sense that he could tell that something was bothering his best friend.
"Just thinkin'," Billie Joe yawned casually, stretching, then scratching idly at his tattooed chest.
"About?" Mike pressed, and Billie Joe knew he wouldn't drop the subject until he had milked out every last detail.
"Just, everything," Billie Joe said simply, now running his hands over his face, and then through his hair, where he left them, placing his elbows on his knees as he sat up.
"Everything covers alot of ground Bill," Mike frowned, knowing it was something in specific that was eating at Billie Joe.
And he suspected that it involved Adrienne, in one way or another.
"Mmhmm," Billie Joe agreed, still refusing to tell Mike what was on his mind.
"Come on Bill. Does it have to do with Adi?" Mike asked, continuing to pressure his slightly older best friend.
"Fuck Mike, can't you just DROP it?" Billie Joe snapped, a look of annoyance on his normally content face.
Mike frowned once more. This time, things between Billie Joe and Adrienne must have been pretty serious.
"You should call her Billie Joe," Mike said, for the first time in several years calling Billie Joe by his full name.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Billie Joe mumbled past the cigarette he had just stuck between his lips, then cupped his hand around the lighter, so as to light the cancer stick.
Mike sighed and shook his head, feeling very sorry for his fellow band mate.
And his fellow band mate's wife.
They say that, in true love, you make peace, not war.
Mike knew that what Billie Joe and Adrienne had was true, but they always seemed to be making war, not love.
Completely the opposite of the saying.
He couldn't help but chuckle, however, as he closed the lounge room door behind him. Billie Joe and Adrienne had never been too 'normal'. You could definately say that they were unique.
Billie Joe, on the other hand, stood up from his place on the couch, allowing his bare feet to carry him to the bar in the connected kitchen.
The short punk-rocker reached down into the refridgerator, and pulled out a bottle of Vanilla Vodka.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, tightening his lips around the cigarette to inhale as he observed the bottle more closely.
"Vanilla VODKA? We know who purchased this," Billie Joe said to himself, thinking of Tre Cool, the crazy, obnoxious, and extremely horney drummer of Green Day.
Taking the entire bottle out to the sofa, the green-eyed guitarist sprawled himself across the black leather cushions, and popped off the cork, taking a swig.
"Bleh," he coughed in disgust, but took yet another drink.
He groaned grumpily when he heard his cell phone going off, belting out "M-m-m-m-m-My Sharona," by the Ramones.
Reading the caller ID display on the front, he saw the numbers "80" come up.
Adrienne was calling.
Wondering what the hell she wanted, Billie Joe flipped open his phone with a, "Yello."
"Hey," Adrienne said casually, and Billie Joe could almost see her twirling the phone cord around her finger on the other end.
"'Sup?" Billie Joe asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Not much, you?" Adrienne asked.
"Same, just having a smoke," Billie Joe replied.
"And drinking," Adrienne added.
"How'd you know?" Billie Joe asked, surprised at how accurate his wife was with that last comment.
"You always drink when you smoke," Adrienne shrugged, though Billie Joe couldn't see it.
"So you've been observing me," Billie Joe grinned.
"You got a problem with that?" Adrienne laughed.
Billie Joe chuckled. "Hellllllll no," he replied.
After a moment of silence, the punk rocker spoke again.
"I'm sorry Adi," Billie Joe said softly.
"'S okay," Adrienne replied, though she knew it wasn't.
"It's really bad this time, huh?" Billie Joe asked, before taking another swig of vodka.
"Mmhmm," Adrienne hummed. "We'll pull through though," she added, very matter-of-factly.
"God, I hope so. I don't wanna lose you Adi," Billie Joe said, his eyes misting over ever-so-slightly.
"You won't babe," Adrienne smiled. "And I gotta go. Boys're home from Claudia's," she added.
"Kay. Love ya, and tell the boys I love and miss them," Billie Joe said.
Adrienne grinned on her end of the line. "Love you too. And will do. Hey, that rhymed," she mused.
Billie Joe chuckled. "Bye babe," he said, and snapped his phone shut.
"Bye," Adrienne said to the dial phone, then disconnected.
Well, things were starting to look a little better for the Armstrong couple.
Not much though.
"Bill, time to get up. It's ten o' clock," Mike said, gently shaking Billie Joe.
"Mmph. AM or PM?" Billie Joe asked grumpily, pulling the pillow over his head, and pressing his face into the black leather of the sofa.
