Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 6
*Several weeks later*
Chilli's POV
Mike walks into the room, tears flooding rapidly down his face.
"Bee's gone." He sobs, "She left me."
"Oh no Mikey!" I stand up and walk quickly to my crying friend, "Did she say why?"
"We...we had a fight," Mike stutters as Billie re-enters, with some coffee and passes cups around, Tré watches the bass player intently, "She said that... that I was too involved in the band...that I didn't have any time for her...she...she left... she said she was going back to her ex-boyfriend."
I choke on my coffee and stare at Mike in disbelief, "You're kidding!! Right?!" Mike shakes his head and frowns in confusment, "Oh fuck! She can't go back to Mitch! He dumped her right after they slept together. He hit her! He broke her arm twice!"
Mike looks startled and his jaw drops, as he thinks of what this Mitch person could do to his now ex-girlfriend.
I leap to my feet and grab my phone as Clare walks into the room.
"What's going on?" She asks as I run up to her, looking completely distressed.
"Bee's gone back to Mitch!" I say in alarm.
Clare's eyes widen and I rapidly dial AJ's number.
"Hello, can't stay long, be quick." AJ's hurried voice sounds through the phone. I can hear someone laughing faintly. I roll my eyes.
"Annaliese Fucking Jessica! Whatever the fuck your plans are for tonight cancel them!"
"Chill? Why? I-"
"Bee's gone back to Mitch!"
"What?!" I pull the phone away from my ear as her shriek is heard around the room. Mike breaks down into tears again. Billie tries to comfort him, but fails and Mike ends up wailing into his own arms as he pictures his ex-girlfriend with someone else. Someone who doesn't even care about her. Someone who abuses her. Someone-
"Exactly! Meet Clare and me by The Boulevard!"
*Dial tone*
We meet up on the corner of The Boulevard and the three of us run to Mitch's house to see Bee strutting up the rock-strewn path towards the front door. She spots us standing by the road and stops in her tracks.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" She asks, jogging over to us, her shoes crunching on the rough gravel beneath her feet.
"We're stopping you from getting hurt!" AJ says grabbing Bee by the arms.
Bee sighs, "I know I really shouldn't be running back to Mitch, but he's really not such a bad guy...and I can't go to Mike now-"
"Not such a bad guy?" Clare repeats looking stunned, "Fucking hell! Bee! Wake up! I never knew my own fucking cousin could be so fucking stupid!"
Bee doesn't seem to be paying much attention to our words and nothing is sinking in, she just stands and stares vacantly at Mitch's front door.
"He abused you, then dumped you after you fucked him!" I say, also amazed by her stupidity, "Besides, Mike loves you and he's crying his eyes out right now because he lost you!"
"He is?" Bee asks stunned, finally taking in some of what we're saying.
"Yes," AJ says, loosening her grip slightly on Bee's shoulder, but still not letting go, "He loves you Bee...you're everything to him...go back...don't make the same mistake again."
Bee slowly nods in accord and we walk, at a leisurely pace, back to Billie's house, our arms slung over each other's shoulders.
***
Chilli was in the kitchen preparing her and Tré's dinner: spaghetti bolognaise, much to Tré's delight. Tré was sitting in the lounge watching the TV and was about to turn it off to go and help Chilli, but the news came on.
"Good Evening, I'm Carline Bitchmore and this is Celebrity News. First up tonight, we have a lawsuit. Michael Jackson, being the first human to clone himself, is suing himself, for raping himself," Tré sat up with interest, "Michael says that he was only having a little fun, Michael says he had to agree with himself on that." Tré started to laugh, "Also it seems that Green Day's drummer, Tré Cool, has gotten very close with the Australian member of the same band, Chilli. The two have been seen together around Oakland, well, cough, getting very close."
Photos appeared onscreen of Tré and Chilli walking around town holding hands, hugging, kissing and laughing together.
"Also, Chilli has been rumoured to be pregnant. No further details as of yet. Also tonight..." The TV blared at Tré.
"Aw fuck! CHILL! We're on the news!" Tré yelled through to Chilli.
Chilli sighed, walked through the doorway and sat down next to Tré. He put an arm around her and she smiled. The main headlines on Celebrity News came back onscreen: first about the Michael Jacksons and then the photos of Tré and Chilli.
Chilli groaned in annoyance and rolled her eyes, "Like, imagine if they just kept their fucking oversized noses out of our private lives. Just imagine!" She yelled while walking back in to the kitchen. Tré gave a little laugh and followed her in the kitchen.
