Be There, chapter 2
-End of June-
I walk quickly through the airport to the gate where I'm supposed to meet everyone.
"You're late." Mike says shaking his head, "Gofers are supposed to be on time."
"Sorry." I say half-heartedly.
"Yeah, even I was here on time." Tre gloats as we head through the gate.
"Where's everyone else?"
"They went in already." Mike says as he points to a line where Adie, Billie and Brittney are waiting to go through the metal detector. "Oh here's your ticket." He hands me my envelope with my ticket, boarding pass, etc. We pass through the metal detectors without any trouble, except Billie was forced to dispose of his lighter.
"We are now boarding flight 563B to Switzerland rows one through ten." The intercom buzzes.
"That's us." Billie says as he messes up my hair. "You thought you got away with smooth hair."
"I actually did." I mutter as he goes up to the boarding place. I'm the last of our group to board the plane. I make my way down the rows, past Billie and Adie, past Mike and Brittney, and I see Tre sitting next to an empty seat.
"You're sitting with me." he says raising his eyebrows evilly.
"Craptacular." I say as I sit next to him.
"Awe, this is going to be so much fun! Six hours next to each other!" he grabs me in a tight hug.
"You're not one to sleep on flights are you?"
"Umm not really no." he says smirking, "Why are you?"
"Yes I am actually."
"Too bad." He says in a honky dory voice. "So what did you bring for me to play with?"
"Play with?"
"Yeah, you're the gofer; I need something to entertain me on this trip."
"Well there's going to be a movie on in a bit." I say as I dig through my bag for my mp3 player.
"Put it away, I can't talk to you if you're listening to music." Tre says evilly.
"I'm going to suffer through this flight." I say as I lean my head back.
"Only with that attitude."
"So, how do you feel getting to tour with Green Day?" he asks as he crosses his legs like an interviewer.
"I don't know."
"Don't you know there are a million girls who'd gladly take your place?"
"Yeah, well they didn't have to grow up with Mike."
"It couldn't have been that bad."
"This is getting annoying." I say as I reach for my mp3.
"Don't you dare Myla." Tre says as he slaps my hand. "We're going to have a nice chat until the lady with the alcohol comes by."
"So Tre how's Ramona?"
"She's good." Tre says absent-mindedly, "She's going to join us on tour later this summer, and Frankito is going to come too."
"That's great, talk about them while I put on my head phones."
"Nope." He says slapping my hand again.
"You slap like a girl."
"Oh you shouldn't have." He says in a VERY feminine voice.
"Mikey, Tre won't let me listen to my mp3 player." I whine as I poke my brother through the gap between the seats.
"Myla, I can't defend you from Tre anymore. Now unless he starts groping you, leave me alone."
"Ha-ha, you're left defenseless." Tre teases.
"I'll scream rape and there will be no more Tre Cool."
"Oh harsh." He says stroking his finger up and down his own thigh, "I like when you talk violent."
"Shut-up." I say trying not to crack a smile.
"Myla, guess what?!" Mike says excitedly as bursts into my room.
"You're going to leave my room and let me sleep?" I ask as I move my pillow over my head.
"No, better." He says as he sits on the edge of my bed, "We're going on tour again, for Kerplunk."
"That's nice, when do you leave?"
"Next week."
"Already?!" I say as sit up suddenly.
"Yeah." He says nervously, "Why?"
"Well . . . . Umm . . . . You won't be here for your birthday."
"So?"
"Nothing. Congratulations." I say as I pull the covers over my face.
"Myla, tell me what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Myla,"
"I don't want you to leave." That was only partially true; I like having Mike around, but I REALLY like hanging out with Tre.
"Tell you what, when we're gone you can stay at our apartment, just stay away from Tre's bed or you'll be scarred for life."
"Thanks." I say uncovering my head. "So do you have any gigs on Gilman before you leave?"
"Yeah, we have one tomorrow night, oh and Tre wants you to touch up his hair before we leave."
"Sure, tell him I'll do it tomorrow afternoon." I say as I attempt to go back to sleep, but he doesn't seem to move. "Don't you have to go to work?"
"I quit."
"So you plan on watching me sleep?"
"No, I don't know how to tell Anastasia I'm leaving."
"Take her with you then."
"We sort of just started going out and you know I can't take her with me, we barely have enough money to get the three of us around."
"Tell her you'll keep your penis to yourself the whole tour." I mumble causing him to laugh.
"You're a little pervert."
"Probably." I say as I yet again try to cover my face with my blanket from the sunlight.
