Estelle, chapter 2
Ramona
My name is Ramona Wright. My parents' names are Lisea Lyons and Frank Edwin Wright III. But of course, everybody knows my dad as Tré Cool, or the crazy-ass drummer in Green Day.
I'm Tré's first child; he married my mom in March of 1995, but I had already been born in January. I'm not exactly sure why they married in the first place. Maybe its because they thought it was wrong to have a kid and not be married, so they felt obligated to. For some reason I feel like my birth may have been a mistake. But then they just divorced soon after they married anyway. Go figure.
I have a little half brother. His name is Frankito and he's ten years old. He goes back in forth from my dad to Claudia, his other ex-wife. They both live in Oakland.
I, on the other hand, live in New York. I live with my mom and her husband, or my stepfather. But I'd rather not be associated with him at all. I really don't like him.
I love New York and all, but it sucks sometimes being so far away from my dad and my brother. Not to mention Billie Joe and Mike's families, who I'm friends with but don't get to see that often. I'm the same age as Joey Armstrong, Billie's son, two years older than Estelle, Mike's daughter, and four years older than Billie's other son, Jakob.
I love it when I get to see them all. We always have so much fun together. I instant message Joey, Estelle, Jakob, and Frankito sometimes on the computer, but in the last couple of months we haven't been talking as much. I'm not sure why.
The last time I visited them was in January. Since then my dad has visited us several times.
Green Day released an album about four weeks ago called Camorra. It's a really awesome album. I'm just sad I haven't been able to really talk about it with my dad.
However, yesterday something amazing happened.
*Flashback to Yesterday*
I was in my room listening to 'Fight For Your Right to Party' by the Beastie Boys. I was totally rocking out and singing along when I heard a knock on my door.
I ran over to my stereo and switched off the music. Then I ran over to the door and opened it. My mom was standing in the doorway with something in her hand.
"Hey mom," I said. "What's up?"
"There's something here for you. It's from your dad," she said.
"Oh, cool!" I said as I snatched it from her hand. "Thanks mom," I said as I started to close the door.
"No problem, honey," she said. "Oh, and Rob wants you to turn the music down. He's trying to work."
I rolled my eyes. "He's always working," I said through clenched teeth.
"What?" My mom said, annoyed.
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"It better be nothing," she said as she walked away.
I wanted to slam the door, but I thought better of it. I closed the door and went over to my bed to open the letter. I was surprised my mother hadn't already opened it. She is always in my business. It really annoys me.
I stated to open the envelope and saw that there was more than one article of paper inside. I picked out the one that looked like a letter first.
Dear Ramona,
Hey Sweetie! I hope things are good over there. Things have been pretty hectic here. In the midst of all the confusion, I started thinking to myself, "This would be so much easier if Ramona were here." Then I thought, "Wait, why not?" So, since you are getting out of school this week, and if you are free this summer, I thought, "Ramona should spend the summer with me!" If you want, you can leave this Saturday and come back home right before school starts again. If she wants, your mom can visit you while you're here. The plane tickets are enclosed. I love you!
Love, Dad
Oh my God! My dad wants me to spend the summer with him! I read the letter over again and again, making sure I had read it correctly. I started jumping up and down, hugging the letter to my chest. I was so excited that I stood up on the bed and started jumping on it.
Suddenly something occurred to me. I stopped jumping and sat down on the edge of the bed.
'What if my mom doesn't let me go?' I thought. I knew that if Rob, my step dad, could convince her to not let me go, she would definitely say no. I thought if I could convince her first, he wouldn't have a chance.
I found my mom the kitchen making dinner. I didn't see Rob around anywhere, so I thought, 'Now's my chance.'
"Hey mom," I said casually.
She looked up from her cooking. "Hey sweetie," she said. "What did your dad say?"
"He just said he hoped everything was good here and that things are pretty hectic over there," I said.
"Is that all?" she asked.
I sighed. "And he wants me to live with him for the summer," I blurted.
My mom looked up at me. "He what?" she said, shocked.
"He wants me to leave this Saturday and come back right before school starts. He said that you can visit me while I'm there." I paused. "And I want to go," I added.
My mom just stared at me. "This is how your dad is," she said, shaking her head. "He just comes up with the crazy ideas on the spur of the moment and just expects everyone to go along with it." She looked back at the food she was preparing and began to concentrate on it again. "I think it's a bad idea."
