Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 7
Tré was pacing the bedroom, resisting the urge to jump into bed with Chilli and...you know.
He stopped pacing and stared at Chilli, who was sleeping. She looked so peaceful when she slept. He smiled at the tattoo on her eyelid of a devil heart which she had gotten inked in Africa, and he crept around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to Chilli, he threw the covers over them and cuddled up to her, brushing his hands softly against her chest. Chilli, at that moment in time, had woken up.
"Tré?...what are you doing?" Chilli yawned while rolling over and kissing him.
"You know I can't stand being away from you!...and I'm still not over the...the news thing yet," Tré whispered as he stroked her cheek and gazed into her eyes.
Chilli smiled, "Look, if it makes you feel any better, the Michael Jackson's aren't coming to get you, and if they do, I'm not gonna let them take, or rape you."
Tré smiled, his eyes full of hope, "Really?"
"Yeah...I guess. C'mon, sleep!" Chilli said while grinning at him.
Tré leaned in for a kiss; Chilli smirked and did the same. Neither of them pulled away and slowly Tré rolled over on top of Chilli and finally finished the kiss. He looked deep into Chilli's mysterious purple eyes and again, leaned in to kiss her but, being Chilli, she rolled over violently, causing Tré to fall off the bed and thump heavily on the floor when he landed.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted from the floor while Chilli was in wild hysterics.
"I told you...sleep!" She giggled.
"That was a really mean joke to play on me!" Tré whispered loudly and gave her an evil look.
Chilli stuck her tongue out like an immature 5 year old and rolled back over, burying herself in the covers and laughing.
The Next Day
Tré opened his eyes, hoping to find Chilli lying beside him with a smile on her gorgeous lips, but sadly, he didn't and found Chilli gone and the covers thrown back. No wonder he was cold.
Tré got up and pulled on a faded pair of jeans, a black shirt and gave his hair a quick brush. He ran down the stairs to find Chilli sitting on the sofa, watching morning cartoons, and munching on a piece of toast. She turned around as he entered to say "good morning" and her mouth fell open in surprise.
"Oh your god!" she whispered in shock. Chilli doesn't like to say "oh my god" because a) it sounds teenieish and b) She has no god...she is the antichrist.
"What?!" Tré said as his eyes darted round the room and he jumped around as if expecting to see something standing behind him.
"Your hair...it's not spiky...it's just...kinda...flat!" she whispered. Tré smirked.
"You don't like?" he asked.
Chilli remained still and didn't answer. Tré eyed the toast in her hand and ruffled up his hair.
"Better?" he asked, she still didn't move, and he stole her toast.
"Hey! My toast! Bastard! There's more in the kitchen ya lazy little shit!" Chilli shouted while jumping up, over the sofa.
Tré took a huge bite of the toast in his hand and said, "Yeah...but your toast tastes better!"
Chilli was just about to lunge at him when the phone rang out around the house.
"Oh...you're lucky!" she sneered while walking out of the room to answer the phone.
"Olah. I need to...dispose of someone so make this quick."
"Hey Chill. It's BJ. Stop killing Tré and get your ass over here for band practice, you two were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!"
"Shit!...meh. We'll be over once I get my toast back from the enemy."
"Yeah...Y'know what? I'm not even gonna ask. Just get over here as soon as you can."
"M'kay, adios dude."
"Bye...oh wait! Mike says you're a lazy little shit."
Chilli scowled as Tré held the toast up in front of Chilli's face. She took a huge bite out of it and Tré pouted.
"That wasn't very nice," he grumbled, nursing the toast in his hands and asking if it was okay. Chilli stuck her tongue out and grinned.
"Tell Mike that he has..." Chilli counted on her fingers, "Not very long to live."
"Will do. Bye."
Chilli hung up the phone and stared down at the watch on the arm Tré had just wrapped around her waist.
Green Day band practice could seriously clash times with-
Oh shit...
*Several hours later, after band practice*
Billie's POV
"Okay, we done here? I gotta go!" Chilli says quickly. Strange.
"Where are you going?" I ask, she ponders for a moment.
