The best love she ever had, chapter 10
I jump in front of Billie to block Mike from another hit.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! AM I NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO A FRIEND IVE KNOWN FOR 5 YEARS?" I yell at Billie angerily.
"Go upstairs! I have to help Mike. NOW BILLIE!"
Billie turns around and heads for the stairs while I pick Mike up off the ground.
"I'm so sorry Mike..." I say as I dab a wet cloth on his lip.
"It's okay. It's not the first blow I've received from Billie, and it wasn't your fault anyways."
I get up and head to the refrigerator, grabbing a bag and filling it up with ice cubes.
I sit down and lift mikes chin up to apple the ice perfectly to his lip.
I look at his eyes, I remember they've always been a rare yet beautiful hue of blue.
"I should go," Mike says after a few seconds.
He stand's up and grabs his jacket.
I hand him his ice and kiss him on the cheek.
"Call me if you need me."
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed.
I get up and look around the house, noticing Billie must have already headed off to practice.
I step into the kitchen and grab a coffee cup.
I walk to the coffee pot to see a piece of paper leaning against it.
"Darlene."
I could tell it was Billie's handwriting.
Not wanting to read his so-called "sympathetic" letter so early in the morning, I place it on the counter and proceed to getting my much needed coffee fix.
I sit down and flip on the living room t.v.
Commercial.
Commercial.
commercial.
"God dammit," I say out loud, looking up to the clock.
'10:58' Realizing that basically means commercials on every channel for the next 2 minutes, I get up to refill my coffee.
As I walk back I grab the letter, figuring i'd read it during the next commercial break.
I sit back down and start flipping through channel's.
The Golden Girls.
Room Raiders.
Some spanish show.
"TANK GIRL!" I yell out loud, getting comfortable to watch my favorite movie.
After it ends I get up and head to the computer.
'2 new emails'
Stupid little pop up thing.
I head to my email page, seeing one from Tre, one from Mike.
I click on Tre's first, curious as to what he had to say today.
Yo!
I wrote you a song today. It's called 'That sexy little bitch.'
Come by the studio and i'll give you a personal show. ;)
Love your sexxxxxx-a-licious Tre
He always knows what to say to make me laugh... in a weird way.
I press the back button and click on Mike's.
Hey Darlene, I hope you get this.
I'm sorry I left so fast last night, I was just really tired.
.....And now Rob's yelling at me to go and finish some recording.
Gawwwwd.
I was hoping you were online, but since not i'll be on tonight.. around 7.
I'll talk to you then.
Missing you already.
Mike x
I found myself smiling.
"I wish Billie wrote me emails.." I thought.
"Wait... Billie. The letter!" I walk over to the couch and pick up the letter,opening it as I walk back to my laptop.
[i]
'Hello lovely.
I know you hate when I go on and on about how sorry I am, so i'll cut this short.
I know what I did was wrong, and I AM immensely sorry, to you and Mike.
I realize I don't deserve either of you to forgive me, so I won't ask.
All I'm going to say is that no matter if you forgive me or not, I love you. And I will until the day I die.
If you forgive me, please call me by 1. I'll keep my cell on.
If you don't, then I'll sleep in the studio tonight so I don't bug you.
Love Bill'
I look over to the clock. '2:06'
Fucking shit.
I grab my phone and try to call him anyway.
Ring.
Ring.
Hey its Billie. Leave me a message if you want, and if not well... fuck you.
Beeep.
I hang up, figuring i'll just try again later.
I look back at my computer and hit reply.
Mike, did you really just say gawd? How valley girl of you.
Anywho, I might be a little late, you know me and keeping time.. but I will be here.
Can't wait.
Lovelovelove xxx
I push my hair out of my face and rub my eyes.
I look over to the clock. '7:12'
That's what I get for taking a nap.
I pull myself up and walk down to my computer.
Thank god I don't have to get dressed.
I sign on.
bassman01: I am not a valley girl!
Sanfrangirl: I was kidding. But you would look kinda cute in a nice little sundress and chanel glasses.
bassman01: Oh yeah.. you know it. I MISSED YOU!
Sanfrangirl: Haha, awww, I missed you too my pretty little valley girl.
bassman01: I'm never going to live that down am I. Gawwwwd.
