All The Good Titles Were Taken...So We Used This One!, chapter 3
Mike woke up with a banging headache. He groaned and cursed under his breath. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he rotated his neck. Running a hand through his hair he got up and made his way towards the mini-kitchen. Unluckily he walked straight into the door frame, making him feel even more like shit. Then he remembered that they were taking Jamie and Ashley out for breakfast. He did like Jamie and Ashley, don't get him wrong, but the guys had only met them a few hours ago, and already they had left him for them. And he was never gonna try Billie's food again. It didn't agree with him. Then Billie walked in looking like Superman himself.
"What a Beautiful day it is!" Billie said with a wide grin on his face.
"That food has gone to your head." Mike grumbled.
"You haven't forgotten we're taking the girls to breakfast have you?"
"How can I forget, because you can't seem to drop the damn subject?" Mike said angrily. "Where's fuzzball this morning?" Billie stopped. Should he tell Mike? Nah.
"He's in the lobby waiting for us." Billie grabbed his cell phone. Finding Tré's name in his contact list, Billie messaged Tré warning him to get to the lobby... NOW! Mike, oh so predictably grabbed a mug with the slogan 'Coffee Addict' and poured himself a coffee. Sloping off Mike went for a shower. It might just clear his head. Billie went over to Jamie and lightly shook her.
"Wakey, wakey sunshine, get up time for another day." Billie said cheerfully. Oh no he's a morning person thought Jamie. Jamie groaned and asked what time it was.
"Oh it's 11." Billie said matter-of-factly.
"Am or Pm," Jamie groaned.
"Would you be mad if I said pm?" Billie asked joking.
"Yeah, I would have missed your concert!" Jamie sat up quickly.
"Well it's your lucky day because it's am! Anyway get up sleeping beauty and go in the en suite. Mike's taken over the bathroom, so he'll be forever." Jamie walked off to get ready.
Meanwhile Tré and Ashley were already ready. Ashley was wearing a black tank-top and baggy pants and singing Longview loud and out of key. Tré was wearing his usual shirt and tie. They both had huge grins plastered across their faces (You know why! ). They took the elevator to the lobby and sat and waited. The first person to emerge was an old woman sporting a Zimmer-frame. Tré saw her and poked Ashley. He mouthed 'Watch this, ' and went over to the old woman.
"Excuse me ma'am but the lobby is closed. You'll have to vacate the area."
"Really? I was told that it was open at all hours. I need to see the manager about our facilities."
"Well the manager has unfortunately just suffered a bout of amnesia so he won't be able to help you out at the precise moment." While this was going on, Ashley was trying not to laugh. Just trust Tré to do something like that.
Mike climbed into the elevator. Was he gonna feel better for the concert later? It took forever to get psyched up for a performance. Mike laughed to himself. When he arrived at the lobby, he stepped out to see Tré being attacked by an old woman and Ashley almost wetting herself with laughter. When the woman left, Tré sat next to Ashley and kissed her. Mike stood stock still. What was going on here? First he finds out Jamie is asleep on their couch and now Tré was kissing a girl he'd met yesterday! Wait that must have been where he was last night! What's next Billie admits undying love for that Janey? Wait or was it Jamie. He couldn't care less.
***
Jamie came out the shower. She pulled on her black shirt and red tie. And then for the life of her she couldn't find her pants or her belt. In the room next-door Billie was laughing his head off. She'd never guess he'd taken her pants and belt.
"Billie?"
"Yeah?" He said, covering the giggles bubbling up inside him.
"I don't know how to say this... But my pants and my belt have run off. Have you seen them?" Billie keeled over laughing. Jamie heard a muffled laugh from the other side of the door. She stuck her head round the door. She then saw her pants on the back of the couch. She frowned. She was sure that she'd brought them in the bathroom... Wait a second. Billie. Jamie cleared her throat loudly. Billie turned slowly around and the color drained from his face. She'd caught him red-handed (or red tied). how does Tré pull these off? Billie thought to himself.
***
"I don't remember my pants being on the back of the couch when I got in the shower... Do you Billie Joe?" Jamie asked, her head still round the door.
"Umm, yeah." Billie said uneasily. Man he was shit at lying.
"Umm, no because I took them and my belt in the bathroom with me, so if you'd be so kind, I would like them back." She crooked her finger towards her pants. Billie reluctantly handed them and the belt over. She smirked.
"Don't pretend it wasn't you. I'm not that stupid!" Jamie laughed. Billie smiled and went and sat on the couch. He could hear her strapping up the belt. He thought about daring to ask her if she needed help putting it on, as she sounded like she was having trouble. He dared.
