Billie And I. And Tré And Mike..., chapter 2
*Billies P. O. V
After TRL we all went back to the hotel. Me and Tori went to our suit and Mike and dipshit went back to theirs. I walked into the bathroom and put a towel, a shirt, and some boxers on the counter. I started the shower and jumped in. I got out and got dressed. I don't even know why I put the shirt there because I wasn't going to use it so I just threw it on the bed. I went into the 'Living Room' and Tori was sitting on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. God I LOVE it when she smiles.
We have been together for a year, and I still hadn't told her how I felt. I love her! But when it seems like the right time to say it... I just can't. I open my mouth, but those three simple words just don't wanna come out for some reason. I don't know.. Maybe I am scared of what she'll think, or say, or do. I want her to know how I feel...
I sit next to her on the couch. She smiles one of her heart stopping smiles. She turns off the TV and curls up next to me and put her head on my chest. I put my arm around her. I have to say it NOW!
"Tori?" I ask.
"Hmm?" She replies.
"I... I.."
"You what?" she asks, looking very worried.
"I need to tell you that.."
"Tell me what?"
"I... I.. Tori... I love you." YES! IT FINALLY CAME OUT! Uh-oh.. What will she say?
She looks up at me and smiles. YES! Thats a good sign!
"I love you, too Billie." She says still with that killer smile on her face. YES! YES! I have a party in my mind. My heart is going wild! I look at her and grin.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes, really really." She says. Finally I know how she feels. My cell phone rings, my both of us jump. I apologized and looked for it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Is this Mr. Armfinklewinklepoo?" Right away I knew it was Tré.
"Tré knock it off, and go to sleeeep!"
"AWW! How did you know it was me?"
"I'm not THAT stupid Tré!" And with that I hung up.
After this little bit with Tré, I was getting tired.
"Hey, babe? Are you tired?" I asked Tori.
"Uh.. Yeah. Just a little. Don't we leave tomorrow?"
"Yeah. So we should try and get some sleep. Do you want to come to bed?"
"Okay... If that is what you want.. I GUESS I will come."
"What do you mean I guess?"
"I mean I Guess I will go to bed with a ugly, stinky, guy."
"WHAT?! ME? Ugly? Oh no you didn't" I said while snapping my fingers.
"Whateva homie skillet biscut."
"Huh?"
"Exactly."
We went into the room and she got ready for bed as I layed down. She climbed into bed and I scooted as close as possible to her, and put both of my arms around her waist.
"I love you." I whispered in her ear.
"I love you, too." She said back.
God was it good to know how she felt. I thought I might die if I didn't.
*Tori's P. O. V
Oh my. I am soooo glad I know how he feels! Also I am glad he knows how I feel. I woke up in his arms and I stretched trying not to wake him up. I heard him mumble something in his sleep about elephants and I started to laugh. He woke up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes looked at me and said, "Good morning my love." GOSH! That almost made me die.
"As to you." I said back with a huge smile.
"When are we leaving?" I asked him.
"Uhmm," he stopped to look at the clock, "Oh shit. In an hour."
"REALLY?!" I asked excited, but shocked.
"Yeah. So lets get up and get ready."
"Okay."
Billie Joe got up and went in to the lounge, but popped his head in the room to say "I love you, babe." "I love you, too... But more." I said back. He smiled and went back to what he was doing.
I put on a Green Day shirt, black Dickies (pants), on of Billie's hoodies, and some eyeliner. I felt someone put their hand around my waist.
"You look B-E-A- UTIFUL!" Billie whispered in my ear. "Thanks, you look pertyful yourself Mr. Armstrong." I said while turning around to face him.
"Oh like meh gawd! Thaaaank yooou! My Diet is finally working!" he said in a girlish voice, that made me giggle.
*
We finally got on the plane and everything was going as usual, Tré was being dumb and Billie Joe was trying to comfort me.