"Out." She shuffles her feet tensely and looks over at the door and down at her watch.
"Where?" Tré asks, catching on to my suspicion and raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.
Chilli pauses again and quickly checks her watch, it was as though she was counting the seconds down to something VERY important, "To meet friends."
"Ok...why are you so nervous?" Mike asks her, leaning his bass against the wall and taking a cold can of cola from the fridge.
"I'm not fucking nervous, now I really gotta go!" Chilli shouts.
With that, Chilli leaves the three of us, puzzled, in the recording studio, as she goes off 'to meet friends'.
"She's hiding something," I think to myself.
The same things kept happening for the next few passing weeks. She didn't seem to want to discuss it, or anything for that matter. I was worried. What if she had started cutting herself again?
Then one night...
"Okay! Kick ass, we're in! Um...we are an Australian band here, so be nice, and don't tease us just because we're different...you're all bullies! You're lowering my self-esteem!!!" a familiar voice echoes around the room followed by the sound of someone pretending to cry.
I remain with my head down, staring into my drink, thinking hard, as people laugh at the comment made and the over-exaggerated fake crying.
Then it starts. The music. Whoever is playing is good!
Two guitars. First guitar kicks some serious ass! Second's not bad either. Rhythmic drummer, definitely LOVES to bash skins. Fucking great bass. That voice...it is so familiar. I look up from my beer and my jaw drops at what I see.
It's her!
Chilli is standing on the stage, singing her heart out with a red and black Gibson guitar held in her hands. She's a great guitarist, but I don't pay any attention to that right now...
"Outside the carollers start to sing,
I can't describe the joy they bring,
Cuz joy is something they don't bring me," she sings the Blink-182 song loudly, quickly brushing her hair out of her eyes and flashing a grin at everyone.
"My girlfriend is by my side," girls scream loudly around the club as they sang along with her.
"Pick her up while hanging sickles of ice," she pulls a girl up onto the stage.
"Their whiney voices get irritating," she kisses the girl on the cheek and gives her a quick hug. The girl looks as though she's about to melt and jumps into the crowd, grinning at what had just happened.
"It's Christmas time again." I can't believe this.
"So I stand with a dead smile on my face,
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste,
Oh god, I hate these Satan's helpers!
And then I guess I must have snapped,
Because I grabbed a baseball bat," she grabs an inflatable baseball bat from the side of the stage.
"And made them all run for shelter." She throws it into the screaming crowds.
"It's Christmas time,
Again,
It's time to be nice to the people,
You can't stand,
All year,
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer.
You people scare me.
Please stay away from my home.
If you don't wanna get me down,
Just leave the presents and let me be alone!
Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve,
Because the cops came and arrested me,
They had an unfair advantage." She puts an innocent look on her face.
"And even though the jail didn't have a tree,"
Christmas came a night early,
'Cuz a guy named bubba unwrapped my package." The other musicians stop for a moment and stare at Chilli who has a wide-eyed, shocked expression, before continuing. I see to my surprise that the 'other musicians' are AJ on a drum kit, bashing the shit out of the skins, Bee strumming a black and white bass, and Clare with second guitar, a green and blue one, and a few other instruments surrounding them.
"It's Christmas time,
Again,
It's time to be nice to the people,
You can't stand,
All year,
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer.
You people scare me,
Please stay away from my home,
If you don't wanna get me down,
Just leave the presents and let me be alone!!!
I won't be home,
I won't be home for Christmas.
I won't be home... "
The song fades off. I can't believe it. How could she not tell me about this? Bitch. She hands her guitar to Bee and mutters something, before jumping off the stage, heading in my direction and grinning at the crowds around her. She hasn't spotted me yet. I stare at her, fuming, and she stops in her tracks. There we go. She spotted me. She knows she's fucked.
Chilli's POV
"Oh bugger..."
Billie's POV
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" I scream at Chilli as her face goes very pale and I storm over to her.
"Graffiti," she mumbles.
"Why didn't you tell me you had another band? Huh? You're gonna have to pick between them and us!" I yell at her.
That one woke her up. Chilli stares up at me, but remains silent.