"You sound like you need a hand there?" Billie said not realising that he was flirting. From inside the bathroom, Jamie's face turned to shock. What had he just said?
"What?"
"I said do you need a hand with that?" He called back. Jamie of course was honestly having trouble. Her belt kept slipping down and unfastening, stupid studs. Then she heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. Shit! she thought.
***
"Hello? Anyone there?" Billie said looking a bit confused. Jamie then slipped on yet another bath mat. What was it with her and bath mats? Billie opened the door to find Jamie with her right hand stuck between her belt and her pants, and her head in the bath. Unfortunately, Tré had been running a bath last night, but had forgotten all about it when he'd gone to Ashley.
***
"What happened to you?" Billie asked looking worried. Jamie looked drenched.
"I slipped on another fucking bath mat and managed to fall in a FULL bath!" Jamie replied. Billie helped her out the bath and apologized.
"It wasn't your fault; I was stupid enough to leave my pants in a reachable range of the door." Billie blushed and apologized again. Then he wrapped a towel round her and sat on the couch. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Jamie shivered as the water had been typically cold.
***
"I'm fucking freezing," was all she could say.
"Aww poor baby," Billie cooed, and then kissed her on the cheek...
"Where the fuck is Billie!" Mike said pacing, obviously needing his second coffee of the day. Ashley was more worried about Jamie. She hadn't actually found out if Jamie had come back from her walk yet. Then Mike's cell phone beeped. He almost had a heart attack.
Can't come down, big dilemma upstairs. Talk later. Billie.
Mike read it out loud and Tré wolf whistled obviously getting the wrong idea. Then Mike turned on him and started jeering at Tré and Ashley.
"Tré got laid, Tré got laid!" Mike sang.
Ashley had an answer for that, "Just cuz Mike DIDN'T, just cuz Mike DIDN'T!" Meanwhile Tré amused himself with a yo-yo. Then he'd had enough he cut in.
"Ladies, Ladies! Enough you're disturbing the peace, and Ashley we know that Mike's jealous of you because you were with me last night. So why isn't Billie coming down again?" Tré asked trying to change the subject. Mike handed over his cell. Tré read it and handed it back.
"Oh-ho-ho. Dilemma huh, my bu...," he got cut off as Mike interrupted.
"Billie isn't a whore, Tré. Unlike some people I could mention." Mike mumbled.
"He- he didn't mean that... He's not had his coffee yet, he's a little distracted today."
"No I meant you." Mike said looking directly at Tré. At this he walked off leaving a dazed and amazed Ashley and Tré in his dust.
"What a Beautiful day it is!" Billie said with a wide grin on his face.
"That food has gone to your head." Mike grumbled.
"You haven't forgotten we're taking the girls to breakfast have you?"
"How can I forget, because you can't seem to drop the damn subject?" Mike said angrily. "Where's fuzzball this morning?" Billie stopped. Should he tell Mike? Nah.
"He's in the lobby waiting for us." Billie grabbed his cell phone. Finding Tré's name in his contact list, Billie messaged Tré warning him to get to the lobby... NOW! Mike, oh so predictably grabbed a mug with the slogan 'Coffee Addict' and poured himself a coffee. Sloping off Mike went for a shower. It might just clear his head. Billie went over to Jamie and lightly shook her.
"Wakey, wakey sunshine, get up time for another day." Billie said cheerfully. Oh no he's a morning person thought Jamie. Jamie groaned and asked what time it was.
"Oh it's 11." Billie said matter-of-factly.
"Am or Pm," Jamie groaned.
"Would you be mad if I said pm?" Billie asked joking.
"Yeah, I would have missed your concert!" Jamie sat up quickly.
"Well it's your lucky day because it's am! Anyway get up sleeping beauty and go in the en suite. Mike's taken over the bathroom, so he'll be forever." Jamie walked off to get ready.
Meanwhile Tré and Ashley were already ready. Ashley was wearing a black tank-top and baggy pants and singing Longview loud and out of key. Tré was wearing his usual shirt and tie. They both had huge grins plastered across their faces (You know why! ). They took the elevator to the lobby and sat and waited. The first person to emerge was an old woman sporting a Zimmer-frame. Tré saw her and poked Ashley. He mouthed 'Watch this, ' and went over to the old woman.
"Excuse me ma'am but the lobby is closed. You'll have to vacate the area."
"Really? I was told that it was open at all hours. I need to see the manager about our facilities."
"Well the manager has unfortunately just suffered a bout of amnesia so he won't be able to help you out at the precise moment." While this was going on, Ashley was trying not to laugh. Just trust Tré to do something like that.
