Part Two, chapter 7
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitching a ride
Green Day and Violet had invented a lot of games together since Billie and her started dating.
One called 'Mercy' when one of them would stretch his hand and another one would start hitting it until the person attacked yelled 'Mercy'.
Yes, some of their games were harsh.
Sometimes they would all sit by the window and look at the cars passing by, guessing what kind of person was driving, where he or she was going and stuff like that. They called that game 'wheels'.
"Oooh... I think we have a celebrity joining us!" said Tre once he saw a black limo, driving along.
"Who do you think is in it?" asked Violet, standing on her toes, trying to see. Mike was in front of her and Mike is a tall guy.
"I think Elvis is in it." Tre simply said, not finding anything strange in what he had just told everybody.
"Elvis?" the rest of them asked in unison.
"Yeah... "
"THE Elvis? The 'Viva Las Vegas', 'Love Me Tender', Swinging-Hips Elvis?" Billie insisted.
"Yeah... some think he's not dead. He just pretends to be dead. So who is able to say that there is not even a 0, 0001% of a chance that Elvis was in that limo?"
Billie looked at Mike, Mike looked at Violet and she then looked back at Tre. "How you manage to make the craziest thing seem reasonable is beyond me." She told him and everybody started laughing.
"So what exactly is Elvis doing here?" Mike played along.
"Probably came to see us. I think we are his favorite band."
"Then we should go look for him. I mean we don't want to reject Elvis do we?" Violet continued.
"Naahh... He's probably really old and crappy and I don't think I can keep it a secret if I actually meet him... so let's leave it like that." Tre suggested just when a loud cry was heard from one of the rooms.
"Excuse me; the only sane human beings of my house need a change of diapers." Violet apologized and went to her son and daughter, giving Billie a quick kiss on her way.
"Here's another one passing!" Billie pointed to a red car outside.
"Young chic going to fuck her older boyfriend. She is probably the mistress of someone rich who is also married with children studying away at college." Tre again seemed absolutely sure.
Violet came back having her four-month-old son in her arms. "Jack wants his daddy." She said, smiling and handed the baby to Billie who accepted him, gladly, gave him a kiss on the forehead, let his little head rest on his shoulder and started patting his back.
"How do you know when they want Billie instead of you?" Mike questioned curiously.
"Tre knows the genealogical tree of every driver that passes by our place and I wouldn't know when my babies need their father? What kind of a mother you think I am?" Violet joked.
"Sorry didn't mean to offend... "
"Mikey I was just teasing." She cut him off before he would continue. Billie was still holding his son, who had his tiny arms close to his father's neck and was breathing softly as he was ready to surrender to a carefree sleep.
How great it is when you are a baby. There are no troubles to mess your mind up.
"Oh Estelle read your first review by the way... " Mike informed Violet and Billie could see her face lighting up. "And?" she asked impatiently.
"She was just thrilled to see your name printed. And I don't think she's ever going to see that movie now... And of course neither will I."
Jack was now officially asleep but Billie still didn't want to let him. He kept patting him, watching how his eyes were slightly opened, and knowing that his son was dreaming.
"Hey, BMW coming BMW coming!" Tre yelled.
"Man shut it you're gonna wake him up!" Billie warned his band mate.
"Hey Jack's out! Well done baby." Violet took Jack from Billie and kissed him again, this time a little longer. He felt her warm tongue slip in his mouth for just a second before pulling away and disappearing in the babies' room again.
"Mine's better." Billie insisted once he too saw the BMW Tre was talking about.
"Yeah but the guy who drives this is better looking than you." Tre informed him. "But right now he's going to visit his parents so don't feel jealous."
"Oh I thought he would have a hot date." Mike wondered.
"Yes, later on. It's early."
Billie laughed and took another beer from the fridge.
"I don't feel jealous of either his looks, his visit to his parents or his hot date. My hot date is permanent so I win anyway. BMW guy sucks." Once Violet came out of the room Billie knew he had to pray for dear life. She had that look he very rarely saw and whenever he did, it was clearly something he would remember for the rest of his life.
He read lust in her eyes.
They were sparkling like two black diamonds. Her smile was barely visible and the way she moved around him was just nothing like the girl who had given birth to his children some months ago.
This was the sexiest woman to have ever set foot on the planet.
And even though he always longed for making love to his adorable girlfriend and do anything he could to please her... boy, did he like those transmissions of hers. She had her way to never let him lose interest in her. Not that he ever would.
"What BMW guy?" she asked.
"The one who just passed by and according to Tre is visiting his parents." Billie answered, grinning and already starting to feel eager.
"Oh is that so?" she giggled. Her laugh even was different.
"Yeah" Tre replied. "But he also has a hot date afterwards."
Violet turned to Billie and shot him a smile. "Well lucky him." She said.
"Guys it's kind of getting late and my children will start to get all whining in a little bit so can we continue with the game tomorrow?" she asked nicely. Yep, now she was in charge of everything. The guys left without complaining, Tre still narrating BMW guy's life story.
As soon as the door closed, Violet approached her boyfriend, slowly, carefully playing with his eagerness and gave him a tiny kiss on his chin.
"So Jack and Patti are both asleep... " he started saying but was interrupted by her index finger on his mouth.
"We don't have to debate over this baby." She whispered before she let her hands go underneath his shirt and started caressing his body.
"Oh God..." he moaned.
