So Go Ahead and Kill Yourself! It All Amuses Me, chapter 5

"Well, you see the thing is... " Tom and Andy were sitting in chairs looking confused and curious whereas Tanisha was staring at me with anger and hostility. Uncle Tre and Mike were standing in the centre of the room looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, what is the thing? Are you going to tell us or are you gonna keep it to yourself like a selfish little bitch" she raged with a edge of betrayal in her voice

I know I deserved that, but it didn't hurt any less. Obviously Tre didn't think I deserved it because he stood forward angrily "Oi! You can't say that"

I blinked and glanced quickly at Mike, people would say that we were telepathic; we could almost talk to each other with our eyes. He seemed to have understood because he placed his hand on Tre's arm silently telling him to calm down.

"No Mike! I won't calm down! No one talks to my Bugaboo like that!" The tension in the room seemed to break with Andy's giggle. Tom also snorted into his hand and scoffed "Bugaboo?"

I saw Tanisha's look of annoyance "It's not a laughing matter Tom" I whisper.

Mike looked at me with surprise showing on his features "Not a laughing matter? What happened to the young woman I know that's always up for a giggle and a joke?"

I roll my eyes and grin "It's not for my benefit" I say as I discreetly shift my eyes toward Tanisha, he nodded in understanding. "Are you going to tell us or what?" I nodded to myself

"Yeah, well you see Tre and Mike are... well, they're like my uncles"

"Uncles?" Tom questioned "Yeah! They're really close with my father" I was trying to avoid the subject of mentioning who my dad was. "And who is your father? I've only ever heard you talk about Leo"

I exchanged glances with my uncles, It was time "My dad is... well... Billie Joe Armstrong" I heard numerous gasps in the room. To tell you the truth it felt great to get this burden off of my chest.

I could hear Tom whistle under his breath. Tanisha was just silent, trying to process this new piece of information. Andy stood from his seat and placed himself in front of me. I watched him study my face "Wow. How could I not notice this? You look just like him"

"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment" He held my face between his hands and then removed them "You should and don't worry, I forgive you. I think I understand"

Out of nowhere Tanisha stood and walked slowly to me. I couldn't tell what my best friend was thinking, that was totally different. She sighed and slapped me right across my face. Oh fuck that stung. Tre and Mike were staring wide eyed looking quite angry.

"How could you not tell me? How can you be so selfish? How could you not trust your own friends?" she raged almost screaming. That way she was acting was totally out of character even for her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Tanisha? Your acting like a fucking a chav, a poser, a teenie and a prep all rolled into one" I heard her huff not so quietly, but I continued talking "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be my friend because I was related to Green Day"

"I would never do that to you?" she replied indignantly "How do I know that? How could you know that? I didn't know you when we met. I didn't know who you were. I didn't know what you were like. How can you trust someone you don't know? I couldn't so I lied"

I looked into her eyes I could tell that she was starting to see the situation through my eyes "You could have told us later" but no she kept arguing.

"No I couldn't. Cause you'd react the way you are now. But if you want to know the truth I was scared"

"How could you be scared of me? I'm your best friend" she asked me sounding slightly hurt.

"That's just it! I was scared cause you're my best friend and I didn't want to loose you or hurt you"

Tom and Andy were standing back watching the scene we had created. I glanced at them and they both nodded that's all I needed from them to know that they understood and that I was forgiven.

Uncle Tre was lounging on the sofa/couch with his hands behind his head in hammock position. Uncle Mike was standing right behind me lending me his emotional and physical support, which I was so happy for.

"You're my best friend too and I could never stay mad at you. I'm sorry I yelled at you and slapped you. Can you forgive me?" she replied sheepishly.

I closed my eyes pretending to think "Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry I never told you about my family fully. Can you forgive me?"

She nodded and I pulled her into a hug. Out of nowhere Uncle Tre shouted "Group hug!" he pulled Mike, Tom and Andy into the hug and he almost squished us 2 small bodies in the centre.

Uncle Mike was the first one to pull and we all separated. Uncle Tre spoke out "Well, I say we didn't get off to the best start so let's reintroduce ourselves. I am Tre Cool" He held out his hand for them all to shake.

