Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 29
*******NEXT MORNING*******
Billie Joe and I walked into the living room, holding hands, to find everyone else half asleep on the couch.
"Good morning." Billie Joe said cheerily.
"Only to you two." Tre said, scowling.
"What do you mean?" I asked them.
"Well, we couldn't get to sleep cuz you two were at it all night." Mike said, yawning.
"How did you guys know?"
"The whole van was shaking, EVERYBODY knew." Tre said, flopping onto the couch.
"Do you think Chuck heard?" Billie Joe asked. Jeez.
"Um, Chuck SAW. You also left your window open, and he happened to see what was going on." Mike said.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed.
"Cool!" Billie Joe said. We both laughed, and hugged. We pulled apart cuz the door was slammed open by someone entering our bus. I turned my head, and saw it was Pierre.
"Hello." I said in a cold tone. I just really hated them!
"Yo. Was it you two who were fucking all night?" he said. I blushed.
"Yea, why?" Billie Joe said.
"Me and Chuck couldn't sleep. So eventually, he took a walk to clear his head, came back, and hid under the covers." Pierre said. Me and Billie Joe looked at each other, and laughed.
"Well, later dudes." Pierre said, and walked out.
"Whatever." I replied, making a loser sign L on my head. I walked into the kitchen, found an almost empty carton of milk, and gulped it down, wiping my mouth on my sleave sometimes.
"You know Kym, you could act more like a girl now and then." Billie Joe said, leaning in the door frame.
"Yea, but then I'd be a stuck up byotch." I said, imitating walking like Elle Woods from legally blonde. I only watched that movie cuz Rachel, Laura and Corinne outvoted me and Tara who wanted to see Resident Evil. Billie Joe laughed at my prancing around, and fake ballet steps.
"Ok! Stop!" he said, almost collapsing in a laughing fit.
"See?" I said, tickling him to the ground.
*******A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER*******
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
Mike had been awfully quiet over the last two days. He'd been calling Tara a lot, and we could all tell how much they missed each other. Secretly, Kym and I organised for Tara to fly over and stay with us for the tour. We checked with Billie Joe to see if it was alright, and made him swear not to tell Mike. When she arrived, the dramatic entrance was done, and she and Mike spent the next 10 minutes making out in the corner. The rest of us pretended they weren't there, and watched TV. When they finished, everyone rolled there eyes, and pretended it never happened. Kym and Billie Joe were siting close, like usual, and having a poking war. Tre and I were laughing and joking, and talking about embarrassing things that had happened to us. We talked about the concert last night, and everything that happened. He said there were a bunch of teenies that tried to get in by stripping for the security guards, but were literally dragged out of the building, and thrown into the mud. When he told me, I pictured in my head 5 guys, dressed up as Paris Hiltons, slowly stripping for a couple of big, beefy macho security guards.
********LAST MONTH OF THE TOUR*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
OMG! The tour so far has been so fucking fun!!! Only a month left, damn it! In a week it would be my 18th birthday, but I didn't really expect anyone to remember. My favourite bit so far just has to be when they called some people up to play, and Billie Joe grabbed the guitarist's ass, and started making out with him. Backstage, he asked me if I minded, and I told him it was a bit of a turn on. We both laughed a little, and kissed.
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
Wow, that concert was SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! We'd seen about 50 Green Day concerts by now, but this one was better than lots of them. Anyway, Tre, Mike, Tara, Billie Joe and I had secretly been planning Kym's 18th birthday party. She expected us to forget, but I never forget. Tre wanted to hire a stripper, but everyone else said no. So far, we had planned to take her to her favourite places in the world. The beach, Baskin and Robin's ice cream, Fasta Pasta for dinner, and we were going to rent a hotel suite for the night. It wasn't a lot, but she would love it. Kym hadn't had a birthday party since she was 8. When she was 9, no one except me, Tara, and Laura showed up for her party, and every year since that, it's always been just the four of us doing something casual together. Sometimes we'd be joined by Corinne, when she was visiting, but it was normally the four of us. Yes, it sounds a bit sad, but it was fun. Just knowing that everyone who came got along, that we'd always have a good time, and not having to send out those lame "thank you for you present" cards. Anyway, it didn't sound like much of an 18th birthday party, but we knew Kym would love it.