This was going to be a long, ecstatic night for him.
Green Day and Violet had invented a lot of games together since Billie and her started dating.
One called 'Mercy' when one of them would stretch his hand and another one would start hitting it until the person attacked yelled 'Mercy'.
Yes, some of their games were harsh.
Sometimes they would all sit by the window and look at the cars passing by, guessing what kind of person was driving, where he or she was going and stuff like that. They called that game 'wheels'.
"Oooh... I think we have a celebrity joining us!" said Tre once he saw a black limo, driving along.
"Who do you think is in it?" asked Violet, standing on her toes, trying to see. Mike was in front of her and Mike is a tall guy.
"I think Elvis is in it." Tre simply said, not finding anything strange in what he had just told everybody.
"Elvis?" the rest of them asked in unison.
"Yeah... "
"THE Elvis? The 'Viva Las Vegas', 'Love Me Tender', Swinging-Hips Elvis?" Billie insisted.
"Yeah... some think he's not dead. He just pretends to be dead. So who is able to say that there is not even a 0, 0001% of a chance that Elvis was in that limo?"
Billie looked at Mike, Mike looked at Violet and she then looked back at Tre. "How you manage to make the craziest thing seem reasonable is beyond me." She told him and everybody started laughing.
"So what exactly is Elvis doing here?" Mike played along.
"Probably came to see us. I think we are his favorite band."
"Then we should go look for him. I mean we don't want to reject Elvis do we?" Violet continued.
"Naahh... He's probably really old and crappy and I don't think I can keep it a secret if I actually meet him... so let's leave it like that." Tre suggested just when a loud cry was heard from one of the rooms.
"Excuse me; the only sane human beings of my house need a change of diapers." Violet apologized and went to her son and daughter, giving Billie a quick kiss on her way.
"Here's another one passing!" Billie pointed to a red car outside.
"Young chic going to fuck her older boyfriend. She is probably the mistress of someone rich who is also married with children studying away at college." Tre again seemed absolutely sure.
Violet came back having her four-month-old son in her arms. "Jack wants his daddy." She said, smiling and handed the baby to Billie who accepted him, gladly, gave him a kiss on the forehead, let his little head rest on his shoulder and started patting his back.
"How do you know when they want Billie instead of you?" Mike questioned curiously.
"Tre knows the genealogical tree of every driver that passes by our place and I wouldn't know when my babies need their father? What kind of a mother you think I am?" Violet joked.
"Sorry didn't mean to offend... "
"Mikey I was just teasing." She cut him off before he would continue. Billie was still holding his son, who had his tiny arms close to his father's neck and was breathing softly as he was ready to surrender to a carefree sleep.
How great it is when you are a baby. There are no troubles to mess your mind up.
"Oh Estelle read your first review by the way... " Mike informed Violet and Billie could see her face lighting up. "And?" she asked impatiently.
"She was just thrilled to see your name printed. And I don't think she's ever going to see that movie now... And of course neither will I."
Jack was now officially asleep but Billie still didn't want to let him. He kept patting him, watching how his eyes were slightly opened, and knowing that his son was dreaming.
"Hey, BMW coming BMW coming!" Tre yelled.
"Man shut it you're gonna wake him up!" Billie warned his band mate.
"Hey Jack's out! Well done baby." Violet took Jack from Billie and kissed him again, this time a little longer. He felt her warm tongue slip in his mouth for just a second before pulling away and disappearing in the babies' room again.
"Mine's better." Billie insisted once he too saw the BMW Tre was talking about.
"Yeah but the guy who drives this is better looking than you." Tre informed him. "But right now he's going to visit his parents so don't feel jealous."
"Oh I thought he would have a hot date." Mike wondered.
"Yes, later on. It's early."
Billie laughed and took another beer from the fridge.
"I don't feel jealous of either his looks, his visit to his parents or his hot date. My hot date is permanent so I win anyway. BMW guy sucks." Once Violet came out of the room Billie knew he had to pray for dear life. She had that look he very rarely saw and whenever he did, it was clearly something he would remember for the rest of his life.
He read lust in her eyes.
They were sparkling like two black diamonds. Her smile was barely visible and the way she moved around him was just nothing like the girl who had given birth to his children some months ago.
This was the sexiest woman to have ever set foot on the planet.
And even though he always longed for making love to his adorable girlfriend and do anything he could to please her... boy, did he like those transmissions of hers. She had her way to never let him lose interest in her. Not that he ever would.
"What BMW guy?" she asked.
"The one who just passed by and according to Tre is visiting his parents." Billie answered, grinning and already starting to feel eager.
"Oh is that so?" she giggled. Her laugh even was different.
"Yeah" Tre replied. "But he also has a hot date afterwards."
Violet turned to Billie and shot him a smile. "Well lucky him." She said.
"Guys it's kind of getting late and my children will start to get all whining in a little bit so can we continue with the game tomorrow?" she asked nicely. Yep, now she was in charge of everything. The guys left without complaining, Tre still narrating BMW guy's life story.
As soon as the door closed, Violet approached her boyfriend, slowly, carefully playing with his eagerness and gave him a tiny kiss on his chin.
"So Jack and Patti are both asleep... " he started saying but was interrupted by her index finger on his mouth.
"We don't have to debate over this baby." She whispered before she let her hands go underneath his shirt and started caressing his body.
"Oh God..." he moaned.
This was going to be a long, ecstatic night for him.