Tom took a hold first and nodded "I'm Tom"; Andy did the same except with a "Andy". Tanisha went to shake Tre's hand but he grabbed hers first and placed a soft and gentle kiss on her knuckles.

She blushed the deepest shade of red I'd ever seen, and giggled out her name "I'm Tanisha" My uncle winked and spoke softly "The pleasure is all mine"

They turned around to find me laying on the sofa/couch with my legs and thighs draped over Mike. "Well aren't you two cosy!" Uncle Tre teased "Yep, I'm Mike by the way. I'd shake your hands but I'm a little weighed down at the moment"

I slapped his thigh gently "Hey, that's not nice. I'm not heavy" I almost whimpered he chuckled and lifted me up and onto his lap "No! You're as light as a feather, so are you going to introduce yourselves?"

He spoke the last part of his sentence directed at my friends. They told him they're names and we noticed it was late so everyone decided to stay the night. I gave all the spare rooms to Andy, Tom and Tanisha.

There was one room left and Tre claimed it with by running down the hall and flinging himself onto the bed and hiding under the covers.

I sighed and turned to Mike "There's no more room so you can take my room and I'll take the couch" he shook his head "No! It's your house so I'll take the couch"

I growled softly, why he always had to argue with me, I don't know "Yeah! And you're the guest here so I'll take the couch"

He was getting angry "Why are you being so Stubborn Natasha?!"

"I'm not being stubborn! Your being a shovanistic PIG! Just let me take the couch!" his eyes were glinting in the barely lit room

"I'm not a pig and you're not taking the couch I am!"

I was angry now "No I'm not! You are!"

"NO! YOU'RE NOT! I... ." He broke off his sentence as Andy walked into the room looking slightly confused with us hair all ruffled

"Hey why are you two fighting?" he asked gently.

In response I just smiled up at him "we're arguing over who should take the couch"

Andy nodded his understanding and yawned, but Mike seemed to be in a bit of a spiteful mood. "Shouldn't you be in bed little Andy" he spoke in a quiet patronising voice. Before Andy could attack Mike back with words, I cut in intent on stopping something breaking out again.

"I'm sorry we woke you Andy. Go back to bed. We'll see you in the morning" he glanced at Mike with slight suspicion. Mike didn't even notice, but if he did he didn't acknowledge it.

He walked over to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek "Don't stay up to late. I'll see you in the morning" I swear Mike's eyes were going to burn a hole in Andy's head.

"Okay, sweet dreams" Andy walked out of the hall and into the room he was using "See you in the morning Mike" he called out before Mike could even reply.

"Well Tasha, I guess we should go talk shouldn't we?" I avoided his eyes, huffed and turning on my heel to walk away from him. As soon as he realised I was gone, he rushed after me.

He was right at my heels asking me questions all the way down the swirling staircase "What's wrong Tasha?"

I kept walking at the same pace if not a little bit faster all I replied with was "I'm not talking to you"

I reached the bottom; he was still at my feet "Why aren't you talking to me?" I turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped when I realised I had no where else to go.

I settled for busying myself by writing a note to my mum to let her know that we were up late and that Mike and Tre were here.

But Mike was being difficult and stubborn again "Why aren't you talking to me? What have I done?" he was being so insistent that I snapped. I think I startled him when I spun round, pointed my finger at him and began speaking quite heatedly but I didn't care.

Something inside me had exploded. "Firstly, you have been hiding things from me for months. You didn't even tell me you were coming here"

He opened his mouth and interrupted me "I was gonna surprise you and plus my girlfriend broke up with me and I couldn't tell you because you never liked her cause you thought she was a slut and you were right... What about Tre he... "

I didn't want to hear it so I cut him off "Secondly, you refuse to let me be nice to you by taking the couch" He looked appalled "Is this what this is about? Me not letting you take the couch. That's a bit pathetic isn't it Tasha"

My voice was getting louder, but we were too far away to be heard. I kept walking towards him angrily, but he kept stepping away, even though I was smaller than him and couldn't do much damage.

"Thirdly you were being deliberately rude to one of my best friends! Your lucky I'm still talking to you" Mike scoffed at my reasoning.