*********KYM'S 18 BIRTHDAY*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I'm an adult. Yay. Fuck that makes me sound old. Anyway, Billie Joe said he was taking me out somewhere, but not fancy. Ooo yay. What a par-tay. Ok, that was sarcasm. Anyway, I got in his car, and he drove me somewhere. When we got there, he walked outside, and opened my door for me.
"Oh, such a gentle man." I said. He took my hand, and showed me where we were. At a beach. A beautiful beach. And it was sunset, the pinkish, orange, blue, purple sky, and a couple of white fluffy clouds. I smiled at him, and we took a walk. Someone suddenly tackled me from behind.
"FUCK!" I screamed, and realised it was Tre. "Tre! You dick!" I said, pushing him off me. He just rolled off, and laughed. Rachel, Tara and Mike walked out from behind a tree.
"HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY KYM!!!!" they all screamed. I laughed, and stood up.
"Ok guys, was this the big birthday plan? Get Billie Joe to drive me to the beach, take a nice little walk, then get ambushed by you guys?" I asked.
"But wait, there's more!" Mike said, like one of those infomercial people.
"Oh god no." I said. The five of them carried me back to Billie Joe's car, and we were off. They drove me to Fasta Pasta, my favourite pasta in the whole world! It wasn't a fancy place, or anything really special like that, but I loved it anyway, and so did Rachel. After dinner, we got back in the car.
"Desert time... " Rachel said, pointing out the window.
"YAY!!!! BASKIN ROBIN'S!!!!" I cheered. Baskin Robin's was the BEST ice cream place in the WORLD. My favourite ice cream ever. I smiled, and we went inside. Rachel ordered passion fruit, Tara got love potion, I got one scoop of world class chocolate, and once scoop of mint choc chip, Mike had world class chocolate, Billie Joe got chorus, and Tre got a banana royal sundae.
"Holy shit it's huge!" Rachel said.
"No it's not." Tre said, then he actually saw the sundae. "Ok, it is. But I can finish it." We all just laughed at him. Even I couldn't finish one of those. We sat down, and dug into our ice cream. Billie Joe and Tara finished first. Followed by Rachel, and me. Of course, I would have finished first usually, but I hadn't had this ice cream in so long, I wanted to savour the flavour. How gay does that sound? Tre almost finished last, except he didn't finish. He had half a banana and a whole lot of whipped cream and chopped up nuts left.
"You gonna eat that?" I said to him. All that came out of his mouth was
"gggllllaaaaahhhahhhhmmmmm" which I figured meant no. I finished it for him, and he just fell onto the seat. Everyone laughed at Tre, and I poked him a couple of times.
"Stop poking my flab!" he said.
"Agh! My finger's stuck!" I joked. Rachel pushed me over for insulting Tre, and I landed on top of him. I tried to squash him, but I wasn't heavy enough. I gave up and sat up, wondering if we were going to go to the tour van now. We all piled back into Billie Joe's car, and drove off, but not in the direction of the tour bus.
"Hey, where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see when we get there. All I can say is that we aren't going to the tour bus until tomorrow." Tara said. Billie Joe seemed to have reached our destination, so he hunted around for parking, and we got out.
"Oh... my... god." I said. We were at the Versace hotel, six stars. I'd never, ever been there before of course, and it was REALLY expensive. The guys walked in first, while us girls talked. They chatted briefly with the person on duty, and returned with a set of keys. We followed them into an elevator, and waited for the doors to reopen.
"Kym... well, since it's your eighteenth birthday and all, you know, it's important, well... " she said, before she was cut off by Tre.
"We booked the biggest suit in the hotel!!!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid. All that was going through my head was OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! But I didn't show it that extremely. I smiled a huge smile, and hugged everyone.