"But mom," I pleaded "I'm sixteen. I'm old enough to make decisions on my own."
"Do NOT use that attitude with me young lady. You speak like that to me again and you will never leave this house again," she said angrily.
"Mom," I said, "Will you please just talk it over with him?"
My mom sighed. "Fine," she said. "But I'm not promising anything."
I let out my breath, which I had been holding. "Thanks, mom," I said.
***
That night I listened at my mom's door to see if she had called my dad yet. Sure enough, within a few minutes I heard her dial a number into the telephone.
"Hi, its me."
"Yeah, she just got it."
"I don't know, Tré, it's just so sudden."
"I know, but I was hoping I could spend the summer with her. It's just such a long time."
"Yeah, but... "
"How can I visit her? I have to work."
"I know, Tré, but I don't know if I want her to be exposed to all of that."
"What do you mean all of what? The fame, the stalkers, the interviews... there's so much."
"How can I trust you? I stopped trusting you a long time ago."
"Fine. But only three months. And I expect her to call every week."
"Take care of her."
"Ok, bye."
YES! I ran excitedly to my room. I knew my mom would probably come in to tell me the news, so I slipped into bed and turned off the light.
A few minutes later my mom came into my room.
"Ramona?" she whispered. "You awake?"
"Yeah," I whispered back.
She stepped into my room. "I just got off the phone with your dad," she said. "I was very hesitant, but I decided to let you go."
Although I already knew, I decided to act like I didn't anyway. I jumped out of bed and hugged my mom.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I said.
"Your welcome, honey," she said. "But you have to promise to call every week, ok?"
"I promise," I said as I pulled away from her.
"And I need you to be careful. I know you love your dad, but he can be a little immature sometimes. Just make sure he doesn't get you into any trouble."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok mom, I get it. I'll be careful," I said.
"Good," she said. "Now, get to bed. You're not out of school yet, and you need to get some sleep."
I got into bed and pulled up the covers.
"Good night, mom," I said.
"Good night, Ramona."
***
Estelle
It's been four weeks since Camorra was released. It is June first, and school just got out for summer yesterday. Last night Joey, Serena, and I went to a gig that Greg was playing at. Greg was playing for a band who's drummer had to go out of town for a relative's funeral, so he was just filling in for that show.
Greg played really well, and the band was awesome. It was in some guy's backyard, and there were about twenty-five to thirty people there.
It was about nine-thirty and they band seemed to be about halfway through their set. The last song was really good, and Joey, Serena, and I had been at the front banging out heads and moving to the music.
We were all really sweaty when the song ended. "Let's go get something to drink," I said to Joey and Serena. They nodded and we made our way through the people. When we got to the back, we saw the host, James.
He waved to us. "Pretty great show, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Joey. "Our friend is the drummer filling in."
James nodded. "It must be annoying for the band, because the drummer is constantly leaving on short notice. If your friend is lucky, he just might be their permanent drummer."
"That would be awesome," said Serena. "Greg would be really grateful."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Especially since the band is pretty good."
James noticed that we were sweating. "Hey, you guys need something to drink?"
Joey nodded. "That would be great."
A minute later I was surprised to see James come out with four beers in his hands.
"Cheers!" he said as he handed the beers to us, keeping one for himself, and walked away.
I stared at the beer in my hand. I looked at Joey, and he shrugged.
"I've drunk before, Stella, but I know you haven't," he said. "If you don't want it, I can go in and get some water for you and Serena or something."
I thought about it for a second. I had never had alcohol before. I mean, I knew a lot of people drank before they turned twenty-one. It happened all the time. But I'm only fourteen.
I shrugged. "Beer's fine," I said. "What about you, Serena?" I said.
"I will if you will," Serena said, smiling a little.
"Alright then!" said Joey. "To Greg!" he yelled, holding up his bottle.
"To Greg!" Serena and I shouted at the same time.
***
The band had just finished their last song. It was probably around 11:30, but to tell you the truth I can't remember. Joey, Serena and I were cheering and clapping very loudly. Serena and I were both on our second beer and Joey was on his third. I couldn't stand up straight so I had to lean on him for support.
"Greg was sooo good, huh Billie?" I said, stumbling a little. Joey had his arm around my shoulder and was pulling me towards him.