"Mmm...smells good babe," Tré said as he leaned against the doorframe. Chilli smirked and walked over to the cooker and stirred the sauce. Tré walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"How long left?" He whispered.
Chilli smiled as she turned around to face him, "About...ten minutes," She murmured.
"Aw...damn fucking cooker!" Tré yelled, shaking his fist at the cooker.
Chilli smiled and she moved her head slightly so that she had her head on his chest. Tré looked at her and smiled then softly kissed her lips. He pulled away.
"Is it ready now?" Tré asked, jumping up and down and sounding like a five year old. He does that quite a lot actually.
"Tré...I said ten minutes. It has been about one minute," Chilli held up one finger, "only nine left to go." She said then laughed as she got the dinner plates ready. Tré muttered something angrily and walked back over to Chilli.
"What the fuck am I gonna do for nine minutes?!" He whined, while staring around the kitchen.
Tré smiled evilly and bounded up to Chilli as she set the plates down on the kitchen counter. He jumped around her in a circle as she stepped back into the middle of the room.
"Stop it." Chilli said as she watching him skip past.
Tré slapped Chilli across the ass and she scowled at him as he passed again, grinning wildly.
"Stop now before you regret it." Chilli chanted calmly as Tré continued to circle her.
Tré slapped her ass again and Chilli sighed, "Don't say I didn't warn you," She stuck out her foot and Tré tripped over and fell to the floor. Chilli was in hysterics as Tré crawled to his feet and frowned at her.
"That wasn't very nice," He said as he walked over to her.
"I warned you," Chilli said in a know-it-all way.
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to be annoying." Tré said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Mission accomplished bitch," Chilli muttered and she went to turn away from him.
Tré heard her and he pulled Chilli by her waist so she was right up close to him.
"How dare you speak to me like that Chilli! I think a punishment is in order...or perhaps for you to just do me some favours," Tré said with a fake serious look on his face.
Chilli smirked, "Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Cool!" She exclaimed sarcastically, "Whatever should I do?!"
Tré stopped and thought for a moment 'wow, what an achievement,' "Well...for a punishment you could make breakfast for the rest of the week or for a favour you could...um...kiss me," He whispered as grin curled across his lips.
"I think I might make breakfast the week." Chilli joked. Tré's face fell.
"Not quite the answer I was looking for," He said as Chilli grinned.
Chilli put her hands on the back of Tré's neck and pulled him closer towards her.
"I think I might've changed my mind." She whispered. Tré smirked and started to kiss her. After a couple of minutes Chilli pulled away.
"See...nine minutes didn't take that long, did it?" Chilli said moving away from Tré's grasp.
"Oh!" Tré said, looking quite surprised. Chilli smiled and served spaghetti on the plates for her and Tré.
"Spaghetti! Spaghetti!" Tré chanted repeatedly as Chilli handed him a plate of spaghetti bolognaise. She smiled and took a seat next to him on the couch. Halfway through their meal, the house phone rang out around the room. Tré put his knife and fork on his plate, set the plate down on the coffee table in front of them, and went to answer it.
"Olah? Oh fuck, I'm starting to talk like Chilli...yeah I know...nah, not yet anyway heh heh...don't sound so happy! Yeah well thanks for phoning anyways...see ya later," Tré said as he walked around with the phone. Chilli continued to eat and watched Tré as he strolled back into the room.
"Oo wav da?" Chilli managed to splutter out with a mouthful of pasta.
"Bee. She was letting us know about us being on the news." Tré said as he returned to his meal.
Chilli nodded her head and again continued with her spaghetti.
"And don't talk with your mouth full," Tré said in a very serious tone. Chilli rolled her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of pasta, and turned to Tré.
"Aaah!" She said loudly as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to show him that she had swallowed her food.
Tré pushed her mouth shut and kissed her. Chilli scowled, but kissed him back anyway. They returned to their meal once more.
"Oh, that reminds me," Tré said as Chilli wiped some bolognaise off her chin, "They said you're pregnant."
Chilli laughed and grinned at Tré, "How is that possible if-" She stopped in mid-sentence.
Tre wasn't smiling. Chilli lifted her hands to his face and moulded his lips into a grin. Tre started laughing and Chilli soon joined in
After the meal, Chilli was doing the dishes as Tré was on the phone with his daughter, Ramona. Chilli was singing 'Dominated love slave' to herself, and staring blankly out the window. She heard Tré put the phone down and he got closer to the kitchen.