Sanfrangirl: Haha nope. Get used to it boy.
bassman01: I guess i'll have too. What are you doing tonight?
Sanfrangirl: Talking to you and probably gonna gain about 5 lbs thank's to all the ice cream i'll be chugging.
bassman01: Chug it with me! We can go get some together.
Sanfrangirl: Haha, desire another beating eh?
bassman01: Not really, but if I did get beat again it'd be worth it.
Sanfrangirl: Haha ok, I guess I can't turn down a little ice cream and night time strolling.
bassman01: Awesome! Be there in 10.
I jog upstairs and pull on some decent clothes, running a brush through my hair a bit.
Having a minute left I decide to sit on the porch and try Billie's phone.
Mike pulls up as I flip my phone shut, and I jump in.
'Who were you calling?" Mike says, after a minute of silence.
"Oh, Billie.. he wrote me a letter saying sorry, and he said he would stay and sleep in the studio if I didnt call by 1.. and well, I was late and he won't turn back on his phone."
Mike nods and turns into a little ice cream parlor at the beginning of town.
We both order rocky road and walk out of the store to take a stroll.
"Did you ever try calling the studio phone?" Mike says randomly.
"No!" I say, yanking my phone out of my purse and pressing in the studio number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Fucker." I slam my phone shut and go back to walking.
"He didn't answer?" Mike asks.
"No... I feel so bad," I say, looking down to my feet.
".... Something's wrong," Mike says as I turn my head to look at him.
"What?"
"Billie always picks up that phone... always. I just have a gut feeling something is wrong," He says, looking worried.
I look at him and nod. We both start to run back to his car, dropping our ice cream on the sidewalk.
We pull up to the studio door and jump out.
We jog down the hall and Mike pulls out his key and opens the door.
Darkness.
We look all around the studio, screaming his name.
"BILLIE! BILLIE WHERE ARE YOU?" I yell, running around the second studio room.
I turn my body around and look behind the drum's.
"MIKE!" I yell as loud as I can.
Mike come's rushing and stop's, seeing what i'm seeing.
Billie.
My Billie.
Laying there, on the floor.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! AM I NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO A FRIEND IVE KNOWN FOR 5 YEARS?" I yell at Billie angerily.
"Go upstairs! I have to help Mike. NOW BILLIE!"
Billie turns around and heads for the stairs while I pick Mike up off the ground.
"I'm so sorry Mike..." I say as I dab a wet cloth on his lip.
"It's okay. It's not the first blow I've received from Billie, and it wasn't your fault anyways."
I get up and head to the refrigerator, grabbing a bag and filling it up with ice cubes.
I sit down and lift mikes chin up to apple the ice perfectly to his lip.
I look at his eyes, I remember they've always been a rare yet beautiful hue of blue.
"I should go," Mike says after a few seconds.
He stand's up and grabs his jacket.
I hand him his ice and kiss him on the cheek.
"Call me if you need me."
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed.
I get up and look around the house, noticing Billie must have already headed off to practice.
I step into the kitchen and grab a coffee cup.
I walk to the coffee pot to see a piece of paper leaning against it.
"Darlene."
I could tell it was Billie's handwriting.
Not wanting to read his so-called "sympathetic" letter so early in the morning, I place it on the counter and proceed to getting my much needed coffee fix.
I sit down and flip on the living room t.v.
Commercial.
Commercial.
commercial.
"God dammit," I say out loud, looking up to the clock.
'10:58' Realizing that basically means commercials on every channel for the next 2 minutes, I get up to refill my coffee.
As I walk back I grab the letter, figuring i'd read it during the next commercial break.
I sit back down and start flipping through channel's.
The Golden Girls.
Room Raiders.
Some spanish show.
"TANK GIRL!" I yell out loud, getting comfortable to watch my favorite movie.
After it ends I get up and head to the computer.
'2 new emails'
Stupid little pop up thing.
I head to my email page, seeing one from Tre, one from Mike.
I click on Tre's first, curious as to what he had to say today.
Yo!
I wrote you a song today. It's called 'That sexy little bitch.'
Come by the studio and i'll give you a personal show. ;)
Love your sexxxxxx-a-licious Tre
He always knows what to say to make me laugh... in a weird way.