"Billie is my dad. I'm Joey, remember?" Joey slurred.
"Oh yeah!" I said laughing. "But you look just like him. Are you sure you're Joey?" I grabbed his head with my hand and brought it toward me. "You're definitely Billie," I said.
"You guys, stop it," said Serena. "That guy we know is here!"
Greg, who was standing in front of us, raised an eyebrow.
"'That guy's' name is Greg," he said. "Are you guys drunk or what?"
"Noooo, we're not drunk," laughed Serena, grabbing onto Greg's shoulder for support. "You're drunk!" She giggled.
Greg smiled and rolled his eyes. "You guys better be grateful I drove here," he said. "I'm taking you home."
"You were sooo good," slurred Serena. "I love you sooooo much." With that Serena leaned into Greg and kissed him. Although Joey and I were drunk, we could tell what was happening.
Greg pushed her away, smiling. He was kind of blushing. "C'mon, Serena, I don't want you to do anything you might regret later," he said. "Let's go."
Greg somehow managed to herd us into his car. He had a bit of a hard time driving because we were all really loud. Serena kept leaning on him and he kept having to push her off. Joey kept sticking his head out the window and yelling at the top of his lungs, and I laughed really loudly every time.
I guess I leaned my head against Joey, and that's when I passed out.
***
The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor in the living room of my house. I put my hand on my head as I sat up. I had a splitting headache. I was right next to the couch, so I must have rolled off of it as I slept. It was bright, so it must've been around noon.
I searched my memory as to what happened last night. I remember we went to Greg's gig, we danced, we went to get a drink... the beer. My memory started flooding back to me. I distinctly remember taking a beer. Joey, Serena, and I all got drunk, so Greg must've taken us home. Greg... Serena kissed Greg! For some reason that's something that stuck in my mind. And then I must've passed out in Greg's car. I wondered if he had dragged me into the house...
My dad. Oh shit.
I watched as my dad came into the room. He glared at me from the doorway.
"Well, hello Miss I'm-Gonna-Get-Drunk-Stay-Out-Late-And-Not-Tell-My-Dad-Where-I-Am," my dad said sarcastically. "How did you sleep?"
I started to pick myself up off the floor. "My head hurts like a mother," I said.
"Oh, is this better?" my dad yelled at the top of his lungs.
I cringed. "How did I get here?" I asked.
"Well, your poor friend Greg had enough sense not to drink and was nice enough to carry you inside. He told me he was really sorry it was so late and that you had just had too much to drink and passed out," he said angrily. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought something was really wrong, you know? You looked like you were dead!" he yelled. He was really pissed off.
"I know dad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry," I said. Then something occurred to me. "It's not like you never drank when you were my age."
"Don't even go there. I didn't have parents like you do, Stella," he said. "I care about you. Do you understand me?"
I sighed. "Yeah, dad. I understand. I promise it won't happen again."
"You better hope your mom doesn't find out about this," he said. "If she does, she'll take you away from me before you can say "Irresponsible dad." Billie Joe and Adrienne were just as worried about Joey. I mean, I know you guys went to Greg's gig, but you could've at least called. Oh, and Serena's parents called, too. Seems you weren't the only one who can't remember how to use a cell phone."
My dad was still going as I began to climb the stairs. I was relieved when I found my bed. I laid down and within a few minutes was fast asleep.
***
It was about 2:30 pm when I finally woke up. My hangover was gone and I felt much better.
Then I remembered the fight I had with my dad.
I felt that it would be best to avoid him for as long as possible. I got out of bed and changed out of the clothes I was wearing last night. They were dirty and smelled like beer. I threw them on the floor. I changed into a clean pair of jeans and a tank top.
Since I couldn't go downstairs, I decided to check my messages on the computer. I logged into instant messenger and saw that coolramona95, which is Ramona's screen name, was on, too.
Stargirl22: Hey!
Coolramona95: Stella! OMG! I have great news! But before I tell u, I need know. How's everything over in Oaktown?
Stargirl22: Pretty great, 4 the most part. Well, pretty crazy, actually. What about in da Big Apple?
Coolramona95: Okay, but I want 2 B there so badly, especially with the new album out!
Stargirl22: I wish u were here too! It's been what, 5 months since u were last here?
Coolramona95: Yeah, and I only stayed 4, like, a second.