Chilli smiled and continued to sing as she dried her hands,
"I want to be your Dominated Love Slave,
I want to be the one who takes the pain-"
"You can spank me when I do not behave."
"Smack me in the forehead with a chain," Tré finished for her, wrapping his arms round her waist. Chilli let out a small laugh and turned around to face him.
"Cause I love feelin' dirty,
And I love feelin' cheap,
And I love it when you hurt me,
So drive them staples deep," He continued to sing to her. Chilli couldn't help but grin and was running her fingers through his already messy hair.
"I want you to slap me and call me naughty,
Put a beltsander against my skin (Woo Hoo!),
I want to feel pain all over my body (Come On Girl!),
Can't wait to be punished for my sins." By this point Tré was staring in Chilli's deep, violet eyes and was just mumbling the words almost silently to her. He was about to say the last few bits but he left it to long...Chilli was already kissing him.
Tré and Chilli stumbled out of the kitchen and down onto the couch, still kissing each other passionately. Tré ran his hands up Chilli's shirt as she did the same to him. She slid her fingers over his back and glided them around his chest as Tré stroked her back, trying to touch as much bare skin as he could reach, making her moan softly.
When he began to unlatch her bra and belt, however, a voice filled Chilli's head and a small scar began to burn the skin on her palm. She remembered her vow and, reluctantly, she pulled away and looked up at Tré, her eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry Tré," Chilli whispered, as he stared at her, confused, "I can't. I just... can't. I made a promise...an oath...to Bee, when Mitch dumped her."
Tré blinked vacantly.
"We're blood sisters... we are joined by blood and that means that we are connected until death...and we made a vow... and...you can't break a blood promise without killing yourself...and...we swore on our blood that we wouldn't fuck anyone...not 'til we got married...I'm sorry," A single tear dropped from her large, round, violet eyes as she continued to stutter, "I want to...I love you...but I can't do this."
Tré, to Chilli's relief, smiled at her and removed his hands from her bra fastening and belt buckle, then ran his fingers around her waist and stopped at her hips. She smirked as he lifted one hand to her face, tilted her head towards his and kissed her passionately.
"It's okay babe," He whispered as he hugged and kissed her and Chilli repeatedly murmured 'I'm sorry' between kisses, "I understand, I love you Chilli."
Chilli's POV
Mike walks into the room, tears flooding rapidly down his face.
"Bee's gone." He sobs, "She left me."
"Oh no Mikey!" I stand up and walk quickly to my crying friend, "Did she say why?"
"We...we had a fight," Mike stutters as Billie re-enters, with some coffee and passes cups around, Tré watches the bass player intently, "She said that... that I was too involved in the band...that I didn't have any time for her...she...she left... she said she was going back to her ex-boyfriend."
I choke on my coffee and stare at Mike in disbelief, "You're kidding!! Right?!" Mike shakes his head and frowns in confusment, "Oh fuck! She can't go back to Mitch! He dumped her right after they slept together. He hit her! He broke her arm twice!"
Mike looks startled and his jaw drops, as he thinks of what this Mitch person could do to his now ex-girlfriend.
I leap to my feet and grab my phone as Clare walks into the room.
"What's going on?" She asks as I run up to her, looking completely distressed.
"Bee's gone back to Mitch!" I say in alarm.
Clare's eyes widen and I rapidly dial AJ's number.
"Hello, can't stay long, be quick." AJ's hurried voice sounds through the phone. I can hear someone laughing faintly. I roll my eyes.
"Annaliese Fucking Jessica! Whatever the fuck your plans are for tonight cancel them!"
"Chill? Why? I-"
"Bee's gone back to Mitch!"
"What?!" I pull the phone away from my ear as her shriek is heard around the room. Mike breaks down into tears again. Billie tries to comfort him, but fails and Mike ends up wailing into his own arms as he pictures his ex-girlfriend with someone else. Someone who doesn't even care about her. Someone who abuses her. Someone-
"Exactly! Meet Clare and me by The Boulevard!"
*Dial tone*
We meet up on the corner of The Boulevard and the three of us run to Mitch's house to see Bee strutting up the rock-strewn path towards the front door. She spots us standing by the road and stops in her tracks.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" She asks, jogging over to us, her shoes crunching on the rough gravel beneath her feet.
"We're stopping you from getting hurt!" AJ says grabbing Bee by the arms.
Bee sighs, "I know I really shouldn't be running back to Mitch, but he's really not such a bad guy...and I can't go to Mike now-"
"Not such a bad guy?" Clare repeats looking stunned, "Fucking hell! Bee! Wake up! I never knew my own fucking cousin could be so fucking stupid!"