He looked at the ceiling and started talking as if he was speaking to someone else "Oh that's it! She's upset because I insulted her 'boyfriend'" His eyes flicked back towards me "It all comes out now!" He seemed to have regained some fight inside him.

"I rounded on him again "I can't believe you just said that! And he's not my boyfriend! He's one of my best friends" Mike scoffed at me again and rolled his eyes.

"It's obvious Tasha! That boy is positively in love with you! Don't you lie to me" He sounded slightly desperate, for me to tell him the truth. "That hurts Mike! How can you not trust me?"

His eyes were bright, the brightest blue that they've ever been "When you two are in love and you can't even admit it to me" my eyes were filling up with unshed tears, but him trying to tell me how I feel made me so mad.

"No! He may love me. But I don't love him that way. I could never love him like that, he's like a brother to me" The anger inside me seemed to be dying "I don't want to fight with you Mike" I heard him sigh.

"I don't want to fight either, I'm sorry that I almost made you cry" he replied. For once I was glad that I didn't need to apologise back. I began to smile but stopped "But... ... I need you to promise not to do anything stupid"

I let out a mini scream of frustration "Here you go starting it up again" I kept walking closer to him until we were almost touching. I could almost feel rage pumping through my veins "You have no right to tell me what to do! You are not my father! So don't try"

His eyes were shining but I had no idea what with, he almost looked scared, I can't imagine why. He began to speak softly "I'm not trying to be your father"

I could feel his hot breath on my face and it made my knees feel weak, why was Mike affecting me like this. "Why?" he chuckled at my question. "Because I don't want to be your father"

I looked into his questioning blue eyes and he looked into my green ones. He grinned slightly almost blowing me away. I took a big gulp and asked the next question I wanted to "Why?" Is all I can manage.

Mike seemed unsure whether to answer my question. "Because... ... B-B-Because... " Mike never stutters, what's wrong with him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes "Because If I was your father, I wouldn't be able to do this"

He stopped there and opened his eyes to meet my confused ones. "What are you tal... " I never got to finish what I was going to say because his warm and moist lips crashed down onto mine. I moaned at the sudden contact.

He ran his tongue along my lips begging for entrance. I hesitantly parted them allowing him inside. Our tongues danced with each other in a samba.

He tasted like cinnamon. The things his mouth was doing made my toes curl and my hair stand on end. Why was he affecting me like this? At this point I didn't care. He groaned into my mouth and broke away, I whimpered at the loss of contact.

He pulled away from my body muttering something about doing stupid things. He turned to me with sad and apologetic eyes. I didn't want to look at them, he made me feel so much in that one kiss and I need more of him.

He made my heart beat faster with just the simple pressure of his lips on mine. What was happening to me? I can't be falling in love with a man who's like my uncle, can I? Right now I didn't care.

I took the couple of steps that separated us and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He gasped and I slipped my tongue into his mouth again, he groaned and wound an arm around my waist as the other found its way into my hair.

I ran my tongue along his teeth and rubbed up against him letting out excited moans and groans to show him my enjoyment, this snapped him out of it. He pulled away again but didn't move from his position. "This is wrong it shouldn't happen" he breathed before going back for another kiss.

I moaned as he pulled away "You started it" I whispered he chuckled and kissed me again. "You can't tell me you don't want this, I can feel it" He grins as I rub against him again.

I move in again and he gladly accepts. He's making me feel so much. You'd think that it would be weird kissing a man you've known your whole life, but It's not, It feels like we're mean to be together.

My hands are now running through his short brown silky hair. He moans appreciably of my gesture. He pulls away from my kiss and begins nibbling and sucking at the column of my neck. "You taste like strawberries. I like strawberries"

We begin backing up until my back hits the island in the centre of the kitchen. He moves his arm across the surface of the counter knocking the contents off onto the floor, like in those cheesy movies. I can hear the objects breaking but I don't care anymore.

He lifts me up and places me on the edge gently; I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me. I was so focused on the feel of his body against mine that I never really acknowledged our combined hands fumbling for his belt buckle.

We made love up against the kitchen counter and twice again upon my bed, moaning each others names and promises of love, not caring for the consequences of our actions or the thoughts of others, there was just us and that's the way we like it.

There is one thing to be said through. I guess both of us were wrong. Neither of us would be sleeping on the couch tonight.