Stargirl22: I know!
Coolramona95: OMG I can't hold it in any longer. This Saturday I'm getting on a plane... .AND COMING TO OAKLAND!!!
Stargirl22: Ramona! I can't believe it! How long are you staying?
Coolramona95: 3 MONTHS! The entire summer!
Stargirl22: You're mom actually let u go? That's amazing!
Coolramona95: I know! My dad just randomly sent me tickets in the mail and said he wanted 2 spend the summer with me. He really had to try hard to convince my mom, though.
Stargirl22: I'm so excited! This summer will be so fun with you here!
Coolramona95: Yah, and I can't wait to see everybody again. How are they, after all?
Stargirl22: Frankito-annoying as ever (but still cute)
Tré-To my knowledge, seems fine
Billie Joe-tired
Adrienne-sweet as ever
My dad-kinda pissed at me
Joey-... ..kinda troubled, but okay
Coolramona95: Why is your dad pissed at you? And what's up with Joey?
Stargirl22: Well, I kinda got drunk for the first time last night, and my friend Greg had to drag me into the house, and it was really late. Oops. As for Joey... he's just felt a lot of pressure with the album being out and stuff. He said that our dads should be obligated to us, not their fans.
Coolramona95: Wow.
Stargirl22: Yeah. But the whole drinking thing will blow over in a couple of weeks, and Joey seemed fine last night.
Coolramona95: So, are you two still best friends?
Stargirl22: Yeah.
Coolramona95: More than best friends?
Stargirl22: Lol, no, no, no, just friends.
Coolramona95: ;)
Stargirl22: Oh, stop it Ramona. ?
Coolramona95: Well, if you say so!
Stargirl22: So, you got a boyfriend or anything?
Coolramona95: Stella, don't you DARE change subjects on me!
Stargirl22: I just did. ;)
Coolramona95: Fine. ? Well, I dated this guy a few months ago, but that didn't really last. So, right now, no.
Stargirl22: Well, I'll talk to you more when you get here. I can't wait!
Coolramona95: Me neither! XOXO
Stargirl22: Love, love, love.
Coolramona95: Buh-bye!
Stargirl22: Bye.
I signed off. I couldn't believe it. Ramona was coming!
I loved it when Ramona came. She would kind of treat me like her little sister sometimes. But, it didn't feel degrading or anything, I actually liked having someone be my big sister.
I decided to call Joey to tell him the news. I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" said Joey.
"Hey Joey, its Stella."
"Hey Stella," he said. "Man, were we wasted last night or what?"
"Yeah, we were," I admitted. "I can barely remember anything. My dad was so pissed this morning. He said that your parents and Serena's parents called him, wondering where there kids were. Apparently Greg had to carry me in the house and explain to my dad what happened."
"Yeah, I remember you passed out," said Joey. "Greg dropped me off at my house, but I had to stumble up to the door myself to find my dad waiting for me. He was really, really mad. Not to mention my head hurt like hell this morning."
"Me too," I said. "And I rolled off the couch when I was sleeping so I basically slept on the floor."
Joey laughed. "That sucks," he said.
"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm aching all over. But that show was pretty kickass, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. "Greg was awesome."
"I feel sorry for him, though," I said. "We shouldn't have put all that responsibility on him to get us home."
"I know," Joey said, laughing. "We've got to make it up to him somehow."
"But there's something else I remember," I said. "Do you remember when Greg came up to us right after the show finished?"
"Barely... " he said.
"Well," I said. "It might've just been my imagination, but I think Serena kissed Greg!"
"Are you serious?" Joey laughed.
"I think," I said. "I guess I was right about her liking him. And he was blushing all over when she did it."
"That's hilarious!" said Joey. "I hope Serena doesn't regret it."
"Well, there's a chance she doesn't remember," I said.
"But Greg sure does," said Joey.
"Yeah," I said. "Have you talked to him yet?"
"No," said Joey. "I just woke up a little while ago."
"Me too," I said. I paused. "Hey, guess what?"
"What?" Joey said.
"I just talked to Ramona on IM," I said.
"And?" Joey asked.
"She's visiting Oakland for the whole summer!" I said excitedly.
"Really?" Joey said. "That's awesome! We haven't seen her in so long!"
"I know!" I said. "She's coming this Saturday!"