Mike climbed into the elevator. Was he gonna feel better for the concert later? It took forever to get psyched up for a performance. Mike laughed to himself. When he arrived at the lobby, he stepped out to see Tré being attacked by an old woman and Ashley almost wetting herself with laughter. When the woman left, Tré sat next to Ashley and kissed her. Mike stood stock still. What was going on here? First he finds out Jamie is asleep on their couch and now Tré was kissing a girl he'd met yesterday! Wait that must have been where he was last night! What's next Billie admits undying love for that Janey? Wait or was it Jamie. He couldn't care less.
***
Jamie came out the shower. She pulled on her black shirt and red tie. And then for the life of her she couldn't find her pants or her belt. In the room next-door Billie was laughing his head off. She'd never guess he'd taken her pants and belt.
"Billie?"
"Yeah?" He said, covering the giggles bubbling up inside him.
"I don't know how to say this... But my pants and my belt have run off. Have you seen them?" Billie keeled over laughing. Jamie heard a muffled laugh from the other side of the door. She stuck her head round the door. She then saw her pants on the back of the couch. She frowned. She was sure that she'd brought them in the bathroom... Wait a second. Billie. Jamie cleared her throat loudly. Billie turned slowly around and the color drained from his face. She'd caught him red-handed (or red tied). how does Tré pull these off? Billie thought to himself.
***
"I don't remember my pants being on the back of the couch when I got in the shower... Do you Billie Joe?" Jamie asked, her head still round the door.
"Umm, yeah." Billie said uneasily. Man he was shit at lying.
"Umm, no because I took them and my belt in the bathroom with me, so if you'd be so kind, I would like them back." She crooked her finger towards her pants. Billie reluctantly handed them and the belt over. She smirked.
"Don't pretend it wasn't you. I'm not that stupid!" Jamie laughed. Billie smiled and went and sat on the couch. He could hear her strapping up the belt. He thought about daring to ask her if she needed help putting it on, as she sounded like she was having trouble. He dared.
"You sound like you need a hand there?" Billie said not realising that he was flirting. From inside the bathroom, Jamie's face turned to shock. What had he just said?
"What?"
"I said do you need a hand with that?" He called back. Jamie of course was honestly having trouble. Her belt kept slipping down and unfastening, stupid studs. Then she heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. Shit! she thought.
***
"Hello? Anyone there?" Billie said looking a bit confused. Jamie then slipped on yet another bath mat. What was it with her and bath mats? Billie opened the door to find Jamie with her right hand stuck between her belt and her pants, and her head in the bath. Unfortunately, Tré had been running a bath last night, but had forgotten all about it when he'd gone to Ashley.
***
"What happened to you?" Billie asked looking worried. Jamie looked drenched.
"I slipped on another fucking bath mat and managed to fall in a FULL bath!" Jamie replied. Billie helped her out the bath and apologized.
"It wasn't your fault; I was stupid enough to leave my pants in a reachable range of the door." Billie blushed and apologized again. Then he wrapped a towel round her and sat on the couch. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Jamie shivered as the water had been typically cold.
***
"I'm fucking freezing," was all she could say.
"Aww poor baby," Billie cooed, and then kissed her on the cheek...
"Where the fuck is Billie!" Mike said pacing, obviously needing his second coffee of the day. Ashley was more worried about Jamie. She hadn't actually found out if Jamie had come back from her walk yet. Then Mike's cell phone beeped. He almost had a heart attack.
Can't come down, big dilemma upstairs. Talk later. Billie.
Mike read it out loud and Tré wolf whistled obviously getting the wrong idea. Then Mike turned on him and started jeering at Tré and Ashley.
"Tré got laid, Tré got laid!" Mike sang.
Ashley had an answer for that, "Just cuz Mike DIDN'T, just cuz Mike DIDN'T!" Meanwhile Tré amused himself with a yo-yo. Then he'd had enough he cut in.
"Ladies, Ladies! Enough you're disturbing the peace, and Ashley we know that Mike's jealous of you because you were with me last night. So why isn't Billie coming down again?" Tré asked trying to change the subject. Mike handed over his cell. Tré read it and handed it back.
"Oh-ho-ho. Dilemma huh, my bu...," he got cut off as Mike interrupted.
"Billie isn't a whore, Tré. Unlike some people I could mention." Mike mumbled.
"He- he didn't mean that... He's not had his coffee yet, he's a little distracted today."
"No I meant you." Mike said looking directly at Tré. At this he walked off leaving a dazed and amazed Ashley and Tré in his dust.
