"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 14
All of us are now 34. Billie Joe and I never got back together or worked things out. Billie Joe and Breanna split up and he met another woman named Adrienne. They have two kids and have been married 12 years. Mike got married and divorced, with a little girl named Estelle. Tré got married and divorced twice, having a small boy and girl, Frankito and Ramona. Cletus, whom turned out to be Ryan Scott Wright, is still visited by Tré and he and Melissa are on good terms. Melissa decided to give Ryan his father's last name. I got married to Ethan and we had three kids; one boy and two twin boys. My sons include Trevor, Jay, and Jakob. Trevor passed away about 2 years ago, Jay and Jakob are fine.
I still work at the local record shop and go to concerts, and soon may become a music magazine journalist. Green Day, as you know, became huge as they grew up, and Tré never forgot me. He emails me every few months and on very rare occasion, he calls me. I live with my husband and kids in Berkeley, Cali. I haven't spoken to my parents in years. I wish I could speak to my dad, he was awesome, but my mom just drove me away. Mia and I are still very close friends, I've also met two other people. Their names are Larissa and Candi. These three are my best friends and stick with me through everything. They're practically my sisters!!!
Today, Ethan and I decided to bring the boys and go to the beach. We had everything packed up; sunscreen, cooler, towels, and some other shit. We left in my black Excursion and drove over to the beach.
"You guys ready to go to the beach?"
"Yeah, Daddy!" Jay and Jakob said in unison.
"Alright!!! We're gonna have some fun...play in the sand...go swimming. Other stuff," Ethan said.
"And you know what I do when your hair gets wet..." I grinned at them evilly. They instantly smiled.
"Yay! FAUX-HAWKS!" said Jay. Jakob just thought he was plain weird.
"Cool! Where did you learn to do that mommy?" Jakob asked. I told them I'd teach them sometime.
"Uh...my friend told me...you'll meet him someday." I hoped that my five-year-olds wouldn't become horny little perverts when they met Tré. He emailed me a few months ago and told me how to make faux-hawks like he did. I did it with the auburn-red hair on my boys' heads, and they loved it. The twins ended up with my red hair, green eyes, and most of my face, and they were a mix with their father's unusually-shaped eyes and some of his face. They were adorable. And, they loved faux-hawks.
Their name origins were NOT on account of Billie Joe's children. I haven't even known how his marital status was for years, I just found out a few days ago. By coincidence my kids are named Jason Jay Danger Harper and Jakob Ethan Harper. Just wanted to clear that.
Ethan was just like a little kid.
"Are we dere yet?" he asked like a little kid. I laughed.
"Yeah, almost hun."
Finally, we reached the beach, went out, stuck the umbrella in the sand, laid out the towels, and lathered up in lotion. I put those little float arm thingies on Jay's arms and Ethan to Jakob. When they were on, We all went in the water to swim.
"Boys, one thing to remember," I said.
"What mom?" they asked back in unison. They really were close.
"Don't swallow the water. You can get sick," I told them.
"OK."
And they went into the water, staying in clear view like we told them to. I went over to Ethan and wrapped my arms around his middle and reached my arms around his neck. He looked up at me and smiled.
"We reproduce adorably., he said. Wow. First time I heard him say big words.
"Damn! What's with the big words? You're right, by the way."
"I like big words," he said, smiling and giggling.
About 20 minutes later we all got out and sat under the umbrella, eating lunch. After we finished...
"Faux-hawk time, boys," I said, rubbing my hands together. Jay came and sat in front of me with his back to me, ready for his hairdressing.
"Alright," I said, while using Tré's technique. It was really easy when the boys had their hair wet.
When I was finished we were all sitting in the shade, just cooling off and talking. A boy with jet black hair sped by, following him a smaller, chubbier, boy was chasing him. After that, a man who looked about my age tore past, also with jet black hair. He was obviously chasing the two boys, his kids probably. A few minutes later, they walked past once more, this time panting. The man looked over to say Hi and then noticed me. Something about his eyes just caught me...
"Nikki?"
I then realized who it was. I glared at him. Ethan knew the past of the whole situation. He just stared blankly, and for this I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want to be caught up in a situation I wasn't part of, and defenitely wouldn't put someone in that place either. I just let Ethan be silent when it came to stuff like this, and never got angry at him.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Please, let's just sort things out-"
"They have been."
"Please Nikki!"
"NO," I said fiercely.
You see, I am one woman who knows how to hold a grudge. I can hold a VERY long one, if I may say so. Billie Joe just picked a fight a fight with a champion grudge-holder. Tré's famous quote; "BIG mistake."
"Mommy can I talk to him?" I love Jay. He knows just when to do his thing...you'll see what I mean.
I picked him up and put him piggyback style, his legs around my neck. I walked right up to Billie Joe, where Jay could reach him.