"That's so cool," said Joey.
My name is Ramona Wright. My parents' names are Lisea Lyons and Frank Edwin Wright III. But of course, everybody knows my dad as Tré Cool, or the crazy-ass drummer in Green Day.
I'm Tré's first child; he married my mom in March of 1995, but I had already been born in January. I'm not exactly sure why they married in the first place. Maybe its because they thought it was wrong to have a kid and not be married, so they felt obligated to. For some reason I feel like my birth may have been a mistake. But then they just divorced soon after they married anyway. Go figure.
I have a little half brother. His name is Frankito and he's ten years old. He goes back in forth from my dad to Claudia, his other ex-wife. They both live in Oakland.
I, on the other hand, live in New York. I live with my mom and her husband, or my stepfather. But I'd rather not be associated with him at all. I really don't like him.
I love New York and all, but it sucks sometimes being so far away from my dad and my brother. Not to mention Billie Joe and Mike's families, who I'm friends with but don't get to see that often. I'm the same age as Joey Armstrong, Billie's son, two years older than Estelle, Mike's daughter, and four years older than Billie's other son, Jakob.
I love it when I get to see them all. We always have so much fun together. I instant message Joey, Estelle, Jakob, and Frankito sometimes on the computer, but in the last couple of months we haven't been talking as much. I'm not sure why.
The last time I visited them was in January. Since then my dad has visited us several times.
Green Day released an album about four weeks ago called Camorra. It's a really awesome album. I'm just sad I haven't been able to really talk about it with my dad.
However, yesterday something amazing happened.
*Flashback to Yesterday*
I was in my room listening to 'Fight For Your Right to Party' by the Beastie Boys. I was totally rocking out and singing along when I heard a knock on my door.
I ran over to my stereo and switched off the music. Then I ran over to the door and opened it. My mom was standing in the doorway with something in her hand.
"Hey mom," I said. "What's up?"
"There's something here for you. It's from your dad," she said.
"Oh, cool!" I said as I snatched it from her hand. "Thanks mom," I said as I started to close the door.
"No problem, honey," she said. "Oh, and Rob wants you to turn the music down. He's trying to work."
I rolled my eyes. "He's always working," I said through clenched teeth.
"What?" My mom said, annoyed.
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"It better be nothing," she said as she walked away.
I wanted to slam the door, but I thought better of it. I closed the door and went over to my bed to open the letter. I was surprised my mother hadn't already opened it. She is always in my business. It really annoys me.
I stated to open the envelope and saw that there was more than one article of paper inside. I picked out the one that looked like a letter first.
Dear Ramona,
Hey Sweetie! I hope things are good over there. Things have been pretty hectic here. In the midst of all the confusion, I started thinking to myself, "This would be so much easier if Ramona were here." Then I thought, "Wait, why not?" So, since you are getting out of school this week, and if you are free this summer, I thought, "Ramona should spend the summer with me!" If you want, you can leave this Saturday and come back home right before school starts again. If she wants, your mom can visit you while you're here. The plane tickets are enclosed. I love you!
Love, Dad
Oh my God! My dad wants me to spend the summer with him! I read the letter over again and again, making sure I had read it correctly. I started jumping up and down, hugging the letter to my chest. I was so excited that I stood up on the bed and started jumping on it.
Suddenly something occurred to me. I stopped jumping and sat down on the edge of the bed.
'What if my mom doesn't let me go?' I thought. I knew that if Rob, my step dad, could convince her to not let me go, she would definitely say no. I thought if I could convince her first, he wouldn't have a chance.
I found my mom the kitchen making dinner. I didn't see Rob around anywhere, so I thought, 'Now's my chance.'
"Hey mom," I said casually.
She looked up from her cooking. "Hey sweetie," she said. "What did your dad say?"
"He just said he hoped everything was good here and that things are pretty hectic over there," I said.
"Is that all?" she asked.
I sighed. "And he wants me to live with him for the summer," I blurted.
My mom looked up at me. "He what?" she said, shocked.
"He wants me to leave this Saturday and come back right before school starts. He said that you can visit me while I'm there." I paused. "And I want to go," I added.
My mom just stared at me. "This is how your dad is," she said, shaking her head. "He just comes up with the crazy ideas on the spur of the moment and just expects everyone to go along with it." She looked back at the food she was preparing and began to concentrate on it again. "I think it's a bad idea."
