So life can get better! (Includes Green Day and Adrienne so no teenie comments), chapter 14
Rebyl's Poitn of View
I saw my mom walking out to the car and knew I had to get her back.
"MOM!"
"Rebyl?"
"YES! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND STOP ACTING LIKE A PISSY PANTS!"
"So it really was you?"
"YES!"
"Oh my gosh, Rebyl, but please, I need to get away from your dad. He has been driving me up the wall. I'll come back right before you guys leave for tour. I promise. I'm going to live with my parents in Minnesota for a while. I love you."
"Okay. Bye Mom."
She started her car and drove out of the driveway. My dad walked up the stairs, looking glum.
"Dad, don't look so depressed. She isn't really divorcing you, she just wants a break from, well, you, and she will be back just before tour. That's what she told me." I made my way to the bed by grabbing on to the dresser, the couch, and the TV and then collapsed on it. That was a work out. I heard my dad walk out of the room and walk back in. I felt him writing on my butt with a sharpie.
"Whuvahilleryuding?" I said into the pillow.
"What?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I am claiming your right butt cheek as mine. Frankie can have the other one."
"You are so weird."
Once he was done drawing on my butt, I asked him to take me to my room so I can get something on.
"Dad, you should get dressed too, I don't want to see Big Bob and the twins hanging out."
"Aw, but I like being naked. I'm going to go join a nudist colony."
"Please don't."
We finally got to my room, and I put on a pair of sweat pants and my dad's extremely old black and white tee with stupid with an arrow pointing up in sharpie. You could barely read it now. I found a way back to my dad's room, and my dad had a pair of boxers on (thank god). I lie back down on his bed and fell back asleep.
I woke up this morning to the phone ringing. I answered it, and it was my mom.
"Hi Rebyl, thank God you answered the phone. I just wanted to tell you that I am at my house. Please don't tell your dad where I am."
"Okay."
"Well I have to go, Barkley wants out."
"Ok."
"Bye honey, I love you"
"Love you too."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Who the hell is Barkley? I hung up the phone and walked downstairs. I could walk now, so it was okay.
"Hey Dad."
"Hey, just asking, what happened with you passing out in the shower?"
"I had this weird flashback thing and, yeah, I passed out."
"Oh, so, you're okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked at the clock and it was already 11:00. Joey and Jakob already got taken to school by my dad. Well, since I got chucked out, I didn't have to worry about that.
"Hey, are you up for a photo shoot today?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Good, I'll call Mike back and tell him you're up to it. I woke up to him calling about it."
"Okay." I got up and searched the cabinets until I finally found some powdered doughnuts. I ate three of them and grabbed an apple. I ate the apple and threw it away. I ran upstairs and into my room. I put on a pair of Nike shocks and ran back down. The stupid doctors got the X-rays mixed up, and it turned out my leg and head was fine. Stupid doctors.
We started driving to the photo shoot, and we started arguing about what to listen to.
"The Ramones."
"Sex Pistols!"
"No."
"Yes."
It went on like that the whole way until we got there. We walked in, and my dad explained everything to Mike and Trè.
"So Adie is coming back, right?" Trè asked.
"Yeah, but not until tour."
"And you are joining a nudist colony?"
"I was just kidding about that part, Trè."
"Damn, I wanted to join with you!"
"You guys are weird..." Mike and I said in unison and then started cracking up. Trè and my dad just gave us weird looks.
"OK people, we need you in costume!" the overly cheerful manager said. "You need to meet the photographer. There are two of them. One is Yuren Hell," (pronounce your in hell). We all started laughing at that. "And one is Gowto Hell, they are sisters." (Gowto is pronounced go to).
"Ok then."
Two preppy girls walked out.
"Like oh my gosh, we get to do a photo shoot for BILLY JO ARMSTRONG! AHHHHH!" one of them yelled. They handed me a pink Hollister baby tee, Trè and Mike Hollister Tees, and my dad? A Hollister Speedo.
"I'm not wearing this," I told them.
"Uh, yes you are."
"Uh, no I'm not," I mocked her. Last time I mocked a prep, they beat my ass. Oh well.
"Uh, if you don't wear this, I can get you kicked out."
"You have no authority to do that."
"RESPECT MY AUTHORITA!" Trè screamed, using Cartman's quote from South Park.
"Listen, I am not wearing that."
