Family...Sux, chapter 2
Recap: "Shannen... Your real father is taking you for the summer... " My mother said.
"What?!" I yelled. The next day my father rang the doorbell and my mother opened it and I just stood there... Shocked... At who my father was.
"Shannen... Meet your father... Tre Cool... " My mom says unsure of my reaction.
My "father" just stood there in the hallway looking extremely uncomfortable being there with my mother and his daughter he hasn't seen for 16 years. He finally spoke up to break the very awkward silence that was rising between the three of us.
"Hi Shannen... " he tried to say confidently but it sounded very shaky and uncomfortable.
I just stood in the front door of my hallway speechless. I couldn't say anything back to him, I couldn't process this. this is not fucking real. This is a dream. I smiled to myself and turned to my mother.
"Hahahaha! Good one mom! You got me!" I start bursting out in laughter. Tre and my mother just looked at each other with bewilderment on their faces. They gave each other a what-the-fuck-is-she-talking-about looks to each other.
"Shannen... This isn't a joke... I'm being absolutely serious..." my mom said seriously.
Tre agreed and spoke up, "She's right..."
"I'M BEING PUNKED AREN'T I?!" I yell. "COME ON OUT ASHTON! YOU GOT ME!" I scream upstairs where the cameras where probably hidden. I kept on laughing for a long time still not realizing my mother and Tre were being absolutely serious. After I realized the cameras weren't coming out I turned to the two people standing in front of me (still not believing he was my father). It suddenly triggered my mind that Tre Cool was standing in front of me! my idol, the person I listened to forever, the person who I looked at every night before I went to sleep I stopped and pondered this for a second then I came to my senses This is not Tre Cool, it's probably my brother playing a trick on me because he always made fun of my obsession... I smiled again to myself and walked up to "Tre." I took my hands and began pulling on his face thinking it was a mask that my brother was wearing. My mother looked horrified and just stood there not knowing what to do while "Tre" was screaming and yelling at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelled at me trying to pull away from me.
"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE TRE!" my mother hissed back at him.
He mumbled back, "Sorry, BUT SHE'S FREAKIN PULLING MY FACE OFF!" I just kept on pulling there was no tomorrow.
"RYAN! I KNOW IT'S YOU! NICE DISGUISE BUT IT'S NOT FOOLING ANYONE!" I screamed continuing tugging on his face thinking it was a mask.
"Damn... You have this on really well... " I said.
"BECAUSE IT'S MY REAL FACE! GET OFF OF ME!" Tre screamed.
I stopped and I took a step back and just stood there thinking logically again. Ryan because A he was at his friend's house for the night B, that mask was on extremely well and it would've came off by now and C, my mom and brother would be laughing hysterically at this point if it was a joke... Okay... If it wasn't my brother playing a joke on me... Then who the hell is it?
I began, "Okay... You're obviously not my brother... So... Then... Who the hell are you?"
Tre began to get pissed, "I'M YOUR FUCKING FATHER! TRE COOL!"
"I SAID WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE TRE!" my mother screamed at him. "Shannen... This is seriously not a joke... This is Tre Cool... Yes, your idol, the drummer of Green Day, it's him Shannen! Trust me!" my mother continued
I got angry at my mom, "Trust you?! You want me to trust you after you lied to me for 16 years?! Fat chance!"
I turned back to Tre, "Okay... Fine... I'm going to ask you a few questions to see if your actually who you say you are."
He smirked, "Shoot."
"Okay... When's your birthday?"
"December 9, 1972," he answered bored. "Come on, challenge me."
"When's Mike Dirnt's birthday?"
"May 4, 1972."
"Okay, those questions were easy... Umm... How many kids do you have and what are their names?"
"Ramona, Frankito and you," He smirked at me when he said "you"
I blushed slightly but I still wasn't buying this. "Fine, last question... What happened when you were performing as a clown?"
"I fell of my unicycle and I lost one of my balls because the unicycle seat got stuck in me. Happy now?" he answered.
My eyes went wide, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOU ARE TRE COOL! OH MY GOD! I AM SOOO SORRY! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!"
I started jumping up and down acting like a stupid teenie. Tre just smirked glad that he proved who he was and my mother smiled a little also.