"But mom," I pleaded "I'm sixteen. I'm old enough to make decisions on my own."
"Do NOT use that attitude with me young lady. You speak like that to me again and you will never leave this house again," she said angrily.
"Mom," I said, "Will you please just talk it over with him?"
My mom sighed. "Fine," she said. "But I'm not promising anything."
I let out my breath, which I had been holding. "Thanks, mom," I said.
***
That night I listened at my mom's door to see if she had called my dad yet. Sure enough, within a few minutes I heard her dial a number into the telephone.
"Hi, its me."
"Yeah, she just got it."
"I don't know, Tré, it's just so sudden."
"I know, but I was hoping I could spend the summer with her. It's just such a long time."
"Yeah, but... "
"How can I visit her? I have to work."
"I know, Tré, but I don't know if I want her to be exposed to all of that."
"What do you mean all of what? The fame, the stalkers, the interviews... there's so much."
"How can I trust you? I stopped trusting you a long time ago."
"Fine. But only three months. And I expect her to call every week."
"Take care of her."
"Ok, bye."
YES! I ran excitedly to my room. I knew my mom would probably come in to tell me the news, so I slipped into bed and turned off the light.
A few minutes later my mom came into my room.
"Ramona?" she whispered. "You awake?"
"Yeah," I whispered back.
She stepped into my room. "I just got off the phone with your dad," she said. "I was very hesitant, but I decided to let you go."
Although I already knew, I decided to act like I didn't anyway. I jumped out of bed and hugged my mom.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I said.
"Your welcome, honey," she said. "But you have to promise to call every week, ok?"
"I promise," I said as I pulled away from her.
"And I need you to be careful. I know you love your dad, but he can be a little immature sometimes. Just make sure he doesn't get you into any trouble."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok mom, I get it. I'll be careful," I said.
"Good," she said. "Now, get to bed. You're not out of school yet, and you need to get some sleep."
I got into bed and pulled up the covers.
"Good night, mom," I said.
"Good night, Ramona."
***
Estelle
It's been four weeks since Camorra was released. It is June first, and school just got out for summer yesterday. Last night Joey, Serena, and I went to a gig that Greg was playing at. Greg was playing for a band who's drummer had to go out of town for a relative's funeral, so he was just filling in for that show.
Greg played really well, and the band was awesome. It was in some guy's backyard, and there were about twenty-five to thirty people there.
It was about nine-thirty and they band seemed to be about halfway through their set. The last song was really good, and Joey, Serena, and I had been at the front banging out heads and moving to the music.
We were all really sweaty when the song ended. "Let's go get something to drink," I said to Joey and Serena. They nodded and we made our way through the people. When we got to the back, we saw the host, James.
He waved to us. "Pretty great show, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Joey. "Our friend is the drummer filling in."
James nodded. "It must be annoying for the band, because the drummer is constantly leaving on short notice. If your friend is lucky, he just might be their permanent drummer."
"That would be awesome," said Serena. "Greg would be really grateful."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Especially since the band is pretty good."
James noticed that we were sweating. "Hey, you guys need something to drink?"
Joey nodded. "That would be great."
A minute later I was surprised to see James come out with four beers in his hands.
"Cheers!" he said as he handed the beers to us, keeping one for himself, and walked away.
I stared at the beer in my hand. I looked at Joey, and he shrugged.
"I've drunk before, Stella, but I know you haven't," he said. "If you don't want it, I can go in and get some water for you and Serena or something."
I thought about it for a second. I had never had alcohol before. I mean, I knew a lot of people drank before they turned twenty-one. It happened all the time. But I'm only fourteen.
I shrugged. "Beer's fine," I said. "What about you, Serena?" I said.
"I will if you will," Serena said, smiling a little.
"Alright then!" said Joey. "To Greg!" he yelled, holding up his bottle.
"To Greg!" Serena and I shouted at the same time.
***
The band had just finished their last song. It was probably around 11:30, but to tell you the truth I can't remember. Joey, Serena and I were cheering and clapping very loudly. Serena and I were both on our second beer and Joey was on his third. I couldn't stand up straight so I had to lean on him for support.
"Greg was sooo good, huh Billie?" I said, stumbling a little. Joey had his arm around my shoulder and was pulling me towards him.