"You suck eggs." And he slammed his fist on top of Billie Joe's head, hard enough to have a headache for an hour. I love my little Jay. He got my muscle, grudge skills, and defenitely attitude. Billie Joe grabbed his head and grimaced in pain.
"Oww!!! Mother fucker!!!"
I laughed. I remembered when I taught Jay to say 'You suck eggs' instead of 'You suck dick' because he had accidentally read one of Tré's emails. I let him down off my shoulders and he giggled and trudged off to his brother. I smiled, stifling the massive gulps of laughter, and looked back to Billie Joe. His hand was still on his head where Jay had "nutcrackered" him, as my son and I called it.
"Why the fuck did he do that?!"
"Why the fuck did he do that?" I laughed, "because he's heard of our little adventure together. He and Jakob don't take well to people who piss me off or make me feel like shit. That's why the fuck he did that." I said, still smiling, but also looking triumphant. People began to stare, because of our language, but I didn't care. Then, and old woman I recognized so dearly, Ollie Armstrong stepped up.
"Why hello there! I haven't seen you in years!" she said, smiling, and hugging me. She looked back at her son and held a little 'fed up' type face.
"What is wrong with you? You're so...moody all of a sudden. You have such a short temper lately." she said, still being sweet. She had never taken so kindly to parents who scared their kids when they talked to them about problems or moods or something. Remind you of someone?
"Nothing about lately. Her kid just punched me!!" he said, defending himself. How pathetic.
"Oh dear, it's a small child, is it not? Don't be such a fool," she said, ruffling his hair and ruling him ridiculous.
"So. You've got kids," she smiled to me. Ollie is such a sweetheart!!
"I'm gonna go find Tré. He'll want to see you," Billie Joe said.
"Sureness," I said, and he then walked off.
"So, Ollie, this is Jason Jay Danger Harper, and that's Jakob Ethan Harper," I said, gesturing to each of the twins. She hugged them, kissed their foreheads, told them who she was, and played around with them while we talked. She also said she love the faux-hawks.
A few minutes later, I saw Tré and visited with him a few minutes, and when he saw the boys' hair...he was ecstatic.
"YOU USED MY TECHNIQUE! IT LOOKS SO FUCKING COOLIO!" he exclaimed, poking Jakob's.
I grinned at him and told him how I did it regularly, and the boys were glad to finally meet the founder of their favourite hairstyle. We stayed until sunset and we left after that, Tré planned to come over tomorrow for a little on his way to Melissa's, and he also agreed to bring me with him. He told me what Ryan looked like and everything and I agreed to bring Jakob and Jay with me, to surprise her.
Wow. Today went amazingly smooth, and fast. I can't wait until tomorrow.
It's going to be amazing. Wish me luck.
I still work at the local record shop and go to concerts, and soon may become a music magazine journalist. Green Day, as you know, became huge as they grew up, and Tré never forgot me. He emails me every few months and on very rare occasion, he calls me. I live with my husband and kids in Berkeley, Cali. I haven't spoken to my parents in years. I wish I could speak to my dad, he was awesome, but my mom just drove me away. Mia and I are still very close friends, I've also met two other people. Their names are Larissa and Candi. These three are my best friends and stick with me through everything. They're practically my sisters!!!
Today, Ethan and I decided to bring the boys and go to the beach. We had everything packed up; sunscreen, cooler, towels, and some other shit. We left in my black Excursion and drove over to the beach.
"You guys ready to go to the beach?"
"Yeah, Daddy!" Jay and Jakob said in unison.
"Alright!!! We're gonna have some fun...play in the sand...go swimming. Other stuff," Ethan said.
"And you know what I do when your hair gets wet..." I grinned at them evilly. They instantly smiled.
"Yay! FAUX-HAWKS!" said Jay. Jakob just thought he was plain weird.
"Cool! Where did you learn to do that mommy?" Jakob asked. I told them I'd teach them sometime.
"Uh...my friend told me...you'll meet him someday." I hoped that my five-year-olds wouldn't become horny little perverts when they met Tré. He emailed me a few months ago and told me how to make faux-hawks like he did. I did it with the auburn-red hair on my boys' heads, and they loved it. The twins ended up with my red hair, green eyes, and most of my face, and they were a mix with their father's unusually-shaped eyes and some of his face. They were adorable. And, they loved faux-hawks.
Their name origins were NOT on account of Billie Joe's children. I haven't even known how his marital status was for years, I just found out a few days ago. By coincidence my kids are named Jason Jay Danger Harper and Jakob Ethan Harper. Just wanted to clear that.
Ethan was just like a little kid.
"Are we dere yet?" he asked like a little kid. I laughed.
"Yeah, almost hun."
Finally, we reached the beach, went out, stuck the umbrella in the sand, laid out the towels, and lathered up in lotion. I put those little float arm thingies on Jay's arms and Ethan to Jakob. When they were on, We all went in the water to swim.