Tre smirked, "Why would you want your father's autograph?"
"Yea Shannen, that's stupid. You're going to be spending your summer with him so even if you did want your father's autograph, wouldn't you want to wait?"
I stopped jumping, "You guys are really serious about this father thing aren't you?"
"YES!" both of them yelled at the same time.
"Okay, geez... But I still don't really believe this. I mean, having Tre Cool at my doorstep is weird enough, let alone you telling me that he's my father. I'm sorry but I still need a little more proof..." I said.
"Okay, no problem honey... Come here... " my mother said leading me and Tre into the living room.
She sat us down on the couch and she went to the desk to get some papers. She came back and sat down while taking out some special papers from her briefcase. She got them out and set them on the table. I picked them up and began to read them. I realized they were papers stating that it was okay for Tre to take me for the summer. I looked at the bottom of the page and saw both their signatures. I set them down back on the table.
"Wow... This helps me a bit... But... "
"GOD DAMMIT SHANNEN! I'M YOUR FUCKING FATHER! BELIEVE IT! GOD!" Tre yelled getting a little sick of this.
"TRE! STOP CURSING OR YOUR NOT TAKING HER!" my mother screamed back at him. Tre immediately shut up.
"Umm... I know I already asked you questions but these last three are last one's okay Mr. Cool?" I said.
Tre laughed, "Ok... Just... Shannen... Call me Tre... Call me dad... Whatever just don't call me Mr. Cool... It makes me sound old."
I smiled, "Okay... What's my full name?"
"Shannen Katherine Spiess but your original name was Shannen Katherine Wright until your mother changed it," he answered confidently.
"When's my birthday?"
"June 3, 1992"
"Okay... If you get this question right, I will truly believe you're my father... "
He smiled sweetly at me, "Okay... Go... "
"What hospital was I born at?"
"Westchester," he answered coolly.
My heart stopped. I all of a sudden had nothing to say. My throat was clogged, my voice frozen, my body still. I could not move. I couldn't do anything at the moment.
"Shannen... Here... I want you too see something... " My mom said to me and handed me a piece of paper. I looked at it and I realized it was my birth certificate. I looked at the name, height, weight. But when I looked down at the Parent's line, it was official Tre Cool was my father. Mother: Katherine Fitzgerald, Father: Frank Edwin Wright III (Tre Cool). I just kept staring at it for an extremely long time. I finally was be able to speak,
"You... Just... Couldn't... Leave... Your stage name... Out... Could you?" I asked Tre.
He laughed and smiled, "Nope."
I smiled weakly and just kept sitting there going through a million thoughts in my head. Wow... This is unbelievable... This is so fucking unbelievable... My mother stood up and directed us back to the front door. She looked at me with eyes on the verge of tears.
"Shannen... I want to let you know... I'm extremely sorry and... I want you to have a good time... " she smiled weakly letting some tears escape her. I smiled back at her and hugged her.
"It's okay... I mean... My father is freaking Tre Cool... " I laughed crying a bit also.
She just laughed and embraced me for the last and final time. She let go and handed me an envelope that I could guess was money. I smiled and took it.
"Well, we have to go... Our jet leaves in about an hour... " Tre said ruining our moment. He picked up my bags and began to walk out the door. My mother stopped him.
"Tre... Take care of our daughter. She better not come home with colored streaks in her hair or any piercing," she said.
"Kath... This is me you're talking too... " he laughed. My mom laughed also.
"Okay... Get out of here you guys... Have fun... And you better call me... " she said to me.
"Okay mom... " I said rolling my eyes.
She laughed and opened the door for us. We left the house and I could hear the front door close behind us. I walked slowly behind my new father really nervous. We finally reached his huge BMW. I kind of just stood there gaping at the size of the car. Tre put my stuff in the back and climbed in the driver's seat. He rolled down the window.
"Hey! Are you coming or are you just going to stand there gaping at how bad ass this car looks?" he said out the window. I looked up and smiled at him. I opened the door and climbed in the passenger seat. I looked at my house for the last time I would in three months. I smiled as I saw my mother waving to us through the living room window. I waved back as I felt the BMW took off toward the airport.