"Don't you have school?"
"I'm skipping first period, and maybe second. If anyone asks I'm having lady troubles."
"Ahh, are you?"
"Not this week." I say smirking, "So don't you have to go tell Anastasia?"
"Yeah." He says as he gets up. "Wish me luck."
"You'd like that wouldn't you." I say evilly.
"Jeez, are you seventeen or seven?"
"Good question. I'll get back to you in six to eight weeks."
"Would you like anything to drink?" the stewardess asks.
"Corona." Tre says happily.
"Sex on the beach." I mumble.
"Oh, isn't that a bit forward, you don't even know her name!" Tre exclaims.
"No, I was asking you." I say as I touch his thigh jokingly, he slaps away my hand as the stewardess hands us our drinks.
"Only in your wildest dreams."
"Hmm I change my mind, I want a beer instead." I say as I switch drinks with Tre.
"What? No! That's a girly drink." He protests. "I'm going to tell Mike."
"Fine." I say as I hand back his bottle of beer but not before licking the entire rim.
"Two can play at that." He says as licks the rim of my glass.
"Excuse me." I say to a passing my stewardess, "Can I have a straw?"
"Me too!" Tre yells childishly, he takes a swig of beer.
"Why'd you ask for a straw, you're drinking your beer anyway?"
"Can't a guy just want to fiddle about with a straw?"
"Don't say fiddle about, it sounds wrong."
"It's so, so wrong, but it feels so, so right." Tre sings orgasmically.
"Tre, shut up." Mike says over-hearing Tre's annoying singing.
"Sorry sweetie." Tre says innocently. The stewardess hands us our straws and I take a sip of my drink.
Tre watches me closely for a moment or two.
"You're creeping me out." I say as I turn my head to look out the window.
"You know I'm sexy."
"Uhuh." I say as I turn my head to look at him again when I feel something wet hits my forehead. Tre has the straw to his mouth and he's smirking evilly.
"How dare you." I say as I too tear piece of napkin and make it into a spit ball. It hits Tre's cheek. This spit ball fight lasts a good five shots from each side before the stewardess walks up to us.
"We'd rather you don't do that." She says calmly. Tre loads up his straw and hits her smack dead on the center of her forehead.
"Okay, we'll stop." He says evilly.
"Oh she looked mad." I tease as the stewardess walks away angrily.
"Yeah, I don't think we should order anymore drinks, she might urinate in them."
"Umm that would be extremely difficult on her part."
"Maybe she'll get a co-worker to do it." Tre says in a psychotic paranoid voice.
"Tre calm down, we'll get Mike to order all our drinks."
"Oh thank god." Tre says, sounding very much like an old woman.
He finishes off his beer and turns to me.
"I think I'll go to sleep now."
"Good." I say as I put on my headphones for my mp3 player. Tre rests his head on my shoulder. "Tre get off."
"I can't hear you I'm sleeping." He says as he snuggles into my shoulder.
"Jeez Tre, you're putting all your weight on me."
"Mmm."
"Tre."
"Ahhh."
"You better not be choking your chicken!"
"Ohh ahhh eeeeee muahhh."
"EW Tre."
"Ahh ahh ohhh oh oh ahh."
"Mike!" I yelp. "Tre's, being a little too Tre-like." Mike gets up and pulls Tre off of me.
"Care to explain why you're all over my sister and choking your chicken?"
"I wasn't even touching my chicken, I swear, look my pants aren't even wrinkled. I wasn't touching your sister, I fell asleep."
"Uhuh." Mike says as he sits back down. "Same as always, hands off Myla!"
"Now you got me in trouble." Tre pouts.
"I can't hear you; The Ramones are blasting in my ears."
"Oh them." He snatches the head phones off my head and puts them on his own. I know if I try to take it back, they'll just end up breaking, so I take this opportunity to get some sleep.
"Hey Myla." Mike's voice rings through the phone.
"Mikey!"
"Stop calling me that, it's Mike Dirnt and that's it."
"Awe."
"Guess what! We're coming home."
"Awesome, when?"
"We're about half an hour away."
"Really?"
"Yeah just thought I'd give you a heads up so you can make any boyfriends you're keeping in our apartment disappear."
"Hardy har har, you know I'm not seeing anyone."
"Yeah okay, we're just going to pick up Anastasia then we'll be home."
"Cool, see you later." I hang up the phone and run into the bedroom and pull on my sexiest top, just for Tre. I stumble into the washroom and fix my hair and put on some make-up, not much, just some eyeliner to make my eyes pop. Before I knew it I heard them barging through the door.