"Why didn't you fucking tell me?" I repeat. I'm so pissed off at her right now.
"Because I knew you'd be like this Billie!" Chilli has finally found her voice it seems, and is right on the verge of tears, "I knew you'd get pissed and tell me to choose. FUCK YOU, BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!" With that she leaves me standing there with people still screaming joyfully about the performance they had just received.
Billie and Chilli (hey, that rhymes...heh heh) remained on non-speaking terms with each other for the next few weeks which followed, though Billie Joe would still often catch himself staring at her, photos of them together, pictures in the magazines, and some of the posters on the walls, trying to figure out why she had seemed so familiar when he first saw her and why he was so rapt by her.
*Weeks later*
Chilli lay on the couch thinking, "Maybe I should tell them about...".
A loud knock at the door sounds out.
"I'll get it!" Chilli said, then laughed at herself and added, "Of course I'll get it, I'm the only one home."
Tré had gone out golfing with Mike...ew...golf...
Chilli rose from my comfortable seat on the couch, jogged through to the to the front door, opened it, and saw one of the people she least expected to see, standing rigidly on the front doorstep, staring down at their shoes.
"I thought you weren't talking to me," Chilli said quietly to the person who stood on her doorstep.
"I changed my mind. I really need to talk to you," he replied scratching the back of his neck and still not looking Chilli in the eye.
Chilli shrugged and opened the door a little wider to let Billie Joe inside.
"Cheers," he mumbled as he walked past.
They stepped into the lounge room, and sat down on the couch.
"I've just come to..." Billie paused, thinking carefully about what it was he was trying to say to her, "Apologize," he managed to voice, "I'm really sorry about what I said. It was hypocritical seeing as I've played in other bands too."
Chilli nodded and hugged him.
"I'm sorry too," she muttered pulling away and smiling at him, relieved that Billie Joe had apologized first (Chilli hates doing that), "I probably should have told you about Graffiti."
Graffiti is the name of Chilli's band if you dumb-bums hadn't already figured that out.
The two band members sat talking on the soft couch for roughly half an hour before Billie Joe suddenly leaned in towards Chilli, and...
He stopped pacing and stared at Chilli, who was sleeping. She looked so peaceful when she slept. He smiled at the tattoo on her eyelid of a devil heart which she had gotten inked in Africa, and he crept around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to Chilli, he threw the covers over them and cuddled up to her, brushing his hands softly against her chest. Chilli, at that moment in time, had woken up.
"Tré?...what are you doing?" Chilli yawned while rolling over and kissing him.
"You know I can't stand being away from you!...and I'm still not over the...the news thing yet," Tré whispered as he stroked her cheek and gazed into her eyes.
Chilli smiled, "Look, if it makes you feel any better, the Michael Jackson's aren't coming to get you, and if they do, I'm not gonna let them take, or rape you."
Tré smiled, his eyes full of hope, "Really?"
"Yeah...I guess. C'mon, sleep!" Chilli said while grinning at him.
Tré leaned in for a kiss; Chilli smirked and did the same. Neither of them pulled away and slowly Tré rolled over on top of Chilli and finally finished the kiss. He looked deep into Chilli's mysterious purple eyes and again, leaned in to kiss her but, being Chilli, she rolled over violently, causing Tré to fall off the bed and thump heavily on the floor when he landed.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted from the floor while Chilli was in wild hysterics.
"I told you...sleep!" She giggled.
"That was a really mean joke to play on me!" Tré whispered loudly and gave her an evil look.
Chilli stuck her tongue out like an immature 5 year old and rolled back over, burying herself in the covers and laughing.
The Next Day
Tré opened his eyes, hoping to find Chilli lying beside him with a smile on her gorgeous lips, but sadly, he didn't and found Chilli gone and the covers thrown back. No wonder he was cold.
Tré got up and pulled on a faded pair of jeans, a black shirt and gave his hair a quick brush. He ran down the stairs to find Chilli sitting on the sofa, watching morning cartoons, and munching on a piece of toast. She turned around as he entered to say "good morning" and her mouth fell open in surprise.