"Urgh, fine!" Mr. Robinson! Rebyl refuses to wear the costumes we picked out!"
"Oh well! Let her wear what she wants!" someone yelled.
I walked into a room labeled "Dressing Room" with the guys right on my heels. We all went our separate ways to look for good clothes. I saw a pair of black straight leg pants and a black shirt with a heart grenade on it. How convenient! A heart grenade, American Idiot, heart grenade, American Idiot, catch my drift? Anyway, I went into a changing area and put on the outfit and realized that I need shoes. I found a pair of black 1-inch platform shoes and a studded belt. I put them on along with a red and black polka-dotted tie. I heard Trè yell for us to look. I looked over and saw Trè wearing something that I would describe as a nose dildo. I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.
"Hi, my name is Jeremy Robinson, I am the manager here. I'm sorry if the Brittany Spear's photographers scared you. I let it slip that your dad was going to be here, and they snuck right past me to see him," the real manager told me. "If you don't mind explaining that to the rest of your band, that would be nice, so I don't sound like a broken record."
"Ok...they should be out soon."
"Ok, why don't we get you into make-up and hair."
"Ok." I went into a room labeled "Make-up and hair room" and sat in a chair. A lady came over with a stick of eyeliner and some mascara. She did my make-up and asked if she could cut my shoulder length hair. I told her sure, and she cut it into a Rod Stewart kind of look. It looked really awesome. By this time, the rest of the guys were all sitting next to me and letting out "ohs and "awes" at my new hair style.
I waltzed out of the hair and make-up room along with Mike. My dad was taking too long complaining about how he wants his eyeliner done, and Trè had to get his faux hawk. Finally we had to strike a few poses as normal rock stars, and then a few of us as minister/pastor, things. It was pretty funny. Especially Trè. Trè, a pastor...yeah, right. Finally, after about 3 hours, we got to go home.
My dad, Joey, and Jakob, were depressed for the next 2 months because he missed my mom. I got e-mails from her daily, but she asked me not to show any of them to my dad. Finally, 2 months later, at 1:00 in the morning, my dad, Trè, Mike, Ronny, Jason, Jason, and Ronny were at a local bar, and I stayed at home, hanging out with Mona and Stella. We were upstairs listening to Mona's new Clash CD when I heard the doorbell ring. I walked down the stairs with Joey to answer it. I opened the door and there was my mom. She ran in and gave me a hug and then Joey. Jakob ran down to see what was going on. He just turned one.
"Mommy!" Wow, he said something besides "When is Webby coming home?"
"Oh, my baby!" She picked Jakob up and started to walk to the kitchen. Jake yawned, and my mom put him back to bad, along with Joey. Stella and Mona fell asleep upstairs, so it was just my mom and me.
"So, how was life at home without me?"
"Miserable. Dad has been depressed which is making Jake depressed, and it seems like it is up to me and Joey to hold the family together. I mean, yeah we missed you, but we weren't going to get all worked up about it. Dad still thinks that you are never coming home, and that you're divorcing him."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry I put that much strain on you. Your dad was just driving me crazy."
"How?"
"Well, just, parent things. You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
She sighed before continuing.
"Well, your dad and I have had off and on fights since before we found you, and things were only getting worse. I needed a break, and I could tell that your dad did too. Where is he anyway?" she said, looking around the room.
"At the bar with the guys."
"Oh. Wow, you guys kept the house clean."
"That would be mine and Mike's doing. Dad has been a wreck. Just throwing pop cans and chip bags on the floor. Clothes all over. One day dad went to Trè's for one reason or another, and Mike and I decided to clean up. I kept it clean from there."
"Thanks Rebyl, you did a great job taking care of things. So how is the album doing? I know well, I saw you guys on TRL."
"Oh, you saw Trè being himself on public TV?"
"Yeah, it had my dad clutching his sides, laughing. My dad only met Trè once."
"Yeah, Trè can do that to a person." Right after I said that, my dad waltzed through the door. He didn't look very drunk. He looked up and saw my mom. He ran faster than I have ever seen him run and hugged her as tight as possible.
"Oh my God, babe, I missed you," he said while kissing her neck. She lifted his chin up and kissed him.
"GET A ROOM FOR GOD'S SAKE!" I yelled. They started laughing, and my dad wiggled his eyebrows and they ran up the stairs, giggling all the way. Oh God. Mona walked downstairs looking half dead.