"Hey Myla." Ana says as she puts her arm around Mike.
"Hey." I say as Billie enters the apartment with his arms around a dark haired young woman.
"Oh Adie, this is Mike's sister Myla." Billie Joe says casually as he reaches over to mess up my hair, "Myla this is my girlfriend Adie."
"Oh hi," I say trying to locate Tre, "You're all Billie talks about."
"Really." She says eyeing Billie.
"Where's Tre?"
"Oh he's coming, he's just with Lisea." Mike says as he and Anastasia make themselves comfortable on the couch.
"Who?"
"Lisea, didn't I tell you about her?"
"No."
"Well at the start of the tour he met her and fell head over heels blah, blah, blah they kept in touch and we ended our tour in the same place so he brought her with us."
"Oh okay." I say as I burst out crying inside. Tre and some girl walk into the apartment.
"There's my girl." Tre says happily. "Myla, I'd like you to meet Lisea."
"Hi." I say trying to contain my emotion.
"So you're the famous Myla, Tre told me so much about you." Lisea says happily.
"Oh really." I say trying to be polite; I could tell by the way Tre looked at her that he loved her.
"Myla, why are you so, I don't know, dressed up?" Mike asks distractedly.
"Oh, I was just about to go out with some friends, you know go guy hunting." I say laughing lightly. "See you later." I grab my bag and hurry out of the apartment and run down the stairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I burst out crying, I stayed there for a good ten minutes before composing my self and fixing my make-up using my reflection in the window. I head out to Gilman's to meet a guy, any guy, just to get my mind off Tre.
"Myla, wake up." Tre says nudging me awake with his elbow. "We're landing now."
"Okay." I say as I rub my eyes, "Hey, you actually let me sleep."
"Yeah well, your mp3 player had enough good songs to keep me occupied."
"Okay." I stretch my arms out in front of me.
"When we land, I need you to get me something."
"Gofer at your service."
"I need you to find me a hooker."
"Jeez, no way Tre." I say as he smirks evilly, "Mike said coffee and stuff, not hookers."
"But I'm all alone."
"That makes two of us then." I say rolling me eyes.
"Then I'll have to yank the yodeler."
"Fine yank the yodeler."
I walk quickly through the airport to the gate where I'm supposed to meet everyone.
"You're late." Mike says shaking his head, "Gofers are supposed to be on time."
"Sorry." I say half-heartedly.
"Yeah, even I was here on time." Tre gloats as we head through the gate.
"Where's everyone else?"
"They went in already." Mike says as he points to a line where Adie, Billie and Brittney are waiting to go through the metal detector. "Oh here's your ticket." He hands me my envelope with my ticket, boarding pass, etc. We pass through the metal detectors without any trouble, except Billie was forced to dispose of his lighter.
"We are now boarding flight 563B to Switzerland rows one through ten." The intercom buzzes.
"That's us." Billie says as he messes up my hair. "You thought you got away with smooth hair."
"I actually did." I mutter as he goes up to the boarding place. I'm the last of our group to board the plane. I make my way down the rows, past Billie and Adie, past Mike and Brittney, and I see Tre sitting next to an empty seat.
"You're sitting with me." he says raising his eyebrows evilly.
"Craptacular." I say as I sit next to him.
"Awe, this is going to be so much fun! Six hours next to each other!" he grabs me in a tight hug.
"You're not one to sleep on flights are you?"
"Umm not really no." he says smirking, "Why are you?"
"Yes I am actually."
"Too bad." He says in a honky dory voice. "So what did you bring for me to play with?"
"Play with?"
"Yeah, you're the gofer; I need something to entertain me on this trip."
"Well there's going to be a movie on in a bit." I say as I dig through my bag for my mp3 player.
"Put it away, I can't talk to you if you're listening to music." Tre says evilly.
"I'm going to suffer through this flight." I say as I lean my head back.
"Only with that attitude."
"So, how do you feel getting to tour with Green Day?" he asks as he crosses his legs like an interviewer.
"I don't know."
"Don't you know there are a million girls who'd gladly take your place?"
"Yeah, well they didn't have to grow up with Mike."
"It couldn't have been that bad."
"This is getting annoying." I say as I reach for my mp3.
"Don't you dare Myla." Tre says as he slaps my hand. "We're going to have a nice chat until the lady with the alcohol comes by."
"So Tre how's Ramona?"
"She's good." Tre says absent-mindedly, "She's going to join us on tour later this summer, and Frankito is going to come too."