"What?!" I yelled. The next day my father rang the doorbell and my mother opened it and I just stood there... Shocked... At who my father was.
"Shannen... Meet your father... Tre Cool... " My mom says unsure of my reaction.
My "father" just stood there in the hallway looking extremely uncomfortable being there with my mother and his daughter he hasn't seen for 16 years. He finally spoke up to break the very awkward silence that was rising between the three of us.
"Hi Shannen... " he tried to say confidently but it sounded very shaky and uncomfortable.
I just stood in the front door of my hallway speechless. I couldn't say anything back to him, I couldn't process this. this is not fucking real. This is a dream. I smiled to myself and turned to my mother.
"Hahahaha! Good one mom! You got me!" I start bursting out in laughter. Tre and my mother just looked at each other with bewilderment on their faces. They gave each other a what-the-fuck-is-she-talking-about looks to each other.
"Shannen... This isn't a joke... I'm being absolutely serious..." my mom said seriously.
Tre agreed and spoke up, "She's right..."
"I'M BEING PUNKED AREN'T I?!" I yell. "COME ON OUT ASHTON! YOU GOT ME!" I scream upstairs where the cameras where probably hidden. I kept on laughing for a long time still not realizing my mother and Tre were being absolutely serious. After I realized the cameras weren't coming out I turned to the two people standing in front of me (still not believing he was my father). It suddenly triggered my mind that Tre Cool was standing in front of me! my idol, the person I listened to forever, the person who I looked at every night before I went to sleep I stopped and pondered this for a second then I came to my senses This is not Tre Cool, it's probably my brother playing a trick on me because he always made fun of my obsession... I smiled again to myself and walked up to "Tre." I took my hands and began pulling on his face thinking it was a mask that my brother was wearing. My mother looked horrified and just stood there not knowing what to do while "Tre" was screaming and yelling at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelled at me trying to pull away from me.
"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE TRE!" my mother hissed back at him.
He mumbled back, "Sorry, BUT SHE'S FREAKIN PULLING MY FACE OFF!" I just kept on pulling there was no tomorrow.
"RYAN! I KNOW IT'S YOU! NICE DISGUISE BUT IT'S NOT FOOLING ANYONE!" I screamed continuing tugging on his face thinking it was a mask.
"Damn... You have this on really well... " I said.
"BECAUSE IT'S MY REAL FACE! GET OFF OF ME!" Tre screamed.
I stopped and I took a step back and just stood there thinking logically again. Ryan because A he was at his friend's house for the night B, that mask was on extremely well and it would've came off by now and C, my mom and brother would be laughing hysterically at this point if it was a joke... Okay... If it wasn't my brother playing a joke on me... Then who the hell is it?
I began, "Okay... You're obviously not my brother... So... Then... Who the hell are you?"
Tre began to get pissed, "I'M YOUR FUCKING FATHER! TRE COOL!"
"I SAID WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE TRE!" my mother screamed at him. "Shannen... This is seriously not a joke... This is Tre Cool... Yes, your idol, the drummer of Green Day, it's him Shannen! Trust me!" my mother continued
I got angry at my mom, "Trust you?! You want me to trust you after you lied to me for 16 years?! Fat chance!"
I turned back to Tre, "Okay... Fine... I'm going to ask you a few questions to see if your actually who you say you are."
He smirked, "Shoot."
"Okay... When's your birthday?"
"December 9, 1972," he answered bored. "Come on, challenge me."
"When's Mike Dirnt's birthday?"
"May 4, 1972."
"Okay, those questions were easy... Umm... How many kids do you have and what are their names?"
"Ramona, Frankito and you," He smirked at me when he said "you"
I blushed slightly but I still wasn't buying this. "Fine, last question... What happened when you were performing as a clown?"
"I fell of my unicycle and I lost one of my balls because the unicycle seat got stuck in me. Happy now?" he answered.
My eyes went wide, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOU ARE TRE COOL! OH MY GOD! I AM SOOO SORRY! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!"
I started jumping up and down acting like a stupid teenie. Tre just smirked glad that he proved who he was and my mother smiled a little also.