It was about 1 in the morning, and everyone was asleep. I was lying in a bed next to Billie Joe, and he too was fast asleep, but not me. I felt a bit hungry, so I got up, and walked into the kitchen. I didn't find much in the fridge, but I DID spy a can of whipped cream. I picked it up, and examined the expiry date. I smiled evilly, thinking of something to do with it, until a thought sprang into my head. I crept back into the bedroom, walked silently over to Billie Joe, stuck the nozzle of the cream down the back of his pants, and squirted a generous amount. Sniggering, I quickly withdrawed my hand, and watched in a fit of silent giggles as he rolled over and POOF! Billie Joe instantly woke and looked at me. He saw the whipped cream can in my hand.
"Kym!" he said, twisting around to see it. "It's all in my buttcrack!!!" I laughed out loud, and jumped onto the bed next to him.
"You're gonna regret doing that!" he said, aiming the cream at me. After lots of laughing, and creaming, I finally knocked the can out of his hand, and off the bed. I looked down to see how much cream was on me. Most of my top half was coated in cream from my neck below.
"Billie Joe! It's all over my boobs!!" I said, trying to wipe it off.
"I'll get it off for you." He said, smirking, and pushed me back onto the bed. I giggled as he began to lick the cream off. He pulled the straps of my top off my shoulders and slid my top down. I started unbuttoning his shirt, as he licked the last of the cream off, and started kissing and biting my neck. I slowly started to slide down his pants and leave him in nothing but underwear. The door opened, and I looked up.
"Shit, fuck, crap," I said, seeing who was at the door; it was Tre. There was still a little bit of whipped cream on my breasts, and on Billie Joe's face. He was wearing nothing but boxers pulled down at the back, revealing the whipped cream on his butt. I then realised I was topless, and hid behind Billie Joe.
"Yea Kym, hide behind me! I'm sure he won't see anything!" Billie Joe said sarcastically, and I whacked him on the head with a pillow.
"Great guys! I came in to borrow something, but now I can't remember what, and I have the image of you two burnt into the back of my eyes." Tre said, banging on his head, as if he was trying to shake something out of it.
"Well, can you leave now?" I asked.
"Yea, sure." Tre said, blocking his eyes and leaving.
"Well, that kinda killed the mood." I said to Billie Joe.
"Yea," Billie Joe said, crawling under the sheets to go to sleep. I put my shirt back on, hugged him close, and went to sleep almost instantly. This had definitely been the best birthday ever.
Billie Joe and I walked into the living room, holding hands, to find everyone else half asleep on the couch.
"Good morning." Billie Joe said cheerily.
"Only to you two." Tre said, scowling.
"What do you mean?" I asked them.
"Well, we couldn't get to sleep cuz you two were at it all night." Mike said, yawning.
"How did you guys know?"
"The whole van was shaking, EVERYBODY knew." Tre said, flopping onto the couch.
"Do you think Chuck heard?" Billie Joe asked. Jeez.
"Um, Chuck SAW. You also left your window open, and he happened to see what was going on." Mike said.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed.
"Cool!" Billie Joe said. We both laughed, and hugged. We pulled apart cuz the door was slammed open by someone entering our bus. I turned my head, and saw it was Pierre.
"Hello." I said in a cold tone. I just really hated them!
"Yo. Was it you two who were fucking all night?" he said. I blushed.
"Yea, why?" Billie Joe said.
"Me and Chuck couldn't sleep. So eventually, he took a walk to clear his head, came back, and hid under the covers." Pierre said. Me and Billie Joe looked at each other, and laughed.
"Well, later dudes." Pierre said, and walked out.
"Whatever." I replied, making a loser sign L on my head. I walked into the kitchen, found an almost empty carton of milk, and gulped it down, wiping my mouth on my sleave sometimes.
"You know Kym, you could act more like a girl now and then." Billie Joe said, leaning in the door frame.
"Yea, but then I'd be a stuck up byotch." I said, imitating walking like Elle Woods from legally blonde. I only watched that movie cuz Rachel, Laura and Corinne outvoted me and Tara who wanted to see Resident Evil. Billie Joe laughed at my prancing around, and fake ballet steps.
"Ok! Stop!" he said, almost collapsing in a laughing fit.
"See?" I said, tickling him to the ground.