I press the back button and click on Mike's.
Hey Darlene, I hope you get this.
I'm sorry I left so fast last night, I was just really tired.
.....And now Rob's yelling at me to go and finish some recording.
Gawwwwd.
I was hoping you were online, but since not i'll be on tonight.. around 7.
I'll talk to you then.
Missing you already.
Mike x
I found myself smiling.
"I wish Billie wrote me emails.." I thought.
"Wait... Billie. The letter!" I walk over to the couch and pick up the letter,opening it as I walk back to my laptop.
[i]
'Hello lovely.
I know you hate when I go on and on about how sorry I am, so i'll cut this short.
I know what I did was wrong, and I AM immensely sorry, to you and Mike.
I realize I don't deserve either of you to forgive me, so I won't ask.
All I'm going to say is that no matter if you forgive me or not, I love you. And I will until the day I die.
If you forgive me, please call me by 1. I'll keep my cell on.
If you don't, then I'll sleep in the studio tonight so I don't bug you.
Love Bill'
I look over to the clock. '2:06'
Fucking shit.
I grab my phone and try to call him anyway.
Ring.
Ring.
Hey its Billie. Leave me a message if you want, and if not well... fuck you.
Beeep.
I hang up, figuring i'll just try again later.
I look back at my computer and hit reply.
Mike, did you really just say gawd? How valley girl of you.
Anywho, I might be a little late, you know me and keeping time.. but I will be here.
Can't wait.
Lovelovelove xxx
I push my hair out of my face and rub my eyes.
I look over to the clock. '7:12'
That's what I get for taking a nap.
I pull myself up and walk down to my computer.
Thank god I don't have to get dressed.
I sign on.
bassman01: I am not a valley girl!
Sanfrangirl: I was kidding. But you would look kinda cute in a nice little sundress and chanel glasses.
bassman01: Oh yeah.. you know it. I MISSED YOU!
Sanfrangirl: Haha, awww, I missed you too my pretty little valley girl.
bassman01: I'm never going to live that down am I. Gawwwwd.
Sanfrangirl: Haha nope. Get used to it boy.
bassman01: I guess i'll have too. What are you doing tonight?
Sanfrangirl: Talking to you and probably gonna gain about 5 lbs thank's to all the ice cream i'll be chugging.
bassman01: Chug it with me! We can go get some together.
Sanfrangirl: Haha, desire another beating eh?
bassman01: Not really, but if I did get beat again it'd be worth it.
Sanfrangirl: Haha ok, I guess I can't turn down a little ice cream and night time strolling.
bassman01: Awesome! Be there in 10.
I jog upstairs and pull on some decent clothes, running a brush through my hair a bit.
Having a minute left I decide to sit on the porch and try Billie's phone.
Mike pulls up as I flip my phone shut, and I jump in.
'Who were you calling?" Mike says, after a minute of silence.
"Oh, Billie.. he wrote me a letter saying sorry, and he said he would stay and sleep in the studio if I didnt call by 1.. and well, I was late and he won't turn back on his phone."
Mike nods and turns into a little ice cream parlor at the beginning of town.
We both order rocky road and walk out of the store to take a stroll.
"Did you ever try calling the studio phone?" Mike says randomly.
"No!" I say, yanking my phone out of my purse and pressing in the studio number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Fucker." I slam my phone shut and go back to walking.
"He didn't answer?" Mike asks.
"No... I feel so bad," I say, looking down to my feet.
".... Something's wrong," Mike says as I turn my head to look at him.
"What?"
"Billie always picks up that phone... always. I just have a gut feeling something is wrong," He says, looking worried.
I look at him and nod. We both start to run back to his car, dropping our ice cream on the sidewalk.
We pull up to the studio door and jump out.
We jog down the hall and Mike pulls out his key and opens the door.
Darkness.
We look all around the studio, screaming his name.
"BILLIE! BILLIE WHERE ARE YOU?" I yell, running around the second studio room.
I turn my body around and look behind the drum's.
"MIKE!" I yell as loud as I can.
Mike come's rushing and stop's, seeing what i'm seeing.
Billie.
My Billie.
Laying there, on the floor.
