Green Day Vs Bush 2- Bush's Revenge, chapter 2
Next morning, I woke up feeling VERY satisfied. I rolled over and looked at Adie lying next to me. She was so beautiful, and I was a lucky guy to have her. I was lucky to have everything I had, her, the kids, great friends, a job I loved, yep. I think sometimes you have to face mortal danger with someone to realise how special they really are. Me and Adie had been through some tough times, but we'd always bounced back. I know having a husband who was almost never around couldn't be easy, but she put up with me, and I'm pretty sure its not just because I'm such a great fucker. If that's all Adie was interested in, she would have married Tre.
I smiled and chuckled to myself gently, before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, jumping in surprise. I never looked good in the morning, but something about my reflection scared me that morning. It was something about my eyes. They weren't they're normal bright green, more... grey. But I felt fine, so I put it out of my mind as I shaved. I headed back to my room to get dressed. Adie was up by then.
"Hey, hot stuff, miss me?" she laughed. I threw a pair of socks at her. She threw a pillow at me. Soon we were engaged in a nude chucking war, having the time of our lives.
Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. "Aww, shit," I said, throwing on some pants and a shirt, and running downstairs to answer it. It was Mike.
"Hey Bill, didn't interrupt anything did I?" He said, glancing at the label sticking out under my chin.
"No Mike," I drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I always put my shirt on backwards and inside out."
"Sorry, I'll let you get dressed properly." he said, grinning. I ran upstairs and put my shirt on properly, and doing my eyeliner in the mirror. There was still something about my eyes that worried me, but I didn't think it was that important. I went back down to see what Mike wanted. Apparently, Anastasia and Estelle had seen the news last night and come down to see if it was true. He'd been woken up by a loud knock on the door, and opened it to see his Ex wife and their daughter standing there. Apparently, his morning had involved a lot of hugging and teary reunion. I told him that me and Adie's morning had involved nude pillow-fighting. That made him laugh. Mike may be the most serious of us lot, but he's got a sense of humour. He stayed for coffee, typically, then left.
Me and Adie spent the rest of the day lazing around while the kids were at school. But that nagging doubt from this morning was still bugging me. I decided to solve it, to put my mind at rest. I went upstairs, and peered into the mirror. My eyes looked normal again. I relaxed. But then...
"Hello Armstrong, remember me?" Something totally unlike my face flashed in front of that mirror, and that voice... I yelled and tried to run backwards, tripping over my feet and falling on the tiles. "Ah shit!" I said, rubbing my back.
"Bill, are you okay?" Adie ran in, looking worried. I stood up, wincing in pain.
"Yeah, I just slipped on the tiles."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Go lie down for a bit."
"Adie, I'm fine"
"GO!" God, she sounded like my mother.
"Fine, Mom." She smiled. I headed to the bedroom, and carefully lay down on the bed. That's where I think best, on my own, in bed. Or the shower, but that's beside the point.
"Sorry Armstrong, did I startle you?" I jumped suddenly. That voice. It was familiar, but I couldn't place it. "Who are you?" I asked, wondering if I was dreaming.
"Don't you remember? You ruined my campaign, you made people hate me. I was doing a fine job until you came along, and then, as a final insult, you killed me."
"What? I haven't killed anyone!"
"Don't lie, you may not have shot me yourself, but its your fault. Am I jogging your memory now?"
My eyes flared wide as I realised. "Bush?" I breathed, suddenly scared.
"Yep"
"But, why are you here?"
"To finish what I started. I'm gonna get my revenge, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Bush laughed evilly, sending chills down my spine.
I smiled and chuckled to myself gently, before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, jumping in surprise. I never looked good in the morning, but something about my reflection scared me that morning. It was something about my eyes. They weren't they're normal bright green, more... grey. But I felt fine, so I put it out of my mind as I shaved. I headed back to my room to get dressed. Adie was up by then.
"Hey, hot stuff, miss me?" she laughed. I threw a pair of socks at her. She threw a pillow at me. Soon we were engaged in a nude chucking war, having the time of our lives.
Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. "Aww, shit," I said, throwing on some pants and a shirt, and running downstairs to answer it. It was Mike.
"Hey Bill, didn't interrupt anything did I?" He said, glancing at the label sticking out under my chin.
"No Mike," I drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I always put my shirt on backwards and inside out."
"Sorry, I'll let you get dressed properly." he said, grinning. I ran upstairs and put my shirt on properly, and doing my eyeliner in the mirror. There was still something about my eyes that worried me, but I didn't think it was that important. I went back down to see what Mike wanted. Apparently, Anastasia and Estelle had seen the news last night and come down to see if it was true. He'd been woken up by a loud knock on the door, and opened it to see his Ex wife and their daughter standing there. Apparently, his morning had involved a lot of hugging and teary reunion. I told him that me and Adie's morning had involved nude pillow-fighting. That made him laugh. Mike may be the most serious of us lot, but he's got a sense of humour. He stayed for coffee, typically, then left.
Me and Adie spent the rest of the day lazing around while the kids were at school. But that nagging doubt from this morning was still bugging me. I decided to solve it, to put my mind at rest. I went upstairs, and peered into the mirror. My eyes looked normal again. I relaxed. But then...
"Hello Armstrong, remember me?" Something totally unlike my face flashed in front of that mirror, and that voice... I yelled and tried to run backwards, tripping over my feet and falling on the tiles. "Ah shit!" I said, rubbing my back.
"Bill, are you okay?" Adie ran in, looking worried. I stood up, wincing in pain.
"Yeah, I just slipped on the tiles."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Go lie down for a bit."
"Adie, I'm fine"
"GO!" God, she sounded like my mother.
"Fine, Mom." She smiled. I headed to the bedroom, and carefully lay down on the bed. That's where I think best, on my own, in bed. Or the shower, but that's beside the point.
"Sorry Armstrong, did I startle you?" I jumped suddenly. That voice. It was familiar, but I couldn't place it. "Who are you?" I asked, wondering if I was dreaming.
"Don't you remember? You ruined my campaign, you made people hate me. I was doing a fine job until you came along, and then, as a final insult, you killed me."
"What? I haven't killed anyone!"
"Don't lie, you may not have shot me yourself, but its your fault. Am I jogging your memory now?"
My eyes flared wide as I realised. "Bush?" I breathed, suddenly scared.
"Yep"
"But, why are you here?"
"To finish what I started. I'm gonna get my revenge, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Bush laughed evilly, sending chills down my spine.