"Oh your god!" she whispered in shock. Chilli doesn't like to say "oh my god" because a) it sounds teenieish and b) She has no god...she is the antichrist.
"What?!" Tré said as his eyes darted round the room and he jumped around as if expecting to see something standing behind him.
"Your hair...it's not spiky...it's just...kinda...flat!" she whispered. Tré smirked.
"You don't like?" he asked.
Chilli remained still and didn't answer. Tré eyed the toast in her hand and ruffled up his hair.
"Better?" he asked, she still didn't move, and he stole her toast.
"Hey! My toast! Bastard! There's more in the kitchen ya lazy little shit!" Chilli shouted while jumping up, over the sofa.
Tré took a huge bite of the toast in his hand and said, "Yeah...but your toast tastes better!"
Chilli was just about to lunge at him when the phone rang out around the house.
"Oh...you're lucky!" she sneered while walking out of the room to answer the phone.
"Olah. I need to...dispose of someone so make this quick."
"Hey Chill. It's BJ. Stop killing Tré and get your ass over here for band practice, you two were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!"
"Shit!...meh. We'll be over once I get my toast back from the enemy."
"Yeah...Y'know what? I'm not even gonna ask. Just get over here as soon as you can."
"M'kay, adios dude."
"Bye...oh wait! Mike says you're a lazy little shit."
Chilli scowled as Tré held the toast up in front of Chilli's face. She took a huge bite out of it and Tré pouted.
"That wasn't very nice," he grumbled, nursing the toast in his hands and asking if it was okay. Chilli stuck her tongue out and grinned.
"Tell Mike that he has..." Chilli counted on her fingers, "Not very long to live."
"Will do. Bye."
Chilli hung up the phone and stared down at the watch on the arm Tré had just wrapped around her waist.
Green Day band practice could seriously clash times with-
Oh shit...
*Several hours later, after band practice*
Billie's POV
"Okay, we done here? I gotta go!" Chilli says quickly. Strange.
"Where are you going?" I ask, she ponders for a moment.
"Out." She shuffles her feet tensely and looks over at the door and down at her watch.
"Where?" Tré asks, catching on to my suspicion and raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.
Chilli pauses again and quickly checks her watch, it was as though she was counting the seconds down to something VERY important, "To meet friends."
"Ok...why are you so nervous?" Mike asks her, leaning his bass against the wall and taking a cold can of cola from the fridge.
"I'm not fucking nervous, now I really gotta go!" Chilli shouts.
With that, Chilli leaves the three of us, puzzled, in the recording studio, as she goes off 'to meet friends'.
"She's hiding something," I think to myself.
The same things kept happening for the next few passing weeks. She didn't seem to want to discuss it, or anything for that matter. I was worried. What if she had started cutting herself again?
Then one night...
"Okay! Kick ass, we're in! Um...we are an Australian band here, so be nice, and don't tease us just because we're different...you're all bullies! You're lowering my self-esteem!!!" a familiar voice echoes around the room followed by the sound of someone pretending to cry.
I remain with my head down, staring into my drink, thinking hard, as people laugh at the comment made and the over-exaggerated fake crying.
Then it starts. The music. Whoever is playing is good!
Two guitars. First guitar kicks some serious ass! Second's not bad either. Rhythmic drummer, definitely LOVES to bash skins. Fucking great bass. That voice...it is so familiar. I look up from my beer and my jaw drops at what I see.
It's her!
Chilli is standing on the stage, singing her heart out with a red and black Gibson guitar held in her hands. She's a great guitarist, but I don't pay any attention to that right now...
"Outside the carollers start to sing,
I can't describe the joy they bring,
Cuz joy is something they don't bring me," she sings the Blink-182 song loudly, quickly brushing her hair out of her eyes and flashing a grin at everyone.
"My girlfriend is by my side," girls scream loudly around the club as they sang along with her.
"Pick her up while hanging sickles of ice," she pulls a girl up onto the stage.
"Their whiney voices get irritating," she kisses the girl on the cheek and gives her a quick hug. The girl looks as though she's about to melt and jumps into the crowd, grinning at what had just happened.
"It's Christmas time again." I can't believe this.