Bee doesn't seem to be paying much attention to our words and nothing is sinking in, she just stands and stares vacantly at Mitch's front door.
"He abused you, then dumped you after you fucked him!" I say, also amazed by her stupidity, "Besides, Mike loves you and he's crying his eyes out right now because he lost you!"
"He is?" Bee asks stunned, finally taking in some of what we're saying.
"Yes," AJ says, loosening her grip slightly on Bee's shoulder, but still not letting go, "He loves you Bee...you're everything to him...go back...don't make the same mistake again."
Bee slowly nods in accord and we walk, at a leisurely pace, back to Billie's house, our arms slung over each other's shoulders.
***
Chilli was in the kitchen preparing her and Tré's dinner: spaghetti bolognaise, much to Tré's delight. Tré was sitting in the lounge watching the TV and was about to turn it off to go and help Chilli, but the news came on.
"Good Evening, I'm Carline Bitchmore and this is Celebrity News. First up tonight, we have a lawsuit. Michael Jackson, being the first human to clone himself, is suing himself, for raping himself," Tré sat up with interest, "Michael says that he was only having a little fun, Michael says he had to agree with himself on that." Tré started to laugh, "Also it seems that Green Day's drummer, Tré Cool, has gotten very close with the Australian member of the same band, Chilli. The two have been seen together around Oakland, well, cough, getting very close."
Photos appeared onscreen of Tré and Chilli walking around town holding hands, hugging, kissing and laughing together.
"Also, Chilli has been rumoured to be pregnant. No further details as of yet. Also tonight..." The TV blared at Tré.
"Aw fuck! CHILL! We're on the news!" Tré yelled through to Chilli.
Chilli sighed, walked through the doorway and sat down next to Tré. He put an arm around her and she smiled. The main headlines on Celebrity News came back onscreen: first about the Michael Jacksons and then the photos of Tré and Chilli.
Chilli groaned in annoyance and rolled her eyes, "Like, imagine if they just kept their fucking oversized noses out of our private lives. Just imagine!" She yelled while walking back in to the kitchen. Tré gave a little laugh and followed her in the kitchen.
"Mmm...smells good babe," Tré said as he leaned against the doorframe. Chilli smirked and walked over to the cooker and stirred the sauce. Tré walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"How long left?" He whispered.
Chilli smiled as she turned around to face him, "About...ten minutes," She murmured.
"Aw...damn fucking cooker!" Tré yelled, shaking his fist at the cooker.
Chilli smiled and she moved her head slightly so that she had her head on his chest. Tré looked at her and smiled then softly kissed her lips. He pulled away.
"Is it ready now?" Tré asked, jumping up and down and sounding like a five year old. He does that quite a lot actually.
"Tré...I said ten minutes. It has been about one minute," Chilli held up one finger, "only nine left to go." She said then laughed as she got the dinner plates ready. Tré muttered something angrily and walked back over to Chilli.
"What the fuck am I gonna do for nine minutes?!" He whined, while staring around the kitchen.
Tré smiled evilly and bounded up to Chilli as she set the plates down on the kitchen counter. He jumped around her in a circle as she stepped back into the middle of the room.
"Stop it." Chilli said as she watching him skip past.
Tré slapped Chilli across the ass and she scowled at him as he passed again, grinning wildly.
"Stop now before you regret it." Chilli chanted calmly as Tré continued to circle her.
Tré slapped her ass again and Chilli sighed, "Don't say I didn't warn you," She stuck out her foot and Tré tripped over and fell to the floor. Chilli was in hysterics as Tré crawled to his feet and frowned at her.
"That wasn't very nice," He said as he walked over to her.
"I warned you," Chilli said in a know-it-all way.
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to be annoying." Tré said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Mission accomplished bitch," Chilli muttered and she went to turn away from him.
Tré heard her and he pulled Chilli by her waist so she was right up close to him.
"How dare you speak to me like that Chilli! I think a punishment is in order...or perhaps for you to just do me some favours," Tré said with a fake serious look on his face.
Chilli smirked, "Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Cool!" She exclaimed sarcastically, "Whatever should I do?!"
Tré stopped and thought for a moment 'wow, what an achievement,' "Well...for a punishment you could make breakfast for the rest of the week or for a favour you could...um...kiss me," He whispered as grin curled across his lips.
"I think I might make breakfast the week." Chilli joked. Tré's face fell.