"Hey, Mona."
"You got any coffee?"
I saw my mom walking out to the car and knew I had to get her back.
"MOM!"
"Rebyl?"
"YES! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND STOP ACTING LIKE A PISSY PANTS!"
"So it really was you?"
"YES!"
"Oh my gosh, Rebyl, but please, I need to get away from your dad. He has been driving me up the wall. I'll come back right before you guys leave for tour. I promise. I'm going to live with my parents in Minnesota for a while. I love you."
"Okay. Bye Mom."
She started her car and drove out of the driveway. My dad walked up the stairs, looking glum.
"Dad, don't look so depressed. She isn't really divorcing you, she just wants a break from, well, you, and she will be back just before tour. That's what she told me." I made my way to the bed by grabbing on to the dresser, the couch, and the TV and then collapsed on it. That was a work out. I heard my dad walk out of the room and walk back in. I felt him writing on my butt with a sharpie.
"Whuvahilleryuding?" I said into the pillow.
"What?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I am claiming your right butt cheek as mine. Frankie can have the other one."
"You are so weird."
Once he was done drawing on my butt, I asked him to take me to my room so I can get something on.
"Dad, you should get dressed too, I don't want to see Big Bob and the twins hanging out."
"Aw, but I like being naked. I'm going to go join a nudist colony."
"Please don't."
We finally got to my room, and I put on a pair of sweat pants and my dad's extremely old black and white tee with stupid with an arrow pointing up in sharpie. You could barely read it now. I found a way back to my dad's room, and my dad had a pair of boxers on (thank god). I lie back down on his bed and fell back asleep.
I woke up this morning to the phone ringing. I answered it, and it was my mom.
"Hi Rebyl, thank God you answered the phone. I just wanted to tell you that I am at my house. Please don't tell your dad where I am."
"Okay."
"Well I have to go, Barkley wants out."
"Ok."
"Bye honey, I love you"
"Love you too."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Who the hell is Barkley? I hung up the phone and walked downstairs. I could walk now, so it was okay.
"Hey Dad."
"Hey, just asking, what happened with you passing out in the shower?"
"I had this weird flashback thing and, yeah, I passed out."
"Oh, so, you're okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked at the clock and it was already 11:00. Joey and Jakob already got taken to school by my dad. Well, since I got chucked out, I didn't have to worry about that.
"Hey, are you up for a photo shoot today?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Good, I'll call Mike back and tell him you're up to it. I woke up to him calling about it."
"Okay." I got up and searched the cabinets until I finally found some powdered doughnuts. I ate three of them and grabbed an apple. I ate the apple and threw it away. I ran upstairs and into my room. I put on a pair of Nike shocks and ran back down. The stupid doctors got the X-rays mixed up, and it turned out my leg and head was fine. Stupid doctors.
We started driving to the photo shoot, and we started arguing about what to listen to.
"The Ramones."
"Sex Pistols!"
"No."
"Yes."
It went on like that the whole way until we got there. We walked in, and my dad explained everything to Mike and Trè.
"So Adie is coming back, right?" Trè asked.
"Yeah, but not until tour."
"And you are joining a nudist colony?"
"I was just kidding about that part, Trè."
"Damn, I wanted to join with you!"
"You guys are weird..." Mike and I said in unison and then started cracking up. Trè and my dad just gave us weird looks.
"OK people, we need you in costume!" the overly cheerful manager said. "You need to meet the photographer. There are two of them. One is Yuren Hell," (pronounce your in hell). We all started laughing at that. "And one is Gowto Hell, they are sisters." (Gowto is pronounced go to).
"Ok then."
Two preppy girls walked out.
"Like oh my gosh, we get to do a photo shoot for BILLY JO ARMSTRONG! AHHHHH!" one of them yelled. They handed me a pink Hollister baby tee, Trè and Mike Hollister Tees, and my dad? A Hollister Speedo.
"I'm not wearing this," I told them.
"Uh, yes you are."
"Uh, no I'm not," I mocked her. Last time I mocked a prep, they beat my ass. Oh well.
"Uh, if you don't wear this, I can get you kicked out."
"You have no authority to do that."
"RESPECT MY AUTHORITA!" Trè screamed, using Cartman's quote from South Park.
"Listen, I am not wearing that."
"Urgh, fine!" Mr. Robinson! Rebyl refuses to wear the costumes we picked out!"