"Boys, one thing to remember," I said.
"What mom?" they asked back in unison. They really were close.
"Don't swallow the water. You can get sick," I told them.
"OK."
And they went into the water, staying in clear view like we told them to. I went over to Ethan and wrapped my arms around his middle and reached my arms around his neck. He looked up at me and smiled.
"We reproduce adorably., he said. Wow. First time I heard him say big words.
"Damn! What's with the big words? You're right, by the way."
"I like big words," he said, smiling and giggling.
About 20 minutes later we all got out and sat under the umbrella, eating lunch. After we finished...
"Faux-hawk time, boys," I said, rubbing my hands together. Jay came and sat in front of me with his back to me, ready for his hairdressing.
"Alright," I said, while using Tré's technique. It was really easy when the boys had their hair wet.
When I was finished we were all sitting in the shade, just cooling off and talking. A boy with jet black hair sped by, following him a smaller, chubbier, boy was chasing him. After that, a man who looked about my age tore past, also with jet black hair. He was obviously chasing the two boys, his kids probably. A few minutes later, they walked past once more, this time panting. The man looked over to say Hi and then noticed me. Something about his eyes just caught me...
"Nikki?"
I then realized who it was. I glared at him. Ethan knew the past of the whole situation. He just stared blankly, and for this I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want to be caught up in a situation I wasn't part of, and defenitely wouldn't put someone in that place either. I just let Ethan be silent when it came to stuff like this, and never got angry at him.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Please, let's just sort things out-"
"They have been."
"Please Nikki!"
"NO," I said fiercely.
You see, I am one woman who knows how to hold a grudge. I can hold a VERY long one, if I may say so. Billie Joe just picked a fight a fight with a champion grudge-holder. Tré's famous quote; "BIG mistake."
"Mommy can I talk to him?" I love Jay. He knows just when to do his thing...you'll see what I mean.
I picked him up and put him piggyback style, his legs around my neck. I walked right up to Billie Joe, where Jay could reach him.
"You suck eggs." And he slammed his fist on top of Billie Joe's head, hard enough to have a headache for an hour. I love my little Jay. He got my muscle, grudge skills, and defenitely attitude. Billie Joe grabbed his head and grimaced in pain.
"Oww!!! Mother fucker!!!"
I laughed. I remembered when I taught Jay to say 'You suck eggs' instead of 'You suck dick' because he had accidentally read one of Tré's emails. I let him down off my shoulders and he giggled and trudged off to his brother. I smiled, stifling the massive gulps of laughter, and looked back to Billie Joe. His hand was still on his head where Jay had "nutcrackered" him, as my son and I called it.
"Why the fuck did he do that?!"
"Why the fuck did he do that?" I laughed, "because he's heard of our little adventure together. He and Jakob don't take well to people who piss me off or make me feel like shit. That's why the fuck he did that." I said, still smiling, but also looking triumphant. People began to stare, because of our language, but I didn't care. Then, and old woman I recognized so dearly, Ollie Armstrong stepped up.
"Why hello there! I haven't seen you in years!" she said, smiling, and hugging me. She looked back at her son and held a little 'fed up' type face.
"What is wrong with you? You're so...moody all of a sudden. You have such a short temper lately." she said, still being sweet. She had never taken so kindly to parents who scared their kids when they talked to them about problems or moods or something. Remind you of someone?
"Nothing about lately. Her kid just punched me!!" he said, defending himself. How pathetic.
"Oh dear, it's a small child, is it not? Don't be such a fool," she said, ruffling his hair and ruling him ridiculous.
"So. You've got kids," she smiled to me. Ollie is such a sweetheart!!
"I'm gonna go find Tré. He'll want to see you," Billie Joe said.
"Sureness," I said, and he then walked off.
"So, Ollie, this is Jason Jay Danger Harper, and that's Jakob Ethan Harper," I said, gesturing to each of the twins. She hugged them, kissed their foreheads, told them who she was, and played around with them while we talked. She also said she love the faux-hawks.
A few minutes later, I saw Tré and visited with him a few minutes, and when he saw the boys' hair...he was ecstatic.
"YOU USED MY TECHNIQUE! IT LOOKS SO FUCKING COOLIO!" he exclaimed, poking Jakob's.
I grinned at him and told him how I did it regularly, and the boys were glad to finally meet the founder of their favourite hairstyle. We stayed until sunset and we left after that, Tré planned to come over tomorrow for a little on his way to Melissa's, and he also agreed to bring me with him. He told me what Ryan looked like and everything and I agreed to bring Jakob and Jay with me, to surprise her.
Wow. Today went amazingly smooth, and fast. I can't wait until tomorrow.
It's going to be amazing. Wish me luck.