"Not quite the answer I was looking for," He said as Chilli grinned.
Chilli put her hands on the back of Tré's neck and pulled him closer towards her.
"I think I might've changed my mind." She whispered. Tré smirked and started to kiss her. After a couple of minutes Chilli pulled away.
"See...nine minutes didn't take that long, did it?" Chilli said moving away from Tré's grasp.
"Oh!" Tré said, looking quite surprised. Chilli smiled and served spaghetti on the plates for her and Tré.
"Spaghetti! Spaghetti!" Tré chanted repeatedly as Chilli handed him a plate of spaghetti bolognaise. She smiled and took a seat next to him on the couch. Halfway through their meal, the house phone rang out around the room. Tré put his knife and fork on his plate, set the plate down on the coffee table in front of them, and went to answer it.
"Olah? Oh fuck, I'm starting to talk like Chilli...yeah I know...nah, not yet anyway heh heh...don't sound so happy! Yeah well thanks for phoning anyways...see ya later," Tré said as he walked around with the phone. Chilli continued to eat and watched Tré as he strolled back into the room.
"Oo wav da?" Chilli managed to splutter out with a mouthful of pasta.
"Bee. She was letting us know about us being on the news." Tré said as he returned to his meal.
Chilli nodded her head and again continued with her spaghetti.
"And don't talk with your mouth full," Tré said in a very serious tone. Chilli rolled her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of pasta, and turned to Tré.
"Aaah!" She said loudly as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to show him that she had swallowed her food.
Tré pushed her mouth shut and kissed her. Chilli scowled, but kissed him back anyway. They returned to their meal once more.
"Oh, that reminds me," Tré said as Chilli wiped some bolognaise off her chin, "They said you're pregnant."
Chilli laughed and grinned at Tré, "How is that possible if-" She stopped in mid-sentence.
Tre wasn't smiling. Chilli lifted her hands to his face and moulded his lips into a grin. Tre started laughing and Chilli soon joined in
After the meal, Chilli was doing the dishes as Tré was on the phone with his daughter, Ramona. Chilli was singing 'Dominated love slave' to herself, and staring blankly out the window. She heard Tré put the phone down and he got closer to the kitchen.
Chilli smiled and continued to sing as she dried her hands,
"I want to be your Dominated Love Slave,
I want to be the one who takes the pain-"
"You can spank me when I do not behave."
"Smack me in the forehead with a chain," Tré finished for her, wrapping his arms round her waist. Chilli let out a small laugh and turned around to face him.
"Cause I love feelin' dirty,
And I love feelin' cheap,
And I love it when you hurt me,
So drive them staples deep," He continued to sing to her. Chilli couldn't help but grin and was running her fingers through his already messy hair.
"I want you to slap me and call me naughty,
Put a beltsander against my skin (Woo Hoo!),
I want to feel pain all over my body (Come On Girl!),
Can't wait to be punished for my sins." By this point Tré was staring in Chilli's deep, violet eyes and was just mumbling the words almost silently to her. He was about to say the last few bits but he left it to long...Chilli was already kissing him.
Tré and Chilli stumbled out of the kitchen and down onto the couch, still kissing each other passionately. Tré ran his hands up Chilli's shirt as she did the same to him. She slid her fingers over his back and glided them around his chest as Tré stroked her back, trying to touch as much bare skin as he could reach, making her moan softly.
When he began to unlatch her bra and belt, however, a voice filled Chilli's head and a small scar began to burn the skin on her palm. She remembered her vow and, reluctantly, she pulled away and looked up at Tré, her eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry Tré," Chilli whispered, as he stared at her, confused, "I can't. I just... can't. I made a promise...an oath...to Bee, when Mitch dumped her."
Tré blinked vacantly.
"We're blood sisters... we are joined by blood and that means that we are connected until death...and we made a vow... and...you can't break a blood promise without killing yourself...and...we swore on our blood that we wouldn't fuck anyone...not 'til we got married...I'm sorry," A single tear dropped from her large, round, violet eyes as she continued to stutter, "I want to...I love you...but I can't do this."
Tré, to Chilli's relief, smiled at her and removed his hands from her bra fastening and belt buckle, then ran his fingers around her waist and stopped at her hips. She smirked as he lifted one hand to her face, tilted her head towards his and kissed her passionately.
"It's okay babe," He whispered as he hugged and kissed her and Chilli repeatedly murmured 'I'm sorry' between kisses, "I understand, I love you Chilli."