"Billie is my dad. I'm Joey, remember?" Joey slurred.
"Oh yeah!" I said laughing. "But you look just like him. Are you sure you're Joey?" I grabbed his head with my hand and brought it toward me. "You're definitely Billie," I said.
"You guys, stop it," said Serena. "That guy we know is here!"
Greg, who was standing in front of us, raised an eyebrow.
"'That guy's' name is Greg," he said. "Are you guys drunk or what?"
"Noooo, we're not drunk," laughed Serena, grabbing onto Greg's shoulder for support. "You're drunk!" She giggled.
Greg smiled and rolled his eyes. "You guys better be grateful I drove here," he said. "I'm taking you home."
"You were sooo good," slurred Serena. "I love you sooooo much." With that Serena leaned into Greg and kissed him. Although Joey and I were drunk, we could tell what was happening.
Greg pushed her away, smiling. He was kind of blushing. "C'mon, Serena, I don't want you to do anything you might regret later," he said. "Let's go."
Greg somehow managed to herd us into his car. He had a bit of a hard time driving because we were all really loud. Serena kept leaning on him and he kept having to push her off. Joey kept sticking his head out the window and yelling at the top of his lungs, and I laughed really loudly every time.
I guess I leaned my head against Joey, and that's when I passed out.
***
The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor in the living room of my house. I put my hand on my head as I sat up. I had a splitting headache. I was right next to the couch, so I must have rolled off of it as I slept. It was bright, so it must've been around noon.
I searched my memory as to what happened last night. I remember we went to Greg's gig, we danced, we went to get a drink... the beer. My memory started flooding back to me. I distinctly remember taking a beer. Joey, Serena, and I all got drunk, so Greg must've taken us home. Greg... Serena kissed Greg! For some reason that's something that stuck in my mind. And then I must've passed out in Greg's car. I wondered if he had dragged me into the house...
My dad. Oh shit.
I watched as my dad came into the room. He glared at me from the doorway.
"Well, hello Miss I'm-Gonna-Get-Drunk-Stay-Out-Late-And-Not-Tell-My-Dad-Where-I-Am," my dad said sarcastically. "How did you sleep?"
I started to pick myself up off the floor. "My head hurts like a mother," I said.
"Oh, is this better?" my dad yelled at the top of his lungs.
I cringed. "How did I get here?" I asked.
"Well, your poor friend Greg had enough sense not to drink and was nice enough to carry you inside. He told me he was really sorry it was so late and that you had just had too much to drink and passed out," he said angrily. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought something was really wrong, you know? You looked like you were dead!" he yelled. He was really pissed off.
"I know dad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry," I said. Then something occurred to me. "It's not like you never drank when you were my age."
"Don't even go there. I didn't have parents like you do, Stella," he said. "I care about you. Do you understand me?"
I sighed. "Yeah, dad. I understand. I promise it won't happen again."
"You better hope your mom doesn't find out about this," he said. "If she does, she'll take you away from me before you can say "Irresponsible dad." Billie Joe and Adrienne were just as worried about Joey. I mean, I know you guys went to Greg's gig, but you could've at least called. Oh, and Serena's parents called, too. Seems you weren't the only one who can't remember how to use a cell phone."
My dad was still going as I began to climb the stairs. I was relieved when I found my bed. I laid down and within a few minutes was fast asleep.
***
It was about 2:30 pm when I finally woke up. My hangover was gone and I felt much better.
Then I remembered the fight I had with my dad.
I felt that it would be best to avoid him for as long as possible. I got out of bed and changed out of the clothes I was wearing last night. They were dirty and smelled like beer. I threw them on the floor. I changed into a clean pair of jeans and a tank top.
Since I couldn't go downstairs, I decided to check my messages on the computer. I logged into instant messenger and saw that coolramona95, which is Ramona's screen name, was on, too.
Stargirl22: Hey!
Coolramona95: Stella! OMG! I have great news! But before I tell u, I need know. How's everything over in Oaktown?
Stargirl22: Pretty great, 4 the most part. Well, pretty crazy, actually. What about in da Big Apple?
Coolramona95: Okay, but I want 2 B there so badly, especially with the new album out!
Stargirl22: I wish u were here too! It's been what, 5 months since u were last here?
Coolramona95: Yeah, and I only stayed 4, like, a second.
