She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 3

I was close. I could tell. The lights of the city were fading away and houses were beginning to line the streets. There was a tap on my shoulder. "Billie, what the hell are we doing? I'm supposed to passed out on a bed with a bunch of girls. Not in your backseat with Mike." It was Tre. "We're going to find Adeline," I said, focusing on the road.
"Your daughter?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I haven't seen her in thirteen years, Tre."
"I know, but, it's midnight."
"So?"
"Midnight. I don't think that they're going to be up."
"Nothing's going to stop me. Besides, Lizz doesn't go to bed until like, 1 AM."
"And you know that how?"
"I have my ways."
"Alright. Mike! Get up!"

He kicked him and Mike moaned. "What the fuck?!" Mike yelled. "Billie wants to find Adeline," Tre told him. "Alright then," he answered. Tre crawled in the front seat next to me. "So," he said," Where we headed?" "Brier Drive," I said.

We pulled onto a street. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Mike asked. "I never forget a place after... Well, you know," I smirked. "I think Billie's horny," Tre whispered to Mike. "Tre! Shut the fuck up! I'm not!" I yelled, slapping him on the head. "Hey! Watch the hawk!"

I saw a sign up ahead. Brier Drive. "This is it!" I said under my breath. My heart was pounding. I was finally going to meet my daughter! I looked at the card one last time.

I looked up and down the street carefully. I found the house. Not to make suspicion, I parked on the opposite side of the street. I sat in the car for a minute. "What are you waiting for?" Tre asked. "I don't know," I said," Is this right?"
"I think so," Mike said from behind me," You really want to see her, don't you?"
"Well, sure, but-"
"But nothing!"
"What if Lizz won't let me see her?"
"She's your fucking daughter! You have to see her! It's your right."
"Right."

I got out of the car, crossed the street, and headed up the driveway. I stepped to the door. I paused a minute before knocking. "Coming!" I heard a familiar voice said from behind it. It opened and a very familiar and very shocked face stood there.
"B-Billie?"
"Yep."
"Come in."

I stepped inside. We didn't move anywhere. Just stood there.
"What are you doing here?"
"To see my daughter."
"Sh-she's not here."

I heard "Basketcase" blare from the back of the house. I looked back down at Lizz. "Okay, maybe she is here," she said, wincing.
"Then let me see her."
"I don't want you to. I've barely ever told her about her father."
"Why?"
"It'd be too much for her to take."
"Hasn't she ever asked about me?"
"Sure, she has. But-"
"But, what?"
"But, I don't want her to meet you."
"Why?"
"I-I have my reasons."

There was a pause.
"You know, she's a really big fan of yours."
"Really?"
"Sure she is. I think it's weird, but, you know."
"What's weird about it?"
"That you're her father, she doesn't know it, but she likes your music."
"It's not weird, it's destiny."
"Could be."
She smiled at me. I've always missed that smile. The phone rang. Only once. I guess Adeline picked it up in the back. "Mom!" she yelled," Mom! It's for you!" I heard her walking down the hallway.
"Billie! Get out!"
"No. I want to see her."
"Not yet."
"When?"
"I don't know! Just get out!"

She pushed me out the door. Let me ask you, if Billie Joe Armstrong came to your door and wanted to see his daughter, who was yours, would you slam the door in his face? No.

I slowly walked back to the car. "What happened?" Mike asked. "Sh-she wouldn't let me see her," I said, trying not to cry. "Rude," Tre said, half-asleep. "So, what are you going to do now?" Mike asked. "I don-" I stopped. A window was open at the front of the house. It was Adeline's room. "Tre! Hand me those binaculars!" I said. "You're not gonna be a Peeping Tom, are you?" Mike asked. "No! She's my daughter. I'm spying on her. It's a dad thing."

I put the binoculars to my eyes. There were Green Day posters everywhere. The door opened and she walked in. She looked so much like me. She didn't have green eyes, though. She had brown. Like Lizz's. She looked so familiar. Did I see her somewhere? She wore a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and Chucks. Damn! Where have I seen her? She sat on her bed and flipped through some papers. Her mouth was moving so I guess she was singing. A guitar sat by the window. I found out what the papers were. Drawings. They were good. In anime. Mostly of me, Tre, and Mike. She smiled, picked one out, and taped it on the wall. It was of me. There was a little writing on the side. I focused the binoculars more. "To Nobody, Love, Billie Joe Armstrong."