*******A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER*******
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
Mike had been awfully quiet over the last two days. He'd been calling Tara a lot, and we could all tell how much they missed each other. Secretly, Kym and I organised for Tara to fly over and stay with us for the tour. We checked with Billie Joe to see if it was alright, and made him swear not to tell Mike. When she arrived, the dramatic entrance was done, and she and Mike spent the next 10 minutes making out in the corner. The rest of us pretended they weren't there, and watched TV. When they finished, everyone rolled there eyes, and pretended it never happened. Kym and Billie Joe were siting close, like usual, and having a poking war. Tre and I were laughing and joking, and talking about embarrassing things that had happened to us. We talked about the concert last night, and everything that happened. He said there were a bunch of teenies that tried to get in by stripping for the security guards, but were literally dragged out of the building, and thrown into the mud. When he told me, I pictured in my head 5 guys, dressed up as Paris Hiltons, slowly stripping for a couple of big, beefy macho security guards.
********LAST MONTH OF THE TOUR*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
OMG! The tour so far has been so fucking fun!!! Only a month left, damn it! In a week it would be my 18th birthday, but I didn't really expect anyone to remember. My favourite bit so far just has to be when they called some people up to play, and Billie Joe grabbed the guitarist's ass, and started making out with him. Backstage, he asked me if I minded, and I told him it was a bit of a turn on. We both laughed a little, and kissed.
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
Wow, that concert was SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! We'd seen about 50 Green Day concerts by now, but this one was better than lots of them. Anyway, Tre, Mike, Tara, Billie Joe and I had secretly been planning Kym's 18th birthday party. She expected us to forget, but I never forget. Tre wanted to hire a stripper, but everyone else said no. So far, we had planned to take her to her favourite places in the world. The beach, Baskin and Robin's ice cream, Fasta Pasta for dinner, and we were going to rent a hotel suite for the night. It wasn't a lot, but she would love it. Kym hadn't had a birthday party since she was 8. When she was 9, no one except me, Tara, and Laura showed up for her party, and every year since that, it's always been just the four of us doing something casual together. Sometimes we'd be joined by Corinne, when she was visiting, but it was normally the four of us. Yes, it sounds a bit sad, but it was fun. Just knowing that everyone who came got along, that we'd always have a good time, and not having to send out those lame "thank you for you present" cards. Anyway, it didn't sound like much of an 18th birthday party, but we knew Kym would love it.
*********KYM'S 18 BIRTHDAY*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I'm an adult. Yay. Fuck that makes me sound old. Anyway, Billie Joe said he was taking me out somewhere, but not fancy. Ooo yay. What a par-tay. Ok, that was sarcasm. Anyway, I got in his car, and he drove me somewhere. When we got there, he walked outside, and opened my door for me.
"Oh, such a gentle man." I said. He took my hand, and showed me where we were. At a beach. A beautiful beach. And it was sunset, the pinkish, orange, blue, purple sky, and a couple of white fluffy clouds. I smiled at him, and we took a walk. Someone suddenly tackled me from behind.
"FUCK!" I screamed, and realised it was Tre. "Tre! You dick!" I said, pushing him off me. He just rolled off, and laughed. Rachel, Tara and Mike walked out from behind a tree.
"HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY KYM!!!!" they all screamed. I laughed, and stood up.
"Ok guys, was this the big birthday plan? Get Billie Joe to drive me to the beach, take a nice little walk, then get ambushed by you guys?" I asked.
"But wait, there's more!" Mike said, like one of those infomercial people.
"Oh god no." I said. The five of them carried me back to Billie Joe's car, and we were off. They drove me to Fasta Pasta, my favourite pasta in the whole world! It wasn't a fancy place, or anything really special like that, but I loved it anyway, and so did Rachel. After dinner, we got back in the car.
"Desert time... " Rachel said, pointing out the window.
"YAY!!!! BASKIN ROBIN'S!!!!" I cheered. Baskin Robin's was the BEST ice cream place in the WORLD. My favourite ice cream ever. I smiled, and we went inside. Rachel ordered passion fruit, Tara got love potion, I got one scoop of world class chocolate, and once scoop of mint choc chip, Mike had world class chocolate, Billie Joe got chorus, and Tre got a banana royal sundae.
"Holy shit it's huge!" Rachel said.