"OW! Tré! STOP!" He threw a paper at me and it hit me. I opened it up and it said 'Yo Momma is fat! Hahah' This went on and on and on, till Billie Joe turned around and beat him shitless until he finally said "I surrender!".
We got to the airport, and got our suit cases.
"My bologna has a first name it's O-S-C-A-R, my bologna has a seco- OW! BILLIE IS BEING MEAN! TORI COME AND HANDLE YOUR MAAAN!" Tré yelled across the airport.
"Well, well, well, Tré if you learned how to keep your mouth SHUT, you wouldn't have that problem, now would you?" I asked in a motherish kinda tone.
"Yes ma'am mommy." Tré said.
"Get in the damn car Tré and shut up." Mike yelled at, well you know.
"FINE!" Tré said. We all got in the car, Mike and dipshit in back, and me and Billie in front, he was driving. While we driving, Nice Guys Finish Last came on and I was singing along. Billie hated it. He looked at me and smiled.
"What do you think your doing?" Billie asked me.
"Singing. What does it look like?" I replied.
"Well don't, that song sucks."
"No it doesn't."
"Okay..."
*
*Billie's P. O. V
FINALLY! We are home! I get to be alone with my most favorite person in the world, Tori. I dropped Mike and Tré off as fast as I could. When we got home we both put or stuff up and went into the living room, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it Billie, just sit down."
"Okay." I said back.
"Hello... Oh okay... Yeah you can drop them off then.. Until next week?.. Okay.. Bye Adie." Thats all I heard.
"Adrienne is dropping the kids off in fifteen. They're staying until next Saturday because she is going on a cruise with Andrew.." She said to me. Oh yeah, did I mention Adie is married already? Well she is.
"Okay, thank ya baby." I said to her and smiled.
Twenty minutes later two hyper kids burst through the door and start to jump on Tori. It was funny. I don't know, I think they might love her, as a mom. Me and Adrienne divorced because we didn't get along or love each other any more, so it was a mutual thing to get divorced. But as soon as I get full custody of the kids, everything will be fine.
They hate that Andrew guy. He is always up their asses to do something. I hate that guy.
After TRL we all went back to the hotel. Me and Tori went to our suit and Mike and dipshit went back to theirs. I walked into the bathroom and put a towel, a shirt, and some boxers on the counter. I started the shower and jumped in. I got out and got dressed. I don't even know why I put the shirt there because I wasn't going to use it so I just threw it on the bed. I went into the 'Living Room' and Tori was sitting on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. God I LOVE it when she smiles.
We have been together for a year, and I still hadn't told her how I felt. I love her! But when it seems like the right time to say it... I just can't. I open my mouth, but those three simple words just don't wanna come out for some reason. I don't know.. Maybe I am scared of what she'll think, or say, or do. I want her to know how I feel...
I sit next to her on the couch. She smiles one of her heart stopping smiles. She turns off the TV and curls up next to me and put her head on my chest. I put my arm around her. I have to say it NOW!
"Tori?" I ask.
"Hmm?" She replies.
"I... I.."
"You what?" she asks, looking very worried.
"I need to tell you that.."
"Tell me what?"
"I... I.. Tori... I love you." YES! IT FINALLY CAME OUT! Uh-oh.. What will she say?
She looks up at me and smiles. YES! Thats a good sign!
"I love you, too Billie." She says still with that killer smile on her face. YES! YES! I have a party in my mind. My heart is going wild! I look at her and grin.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes, really really." She says. Finally I know how she feels. My cell phone rings, my both of us jump. I apologized and looked for it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Is this Mr. Armfinklewinklepoo?" Right away I knew it was Tré.
"Tré knock it off, and go to sleeeep!"
"AWW! How did you know it was me?"
"I'm not THAT stupid Tré!" And with that I hung up.
After this little bit with Tré, I was getting tired.
"Hey, babe? Are you tired?" I asked Tori.
"Uh.. Yeah. Just a little. Don't we leave tomorrow?"
"Yeah. So we should try and get some sleep. Do you want to come to bed?"