"So I stand with a dead smile on my face,
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste,
Oh god, I hate these Satan's helpers!
And then I guess I must have snapped,
Because I grabbed a baseball bat," she grabs an inflatable baseball bat from the side of the stage.
"And made them all run for shelter." She throws it into the screaming crowds.
"It's Christmas time,
Again,
It's time to be nice to the people,
You can't stand,
All year,
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer.
You people scare me.
Please stay away from my home.
If you don't wanna get me down,
Just leave the presents and let me be alone!
Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve,
Because the cops came and arrested me,
They had an unfair advantage." She puts an innocent look on her face.
"And even though the jail didn't have a tree,"
Christmas came a night early,
'Cuz a guy named bubba unwrapped my package." The other musicians stop for a moment and stare at Chilli who has a wide-eyed, shocked expression, before continuing. I see to my surprise that the 'other musicians' are AJ on a drum kit, bashing the shit out of the skins, Bee strumming a black and white bass, and Clare with second guitar, a green and blue one, and a few other instruments surrounding them.
"It's Christmas time,
Again,
It's time to be nice to the people,
You can't stand,
All year,
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer.
You people scare me,
Please stay away from my home,
If you don't wanna get me down,
Just leave the presents and let me be alone!!!
I won't be home,
I won't be home for Christmas.
I won't be home... "
The song fades off. I can't believe it. How could she not tell me about this? Bitch. She hands her guitar to Bee and mutters something, before jumping off the stage, heading in my direction and grinning at the crowds around her. She hasn't spotted me yet. I stare at her, fuming, and she stops in her tracks. There we go. She spotted me. She knows she's fucked.
Chilli's POV
"Oh bugger..."
Billie's POV
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" I scream at Chilli as her face goes very pale and I storm over to her.
"Graffiti," she mumbles.
"Why didn't you tell me you had another band? Huh? You're gonna have to pick between them and us!" I yell at her.
That one woke her up. Chilli stares up at me, but remains silent.
"Why didn't you fucking tell me?" I repeat. I'm so pissed off at her right now.
"Because I knew you'd be like this Billie!" Chilli has finally found her voice it seems, and is right on the verge of tears, "I knew you'd get pissed and tell me to choose. FUCK YOU, BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!" With that she leaves me standing there with people still screaming joyfully about the performance they had just received.
Billie and Chilli (hey, that rhymes...heh heh) remained on non-speaking terms with each other for the next few weeks which followed, though Billie Joe would still often catch himself staring at her, photos of them together, pictures in the magazines, and some of the posters on the walls, trying to figure out why she had seemed so familiar when he first saw her and why he was so rapt by her.
*Weeks later*
Chilli lay on the couch thinking, "Maybe I should tell them about...".
A loud knock at the door sounds out.
"I'll get it!" Chilli said, then laughed at herself and added, "Of course I'll get it, I'm the only one home."
Tré had gone out golfing with Mike...ew...golf...
Chilli rose from my comfortable seat on the couch, jogged through to the to the front door, opened it, and saw one of the people she least expected to see, standing rigidly on the front doorstep, staring down at their shoes.
"I thought you weren't talking to me," Chilli said quietly to the person who stood on her doorstep.
"I changed my mind. I really need to talk to you," he replied scratching the back of his neck and still not looking Chilli in the eye.
Chilli shrugged and opened the door a little wider to let Billie Joe inside.
"Cheers," he mumbled as he walked past.
They stepped into the lounge room, and sat down on the couch.
"I've just come to..." Billie paused, thinking carefully about what it was he was trying to say to her, "Apologize," he managed to voice, "I'm really sorry about what I said. It was hypocritical seeing as I've played in other bands too."
Chilli nodded and hugged him.
"I'm sorry too," she muttered pulling away and smiling at him, relieved that Billie Joe had apologized first (Chilli hates doing that), "I probably should have told you about Graffiti."
Graffiti is the name of Chilli's band if you dumb-bums hadn't already figured that out.
The two band members sat talking on the soft couch for roughly half an hour before Billie Joe suddenly leaned in towards Chilli, and...