"AM," Mike said shortly, then picked up Billie Joe's legs, then sat down, placing Billie Joe's legs down on his own.
"So what's got you so down?" Mike asked, getting right to the point. After all, he had known Billie Joe for twenty-three years, so it made sense that he could tell that something was bothering his best friend.
"Just thinkin'," Billie Joe yawned casually, stretching, then scratching idly at his tattooed chest.
"About?" Mike pressed, and Billie Joe knew he wouldn't drop the subject until he had milked out every last detail.
"Just, everything," Billie Joe said simply, now running his hands over his face, and then through his hair, where he left them, placing his elbows on his knees as he sat up.
"Everything covers alot of ground Bill," Mike frowned, knowing it was something in specific that was eating at Billie Joe.
And he suspected that it involved Adrienne, in one way or another.
"Mmhmm," Billie Joe agreed, still refusing to tell Mike what was on his mind.
"Come on Bill. Does it have to do with Adi?" Mike asked, continuing to pressure his slightly older best friend.
"Fuck Mike, can't you just DROP it?" Billie Joe snapped, a look of annoyance on his normally content face.
Mike frowned once more. This time, things between Billie Joe and Adrienne must have been pretty serious.
"You should call her Billie Joe," Mike said, for the first time in several years calling Billie Joe by his full name.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Billie Joe mumbled past the cigarette he had just stuck between his lips, then cupped his hand around the lighter, so as to light the cancer stick.
Mike sighed and shook his head, feeling very sorry for his fellow band mate.
And his fellow band mate's wife.
They say that, in true love, you make peace, not war.
Mike knew that what Billie Joe and Adrienne had was true, but they always seemed to be making war, not love.
Completely the opposite of the saying.
He couldn't help but chuckle, however, as he closed the lounge room door behind him. Billie Joe and Adrienne had never been too 'normal'. You could definately say that they were unique.
Billie Joe, on the other hand, stood up from his place on the couch, allowing his bare feet to carry him to the bar in the connected kitchen.
The short punk-rocker reached down into the refridgerator, and pulled out a bottle of Vanilla Vodka.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, tightening his lips around the cigarette to inhale as he observed the bottle more closely.
"Vanilla VODKA? We know who purchased this," Billie Joe said to himself, thinking of Tre Cool, the crazy, obnoxious, and extremely horney drummer of Green Day.
Taking the entire bottle out to the sofa, the green-eyed guitarist sprawled himself across the black leather cushions, and popped off the cork, taking a swig.
"Bleh," he coughed in disgust, but took yet another drink.
He groaned grumpily when he heard his cell phone going off, belting out "M-m-m-m-m-My Sharona," by the Ramones.
Reading the caller ID display on the front, he saw the numbers "80" come up.
Adrienne was calling.
Wondering what the hell she wanted, Billie Joe flipped open his phone with a, "Yello."
"Hey," Adrienne said casually, and Billie Joe could almost see her twirling the phone cord around her finger on the other end.
"'Sup?" Billie Joe asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Not much, you?" Adrienne asked.
"Same, just having a smoke," Billie Joe replied.
"And drinking," Adrienne added.
"How'd you know?" Billie Joe asked, surprised at how accurate his wife was with that last comment.
"You always drink when you smoke," Adrienne shrugged, though Billie Joe couldn't see it.
"So you've been observing me," Billie Joe grinned.
"You got a problem with that?" Adrienne laughed.
Billie Joe chuckled. "Hellllllll no," he replied.
After a moment of silence, the punk rocker spoke again.
"I'm sorry Adi," Billie Joe said softly.
"'S okay," Adrienne replied, though she knew it wasn't.
"It's really bad this time, huh?" Billie Joe asked, before taking another swig of vodka.
"Mmhmm," Adrienne hummed. "We'll pull through though," she added, very matter-of-factly.
"God, I hope so. I don't wanna lose you Adi," Billie Joe said, his eyes misting over ever-so-slightly.
"You won't babe," Adrienne smiled. "And I gotta go. Boys're home from Claudia's," she added.
"Kay. Love ya, and tell the boys I love and miss them," Billie Joe said.
Adrienne grinned on her end of the line. "Love you too. And will do. Hey, that rhymed," she mused.
Billie Joe chuckled. "Bye babe," he said, and snapped his phone shut.
"Bye," Adrienne said to the dial phone, then disconnected.
Well, things were starting to look a little better for the Armstrong couple.
Not much though.