Stargirl22: I know!
Coolramona95: OMG I can't hold it in any longer. This Saturday I'm getting on a plane... .AND COMING TO OAKLAND!!!
Stargirl22: Ramona! I can't believe it! How long are you staying?
Coolramona95: 3 MONTHS! The entire summer!
Stargirl22: You're mom actually let u go? That's amazing!
Coolramona95: I know! My dad just randomly sent me tickets in the mail and said he wanted 2 spend the summer with me. He really had to try hard to convince my mom, though.
Stargirl22: I'm so excited! This summer will be so fun with you here!
Coolramona95: Yah, and I can't wait to see everybody again. How are they, after all?
Stargirl22: Frankito-annoying as ever (but still cute)
Tré-To my knowledge, seems fine
Billie Joe-tired
Adrienne-sweet as ever
My dad-kinda pissed at me
Joey-... ..kinda troubled, but okay
Coolramona95: Why is your dad pissed at you? And what's up with Joey?
Stargirl22: Well, I kinda got drunk for the first time last night, and my friend Greg had to drag me into the house, and it was really late. Oops. As for Joey... he's just felt a lot of pressure with the album being out and stuff. He said that our dads should be obligated to us, not their fans.
Coolramona95: Wow.
Stargirl22: Yeah. But the whole drinking thing will blow over in a couple of weeks, and Joey seemed fine last night.
Coolramona95: So, are you two still best friends?
Stargirl22: Yeah.
Coolramona95: More than best friends?
Stargirl22: Lol, no, no, no, just friends.
Coolramona95: ;)
Stargirl22: Oh, stop it Ramona. ?
Coolramona95: Well, if you say so!
Stargirl22: So, you got a boyfriend or anything?
Coolramona95: Stella, don't you DARE change subjects on me!
Stargirl22: I just did. ;)
Coolramona95: Fine. ? Well, I dated this guy a few months ago, but that didn't really last. So, right now, no.
Stargirl22: Well, I'll talk to you more when you get here. I can't wait!
Coolramona95: Me neither! XOXO
Stargirl22: Love, love, love.
Coolramona95: Buh-bye!
Stargirl22: Bye.
I signed off. I couldn't believe it. Ramona was coming!
I loved it when Ramona came. She would kind of treat me like her little sister sometimes. But, it didn't feel degrading or anything, I actually liked having someone be my big sister.
I decided to call Joey to tell him the news. I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" said Joey.
"Hey Joey, its Stella."
"Hey Stella," he said. "Man, were we wasted last night or what?"
"Yeah, we were," I admitted. "I can barely remember anything. My dad was so pissed this morning. He said that your parents and Serena's parents called him, wondering where there kids were. Apparently Greg had to carry me in the house and explain to my dad what happened."
"Yeah, I remember you passed out," said Joey. "Greg dropped me off at my house, but I had to stumble up to the door myself to find my dad waiting for me. He was really, really mad. Not to mention my head hurt like hell this morning."
"Me too," I said. "And I rolled off the couch when I was sleeping so I basically slept on the floor."
Joey laughed. "That sucks," he said.
"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm aching all over. But that show was pretty kickass, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. "Greg was awesome."
"I feel sorry for him, though," I said. "We shouldn't have put all that responsibility on him to get us home."
"I know," Joey said, laughing. "We've got to make it up to him somehow."
"But there's something else I remember," I said. "Do you remember when Greg came up to us right after the show finished?"
"Barely... " he said.
"Well," I said. "It might've just been my imagination, but I think Serena kissed Greg!"
"Are you serious?" Joey laughed.
"I think," I said. "I guess I was right about her liking him. And he was blushing all over when she did it."
"That's hilarious!" said Joey. "I hope Serena doesn't regret it."
"Well, there's a chance she doesn't remember," I said.
"But Greg sure does," said Joey.
"Yeah," I said. "Have you talked to him yet?"
"No," said Joey. "I just woke up a little while ago."
"Me too," I said. I paused. "Hey, guess what?"
"What?" Joey said.
"I just talked to Ramona on IM," I said.
"And?" Joey asked.
"She's visiting Oakland for the whole summer!" I said excitedly.
"Really?" Joey said. "That's awesome! We haven't seen her in so long!"
"I know!" I said. "She's coming this Saturday!"
"That's so cool," said Joey.