"Oh well! Let her wear what she wants!" someone yelled.
I walked into a room labeled "Dressing Room" with the guys right on my heels. We all went our separate ways to look for good clothes. I saw a pair of black straight leg pants and a black shirt with a heart grenade on it. How convenient! A heart grenade, American Idiot, heart grenade, American Idiot, catch my drift? Anyway, I went into a changing area and put on the outfit and realized that I need shoes. I found a pair of black 1-inch platform shoes and a studded belt. I put them on along with a red and black polka-dotted tie. I heard Trè yell for us to look. I looked over and saw Trè wearing something that I would describe as a nose dildo. I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.
"Hi, my name is Jeremy Robinson, I am the manager here. I'm sorry if the Brittany Spear's photographers scared you. I let it slip that your dad was going to be here, and they snuck right past me to see him," the real manager told me. "If you don't mind explaining that to the rest of your band, that would be nice, so I don't sound like a broken record."
"Ok...they should be out soon."
"Ok, why don't we get you into make-up and hair."
"Ok." I went into a room labeled "Make-up and hair room" and sat in a chair. A lady came over with a stick of eyeliner and some mascara. She did my make-up and asked if she could cut my shoulder length hair. I told her sure, and she cut it into a Rod Stewart kind of look. It looked really awesome. By this time, the rest of the guys were all sitting next to me and letting out "ohs and "awes" at my new hair style.
I waltzed out of the hair and make-up room along with Mike. My dad was taking too long complaining about how he wants his eyeliner done, and Trè had to get his faux hawk. Finally we had to strike a few poses as normal rock stars, and then a few of us as minister/pastor, things. It was pretty funny. Especially Trè. Trè, a pastor...yeah, right. Finally, after about 3 hours, we got to go home.
My dad, Joey, and Jakob, were depressed for the next 2 months because he missed my mom. I got e-mails from her daily, but she asked me not to show any of them to my dad. Finally, 2 months later, at 1:00 in the morning, my dad, Trè, Mike, Ronny, Jason, Jason, and Ronny were at a local bar, and I stayed at home, hanging out with Mona and Stella. We were upstairs listening to Mona's new Clash CD when I heard the doorbell ring. I walked down the stairs with Joey to answer it. I opened the door and there was my mom. She ran in and gave me a hug and then Joey. Jakob ran down to see what was going on. He just turned one.
"Mommy!" Wow, he said something besides "When is Webby coming home?"
"Oh, my baby!" She picked Jakob up and started to walk to the kitchen. Jake yawned, and my mom put him back to bad, along with Joey. Stella and Mona fell asleep upstairs, so it was just my mom and me.
"So, how was life at home without me?"
"Miserable. Dad has been depressed which is making Jake depressed, and it seems like it is up to me and Joey to hold the family together. I mean, yeah we missed you, but we weren't going to get all worked up about it. Dad still thinks that you are never coming home, and that you're divorcing him."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry I put that much strain on you. Your dad was just driving me crazy."
"How?"
"Well, just, parent things. You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
She sighed before continuing.
"Well, your dad and I have had off and on fights since before we found you, and things were only getting worse. I needed a break, and I could tell that your dad did too. Where is he anyway?" she said, looking around the room.
"At the bar with the guys."
"Oh. Wow, you guys kept the house clean."
"That would be mine and Mike's doing. Dad has been a wreck. Just throwing pop cans and chip bags on the floor. Clothes all over. One day dad went to Trè's for one reason or another, and Mike and I decided to clean up. I kept it clean from there."
"Thanks Rebyl, you did a great job taking care of things. So how is the album doing? I know well, I saw you guys on TRL."
"Oh, you saw Trè being himself on public TV?"
"Yeah, it had my dad clutching his sides, laughing. My dad only met Trè once."
"Yeah, Trè can do that to a person." Right after I said that, my dad waltzed through the door. He didn't look very drunk. He looked up and saw my mom. He ran faster than I have ever seen him run and hugged her as tight as possible.
"Oh my God, babe, I missed you," he said while kissing her neck. She lifted his chin up and kissed him.
"GET A ROOM FOR GOD'S SAKE!" I yelled. They started laughing, and my dad wiggled his eyebrows and they ran up the stairs, giggling all the way. Oh God. Mona walked downstairs looking half dead.
"Hey, Mona."
"You got any coffee?"