"That's great, talk about them while I put on my head phones."
"Nope." He says slapping my hand again.
"You slap like a girl."
"Oh you shouldn't have." He says in a VERY feminine voice.
"Mikey, Tre won't let me listen to my mp3 player." I whine as I poke my brother through the gap between the seats.
"Myla, I can't defend you from Tre anymore. Now unless he starts groping you, leave me alone."
"Ha-ha, you're left defenseless." Tre teases.
"I'll scream rape and there will be no more Tre Cool."
"Oh harsh." He says stroking his finger up and down his own thigh, "I like when you talk violent."
"Shut-up." I say trying not to crack a smile.
"Myla, guess what?!" Mike says excitedly as bursts into my room.
"You're going to leave my room and let me sleep?" I ask as I move my pillow over my head.
"No, better." He says as he sits on the edge of my bed, "We're going on tour again, for Kerplunk."
"That's nice, when do you leave?"
"Next week."
"Already?!" I say as sit up suddenly.
"Yeah." He says nervously, "Why?"
"Well . . . . Umm . . . . You won't be here for your birthday."
"So?"
"Nothing. Congratulations." I say as I pull the covers over my face.
"Myla, tell me what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Myla,"
"I don't want you to leave." That was only partially true; I like having Mike around, but I REALLY like hanging out with Tre.
"Tell you what, when we're gone you can stay at our apartment, just stay away from Tre's bed or you'll be scarred for life."
"Thanks." I say uncovering my head. "So do you have any gigs on Gilman before you leave?"
"Yeah, we have one tomorrow night, oh and Tre wants you to touch up his hair before we leave."
"Sure, tell him I'll do it tomorrow afternoon." I say as I attempt to go back to sleep, but he doesn't seem to move. "Don't you have to go to work?"
"I quit."
"So you plan on watching me sleep?"
"No, I don't know how to tell Anastasia I'm leaving."
"Take her with you then."
"We sort of just started going out and you know I can't take her with me, we barely have enough money to get the three of us around."
"Tell her you'll keep your penis to yourself the whole tour." I mumble causing him to laugh.
"You're a little pervert."
"Probably." I say as I yet again try to cover my face with my blanket from the sunlight.
"Don't you have school?"
"I'm skipping first period, and maybe second. If anyone asks I'm having lady troubles."
"Ahh, are you?"
"Not this week." I say smirking, "So don't you have to go tell Anastasia?"
"Yeah." He says as he gets up. "Wish me luck."
"You'd like that wouldn't you." I say evilly.
"Jeez, are you seventeen or seven?"
"Good question. I'll get back to you in six to eight weeks."
"Would you like anything to drink?" the stewardess asks.
"Corona." Tre says happily.
"Sex on the beach." I mumble.
"Oh, isn't that a bit forward, you don't even know her name!" Tre exclaims.
"No, I was asking you." I say as I touch his thigh jokingly, he slaps away my hand as the stewardess hands us our drinks.
"Only in your wildest dreams."
"Hmm I change my mind, I want a beer instead." I say as I switch drinks with Tre.
"What? No! That's a girly drink." He protests. "I'm going to tell Mike."
"Fine." I say as I hand back his bottle of beer but not before licking the entire rim.
"Two can play at that." He says as licks the rim of my glass.
"Excuse me." I say to a passing my stewardess, "Can I have a straw?"
"Me too!" Tre yells childishly, he takes a swig of beer.
"Why'd you ask for a straw, you're drinking your beer anyway?"
"Can't a guy just want to fiddle about with a straw?"
"Don't say fiddle about, it sounds wrong."
"It's so, so wrong, but it feels so, so right." Tre sings orgasmically.
"Tre, shut up." Mike says over-hearing Tre's annoying singing.
"Sorry sweetie." Tre says innocently. The stewardess hands us our straws and I take a sip of my drink.
Tre watches me closely for a moment or two.
"You're creeping me out." I say as I turn my head to look out the window.
"You know I'm sexy."
"Uhuh." I say as I turn my head to look at him again when I feel something wet hits my forehead. Tre has the straw to his mouth and he's smirking evilly.
"How dare you." I say as I too tear piece of napkin and make it into a spit ball. It hits Tre's cheek. This spit ball fight lasts a good five shots from each side before the stewardess walks up to us.
"We'd rather you don't do that." She says calmly. Tre loads up his straw and hits her smack dead on the center of her forehead.
"Okay, we'll stop." He says evilly.