Tre smirked, "Why would you want your father's autograph?"
"Yea Shannen, that's stupid. You're going to be spending your summer with him so even if you did want your father's autograph, wouldn't you want to wait?"
I stopped jumping, "You guys are really serious about this father thing aren't you?"
"YES!" both of them yelled at the same time.
"Okay, geez... But I still don't really believe this. I mean, having Tre Cool at my doorstep is weird enough, let alone you telling me that he's my father. I'm sorry but I still need a little more proof..." I said.
"Okay, no problem honey... Come here... " my mother said leading me and Tre into the living room.
She sat us down on the couch and she went to the desk to get some papers. She came back and sat down while taking out some special papers from her briefcase. She got them out and set them on the table. I picked them up and began to read them. I realized they were papers stating that it was okay for Tre to take me for the summer. I looked at the bottom of the page and saw both their signatures. I set them down back on the table.
"Wow... This helps me a bit... But... "
"GOD DAMMIT SHANNEN! I'M YOUR FUCKING FATHER! BELIEVE IT! GOD!" Tre yelled getting a little sick of this.
"TRE! STOP CURSING OR YOUR NOT TAKING HER!" my mother screamed back at him. Tre immediately shut up.
"Umm... I know I already asked you questions but these last three are last one's okay Mr. Cool?" I said.
Tre laughed, "Ok... Just... Shannen... Call me Tre... Call me dad... Whatever just don't call me Mr. Cool... It makes me sound old."
I smiled, "Okay... What's my full name?"
"Shannen Katherine Spiess but your original name was Shannen Katherine Wright until your mother changed it," he answered confidently.
"When's my birthday?"
"June 3, 1992"
"Okay... If you get this question right, I will truly believe you're my father... "
He smiled sweetly at me, "Okay... Go... "
"What hospital was I born at?"
"Westchester," he answered coolly.
My heart stopped. I all of a sudden had nothing to say. My throat was clogged, my voice frozen, my body still. I could not move. I couldn't do anything at the moment.
"Shannen... Here... I want you too see something... " My mom said to me and handed me a piece of paper. I looked at it and I realized it was my birth certificate. I looked at the name, height, weight. But when I looked down at the Parent's line, it was official Tre Cool was my father. Mother: Katherine Fitzgerald, Father: Frank Edwin Wright III (Tre Cool). I just kept staring at it for an extremely long time. I finally was be able to speak,
"You... Just... Couldn't... Leave... Your stage name... Out... Could you?" I asked Tre.
He laughed and smiled, "Nope."
I smiled weakly and just kept sitting there going through a million thoughts in my head. Wow... This is unbelievable... This is so fucking unbelievable... My mother stood up and directed us back to the front door. She looked at me with eyes on the verge of tears.
"Shannen... I want to let you know... I'm extremely sorry and... I want you to have a good time... " she smiled weakly letting some tears escape her. I smiled back at her and hugged her.
"It's okay... I mean... My father is freaking Tre Cool... " I laughed crying a bit also.
She just laughed and embraced me for the last and final time. She let go and handed me an envelope that I could guess was money. I smiled and took it.
"Well, we have to go... Our jet leaves in about an hour... " Tre said ruining our moment. He picked up my bags and began to walk out the door. My mother stopped him.
"Tre... Take care of our daughter. She better not come home with colored streaks in her hair or any piercing," she said.
"Kath... This is me you're talking too... " he laughed. My mom laughed also.
"Okay... Get out of here you guys... Have fun... And you better call me... " she said to me.
"Okay mom... " I said rolling my eyes.
She laughed and opened the door for us. We left the house and I could hear the front door close behind us. I walked slowly behind my new father really nervous. We finally reached his huge BMW. I kind of just stood there gaping at the size of the car. Tre put my stuff in the back and climbed in the driver's seat. He rolled down the window.
"Hey! Are you coming or are you just going to stand there gaping at how bad ass this car looks?" he said out the window. I looked up and smiled at him. I opened the door and climbed in the passenger seat. I looked at my house for the last time I would in three months. I smiled as I saw my mother waving to us through the living room window. I waved back as I felt the BMW took off toward the airport.
