Green Day?... Or Adrienne?, chapter 8
"Hey Mike!" Billie Joe called out, running his left hand through his messy hair as he looked down at the floor at the random items that had accumulated there. It was just the usual; dirty socks, underwear, shirts, red ties, and the like.
Exactly what you would expect to find on the tour bus of three males who had never bothered with house keeping.
"Yooo... whoa," Mike said, stopping short in the doorway of the living room, his own blue eyes flitting over the mess.
"Couldja help me here?" Billie Joe asked, his green eyes pleading. "Adi's coming."
"Suweeeeeeeet. Yeah, I'll help," the blue-eyed bassist replied, bending at the waist to pick up a sock.
"Thanks a gajillion and a half. I'll be right back," Billie Joe replied, jogging off toward the bus's tiny laundry room for a laundry basket.
A moment later, the green-eyed guitarist appeared in the middle of the living room with a white basket, setting it in the middle of the floor as he began tossing dirty laundry into it.
Mike began doing the same thing, humming The Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated" as he went along.
Within minutes, both men stood, admiring their work.
"Looks good," Billie Joe spoke after a minute.
"Hell yeah it does. We're awesome," Mike grinned, and Billie Joe chuckled.
"Okay, now I'll tackle the kitchen and the lounge if you'll get the bunk room and the bathroom," Billie Joe said.
"Sure. Stick me with the bathroom," Mike rolled his eyes playfully.
"Well duh," Billie Joe grinned, and headed off to do his work.
***
"Mmm. Smells awesome in here," Adrienne said, stepping through the kitchen's entrance of the tour bus.
"Thanks! Wanna taste-test?" Tre asked, lifting a fork off of the counter and stabbing into the pasta he had just finished cooking.
"Sure," Adrienne replied, dropping her large black suitcase onto the floor, and opening her mouth so Tre could give her a bite. "Where's Billie?" She asked through a mouthful of pasta.
"Shower," Tre answered. pulling the fork from Adrienne's small lips, and he had a sudden urge to kiss them, but refrained. "Taste okay?"
"Mmhmm," Adrienne nodded, swallowing.
"Adi's here! Adi's here!" Mike yelled, skipping into the kitchen and embracing the older woman.
"Whooooa," Adrienne giggled, returning his hug, though briefly cupping a hand over her flat belly.
"Bill's in the shower. Should be right out," Mike commented, kissing Adrienne's forehead before bending to pick up her suitcases.
"Good, 'cause I got news," Adrienne said, resting the backs of her thighs against the kitchen table.
Exactly what you would expect to find on the tour bus of three males who had never bothered with house keeping.
"Yooo... whoa," Mike said, stopping short in the doorway of the living room, his own blue eyes flitting over the mess.
"Couldja help me here?" Billie Joe asked, his green eyes pleading. "Adi's coming."
"Suweeeeeeeet. Yeah, I'll help," the blue-eyed bassist replied, bending at the waist to pick up a sock.
"Thanks a gajillion and a half. I'll be right back," Billie Joe replied, jogging off toward the bus's tiny laundry room for a laundry basket.
A moment later, the green-eyed guitarist appeared in the middle of the living room with a white basket, setting it in the middle of the floor as he began tossing dirty laundry into it.
Mike began doing the same thing, humming The Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated" as he went along.
Within minutes, both men stood, admiring their work.
"Looks good," Billie Joe spoke after a minute.
"Hell yeah it does. We're awesome," Mike grinned, and Billie Joe chuckled.
"Okay, now I'll tackle the kitchen and the lounge if you'll get the bunk room and the bathroom," Billie Joe said.
"Sure. Stick me with the bathroom," Mike rolled his eyes playfully.
"Well duh," Billie Joe grinned, and headed off to do his work.
***
"Mmm. Smells awesome in here," Adrienne said, stepping through the kitchen's entrance of the tour bus.
"Thanks! Wanna taste-test?" Tre asked, lifting a fork off of the counter and stabbing into the pasta he had just finished cooking.
"Sure," Adrienne replied, dropping her large black suitcase onto the floor, and opening her mouth so Tre could give her a bite. "Where's Billie?" She asked through a mouthful of pasta.
"Shower," Tre answered. pulling the fork from Adrienne's small lips, and he had a sudden urge to kiss them, but refrained. "Taste okay?"
"Mmhmm," Adrienne nodded, swallowing.
"Adi's here! Adi's here!" Mike yelled, skipping into the kitchen and embracing the older woman.
"Whooooa," Adrienne giggled, returning his hug, though briefly cupping a hand over her flat belly.
"Bill's in the shower. Should be right out," Mike commented, kissing Adrienne's forehead before bending to pick up her suitcases.
"Good, 'cause I got news," Adrienne said, resting the backs of her thighs against the kitchen table.