"No it's not." Tre said, then he actually saw the sundae. "Ok, it is. But I can finish it." We all just laughed at him. Even I couldn't finish one of those. We sat down, and dug into our ice cream. Billie Joe and Tara finished first. Followed by Rachel, and me. Of course, I would have finished first usually, but I hadn't had this ice cream in so long, I wanted to savour the flavour. How gay does that sound? Tre almost finished last, except he didn't finish. He had half a banana and a whole lot of whipped cream and chopped up nuts left.
"You gonna eat that?" I said to him. All that came out of his mouth was
"gggllllaaaaahhhahhhhmmmmm" which I figured meant no. I finished it for him, and he just fell onto the seat. Everyone laughed at Tre, and I poked him a couple of times.
"Stop poking my flab!" he said.
"Agh! My finger's stuck!" I joked. Rachel pushed me over for insulting Tre, and I landed on top of him. I tried to squash him, but I wasn't heavy enough. I gave up and sat up, wondering if we were going to go to the tour van now. We all piled back into Billie Joe's car, and drove off, but not in the direction of the tour bus.
"Hey, where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see when we get there. All I can say is that we aren't going to the tour bus until tomorrow." Tara said. Billie Joe seemed to have reached our destination, so he hunted around for parking, and we got out.
"Oh... my... god." I said. We were at the Versace hotel, six stars. I'd never, ever been there before of course, and it was REALLY expensive. The guys walked in first, while us girls talked. They chatted briefly with the person on duty, and returned with a set of keys. We followed them into an elevator, and waited for the doors to reopen.
"Kym... well, since it's your eighteenth birthday and all, you know, it's important, well... " she said, before she was cut off by Tre.
"We booked the biggest suit in the hotel!!!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid. All that was going through my head was OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! But I didn't show it that extremely. I smiled a huge smile, and hugged everyone.
It was about 1 in the morning, and everyone was asleep. I was lying in a bed next to Billie Joe, and he too was fast asleep, but not me. I felt a bit hungry, so I got up, and walked into the kitchen. I didn't find much in the fridge, but I DID spy a can of whipped cream. I picked it up, and examined the expiry date. I smiled evilly, thinking of something to do with it, until a thought sprang into my head. I crept back into the bedroom, walked silently over to Billie Joe, stuck the nozzle of the cream down the back of his pants, and squirted a generous amount. Sniggering, I quickly withdrawed my hand, and watched in a fit of silent giggles as he rolled over and POOF! Billie Joe instantly woke and looked at me. He saw the whipped cream can in my hand.
"Kym!" he said, twisting around to see it. "It's all in my buttcrack!!!" I laughed out loud, and jumped onto the bed next to him.
"You're gonna regret doing that!" he said, aiming the cream at me. After lots of laughing, and creaming, I finally knocked the can out of his hand, and off the bed. I looked down to see how much cream was on me. Most of my top half was coated in cream from my neck below.
"Billie Joe! It's all over my boobs!!" I said, trying to wipe it off.
"I'll get it off for you." He said, smirking, and pushed me back onto the bed. I giggled as he began to lick the cream off. He pulled the straps of my top off my shoulders and slid my top down. I started unbuttoning his shirt, as he licked the last of the cream off, and started kissing and biting my neck. I slowly started to slide down his pants and leave him in nothing but underwear. The door opened, and I looked up.
"Shit, fuck, crap," I said, seeing who was at the door; it was Tre. There was still a little bit of whipped cream on my breasts, and on Billie Joe's face. He was wearing nothing but boxers pulled down at the back, revealing the whipped cream on his butt. I then realised I was topless, and hid behind Billie Joe.
"Yea Kym, hide behind me! I'm sure he won't see anything!" Billie Joe said sarcastically, and I whacked him on the head with a pillow.
"Great guys! I came in to borrow something, but now I can't remember what, and I have the image of you two burnt into the back of my eyes." Tre said, banging on his head, as if he was trying to shake something out of it.
"Well, can you leave now?" I asked.
"Yea, sure." Tre said, blocking his eyes and leaving.
"Well, that kinda killed the mood." I said to Billie Joe.
"Yea," Billie Joe said, crawling under the sheets to go to sleep. I put my shirt back on, hugged him close, and went to sleep almost instantly. This had definitely been the best birthday ever.