"Okay... If that is what you want.. I GUESS I will come."
"What do you mean I guess?"
"I mean I Guess I will go to bed with a ugly, stinky, guy."
"WHAT?! ME? Ugly? Oh no you didn't" I said while snapping my fingers.
"Whateva homie skillet biscut."
"Huh?"
"Exactly."
We went into the room and she got ready for bed as I layed down. She climbed into bed and I scooted as close as possible to her, and put both of my arms around her waist.
"I love you." I whispered in her ear.
"I love you, too." She said back.
God was it good to know how she felt. I thought I might die if I didn't.
*Tori's P. O. V
Oh my. I am soooo glad I know how he feels! Also I am glad he knows how I feel. I woke up in his arms and I stretched trying not to wake him up. I heard him mumble something in his sleep about elephants and I started to laugh. He woke up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes looked at me and said, "Good morning my love." GOSH! That almost made me die.
"As to you." I said back with a huge smile.
"When are we leaving?" I asked him.
"Uhmm," he stopped to look at the clock, "Oh shit. In an hour."
"REALLY?!" I asked excited, but shocked.
"Yeah. So lets get up and get ready."
"Okay."
Billie Joe got up and went in to the lounge, but popped his head in the room to say "I love you, babe." "I love you, too... But more." I said back. He smiled and went back to what he was doing.
I put on a Green Day shirt, black Dickies (pants), on of Billie's hoodies, and some eyeliner. I felt someone put their hand around my waist.
"You look B-E-A- UTIFUL!" Billie whispered in my ear. "Thanks, you look pertyful yourself Mr. Armstrong." I said while turning around to face him.
"Oh like meh gawd! Thaaaank yooou! My Diet is finally working!" he said in a girlish voice, that made me giggle.
*
We finally got on the plane and everything was going as usual, Tré was being dumb and Billie Joe was trying to comfort me.
"OW! Tré! STOP!" He threw a paper at me and it hit me. I opened it up and it said 'Yo Momma is fat! Hahah' This went on and on and on, till Billie Joe turned around and beat him shitless until he finally said "I surrender!".
We got to the airport, and got our suit cases.
"My bologna has a first name it's O-S-C-A-R, my bologna has a seco- OW! BILLIE IS BEING MEAN! TORI COME AND HANDLE YOUR MAAAN!" Tré yelled across the airport.
"Well, well, well, Tré if you learned how to keep your mouth SHUT, you wouldn't have that problem, now would you?" I asked in a motherish kinda tone.
"Yes ma'am mommy." Tré said.
"Get in the damn car Tré and shut up." Mike yelled at, well you know.
"FINE!" Tré said. We all got in the car, Mike and dipshit in back, and me and Billie in front, he was driving. While we driving, Nice Guys Finish Last came on and I was singing along. Billie hated it. He looked at me and smiled.
"What do you think your doing?" Billie asked me.
"Singing. What does it look like?" I replied.
"Well don't, that song sucks."
"No it doesn't."
"Okay..."
*
*Billie's P. O. V
FINALLY! We are home! I get to be alone with my most favorite person in the world, Tori. I dropped Mike and Tré off as fast as I could. When we got home we both put or stuff up and went into the living room, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it Billie, just sit down."
"Okay." I said back.
"Hello... Oh okay... Yeah you can drop them off then.. Until next week?.. Okay.. Bye Adie." Thats all I heard.
"Adrienne is dropping the kids off in fifteen. They're staying until next Saturday because she is going on a cruise with Andrew.." She said to me. Oh yeah, did I mention Adie is married already? Well she is.
"Okay, thank ya baby." I said to her and smiled.
Twenty minutes later two hyper kids burst through the door and start to jump on Tori. It was funny. I don't know, I think they might love her, as a mom. Me and Adrienne divorced because we didn't get along or love each other any more, so it was a mutual thing to get divorced. But as soon as I get full custody of the kids, everything will be fine.
They hate that Andrew guy. He is always up their asses to do something. I hate that guy.