"Oh she looked mad." I tease as the stewardess walks away angrily.
"Yeah, I don't think we should order anymore drinks, she might urinate in them."
"Umm that would be extremely difficult on her part."
"Maybe she'll get a co-worker to do it." Tre says in a psychotic paranoid voice.
"Tre calm down, we'll get Mike to order all our drinks."
"Oh thank god." Tre says, sounding very much like an old woman.
He finishes off his beer and turns to me.
"I think I'll go to sleep now."
"Good." I say as I put on my headphones for my mp3 player. Tre rests his head on my shoulder. "Tre get off."
"I can't hear you I'm sleeping." He says as he snuggles into my shoulder.
"Jeez Tre, you're putting all your weight on me."
"Mmm."
"Tre."
"Ahhh."
"You better not be choking your chicken!"
"Ohh ahhh eeeeee muahhh."
"EW Tre."
"Ahh ahh ohhh oh oh ahh."
"Mike!" I yelp. "Tre's, being a little too Tre-like." Mike gets up and pulls Tre off of me.
"Care to explain why you're all over my sister and choking your chicken?"
"I wasn't even touching my chicken, I swear, look my pants aren't even wrinkled. I wasn't touching your sister, I fell asleep."
"Uhuh." Mike says as he sits back down. "Same as always, hands off Myla!"
"Now you got me in trouble." Tre pouts.
"I can't hear you; The Ramones are blasting in my ears."
"Oh them." He snatches the head phones off my head and puts them on his own. I know if I try to take it back, they'll just end up breaking, so I take this opportunity to get some sleep.
"Hey Myla." Mike's voice rings through the phone.
"Mikey!"
"Stop calling me that, it's Mike Dirnt and that's it."
"Awe."
"Guess what! We're coming home."
"Awesome, when?"
"We're about half an hour away."
"Really?"
"Yeah just thought I'd give you a heads up so you can make any boyfriends you're keeping in our apartment disappear."
"Hardy har har, you know I'm not seeing anyone."
"Yeah okay, we're just going to pick up Anastasia then we'll be home."
"Cool, see you later." I hang up the phone and run into the bedroom and pull on my sexiest top, just for Tre. I stumble into the washroom and fix my hair and put on some make-up, not much, just some eyeliner to make my eyes pop. Before I knew it I heard them barging through the door.
"Hey Myla." Ana says as she puts her arm around Mike.
"Hey." I say as Billie enters the apartment with his arms around a dark haired young woman.
"Oh Adie, this is Mike's sister Myla." Billie Joe says casually as he reaches over to mess up my hair, "Myla this is my girlfriend Adie."
"Oh hi," I say trying to locate Tre, "You're all Billie talks about."
"Really." She says eyeing Billie.
"Where's Tre?"
"Oh he's coming, he's just with Lisea." Mike says as he and Anastasia make themselves comfortable on the couch.
"Who?"
"Lisea, didn't I tell you about her?"
"No."
"Well at the start of the tour he met her and fell head over heels blah, blah, blah they kept in touch and we ended our tour in the same place so he brought her with us."
"Oh okay." I say as I burst out crying inside. Tre and some girl walk into the apartment.
"There's my girl." Tre says happily. "Myla, I'd like you to meet Lisea."
"Hi." I say trying to contain my emotion.
"So you're the famous Myla, Tre told me so much about you." Lisea says happily.
"Oh really." I say trying to be polite; I could tell by the way Tre looked at her that he loved her.
"Myla, why are you so, I don't know, dressed up?" Mike asks distractedly.
"Oh, I was just about to go out with some friends, you know go guy hunting." I say laughing lightly. "See you later." I grab my bag and hurry out of the apartment and run down the stairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I burst out crying, I stayed there for a good ten minutes before composing my self and fixing my make-up using my reflection in the window. I head out to Gilman's to meet a guy, any guy, just to get my mind off Tre.
"Myla, wake up." Tre says nudging me awake with his elbow. "We're landing now."
"Okay." I say as I rub my eyes, "Hey, you actually let me sleep."
"Yeah well, your mp3 player had enough good songs to keep me occupied."
"Okay." I stretch my arms out in front of me.
"When we land, I need you to get me something."
"Gofer at your service."
"I need you to find me a hooker."
"Jeez, no way Tre." I say as he smirks evilly, "Mike said coffee and stuff, not hookers."
"But I'm all alone."
"That makes two of us then." I say rolling me eyes.
"Then I'll have to yank the yodeler."
"Fine yank the yodeler."
