Green Day Baby, chapter 12
"Gah! What happened to all my guitar picks!" I yell frustrated as I storm out of the basement. I go to the desk in the hall and pull the drawer open. The guys and I were having band practice and I dropped my pick and can't find it. Rosie and Marc came to watch. The past month she stops by often with Marc of course, Lainey doesn't trust us all that much.
At first I could tell she came over because she was more star-struck then anything else but as she got used to us she's sort of become family again. Not to mention Marc who can raid a kitchen cabinet in three seconds flat, I remember when I could do that without gaining a crackload of weight. That's why I work out now, so I can eat whatever the hell I want and still look damn sexy for Adie.
Anyway back to my search for guitar picks I rip open the drawer and start digging through it when I come across a picture of Joey, Jake, Stella, Frankito and Ramona. Dear god Ramona looked like Rosie, unnervingly similar resemblance. I'm starting to doubt the fact that Tre never slept Adeena. I grab a few guitar picks from the back of the drawer and head back downstairs trying to ignore the picture which is now burnt in my mind.
"Found your pick," Rosie says holding up the green piece of plastic proudly.
"Oh now you tell me, after I go through hell and back trying to find some more," I say laughing as I take my guitar back from Marc who was attempting to play American Idiot.
I look over at Tre who's juggling his drumsticks with his tongue sticking way out, he makes me sick. I feel myself sweat a bit as I pull the guitar strap over my head. Mike stares at me.
"What?!"
"Uh nothing," he stutters, "You okay?"
"Yeah," I lie, I kept picturing Tre and Adeena and how he lied to us all along and didn't speak up when Mike pretended to be Rosie father, when the police officer came and took her away then waiting so long to find her. "Can we play Platypus?"
"Platypus?" Tre asks as he stops juggling and sits back down, "We only play that when we're pissed."
"Yeah Bill," Mike adds in, "What gives?"
"Ahh nothing, just have too much energy," I lie.
"Isn't that when you resort to St. Jimmy," Marc pipes up.
"Yeah well, can we just play that we haven't in a long time," I say just about ready to throw my guitar at Tre.
"Yeah c'mon play it!" Rosie says happily, "My aunt won't let us listen to it in the house," Mike laughs and Tre counts us down.
I start yelling the angry words into the microphone in front of me, was barely playing guitar and I could tell Mike noticed, he kept half glancing at me throughout the song. Then it happened the song came to an end and I was still angry. The doorbell rang a couple of times causing Rosie and Marc to sigh.
"Hey Tre," Rosie said quickly, "so drum lessons tomorrow?"
"Yep," Tre says happily as the two teenagers clambered up the stairs.
I hear the front door slam shut and Mike glares at me.
"Okay they're gone now, what's up?"
"Why don't you ask Tre!" I hiss.
"What?" Tre asks uneasily as he puts down his drumsticks and sort of braces himself emotionally and physically. He seemed so weak, I could take him, teach him a lesson right here right now.
"Billie," Mike says cautiously stepping forward.
"You're a sick bastard!" I yell. Luckily Adie took the boys to the dentist today. "You're Rosie's fucking father and you don't tell us, you let the cop take her away!" Tre falls to his knees and starts crying, Mike looks at me infuriated and confused.
"Billie what the hell!"
"Didn't you ever realize Rosie looks exactly like Ramona!"
"There is some-" Mike cuts himself off and looks at the weeping drummer, "Is it true."
"I don't know!" Tre exclaims throwing his hands in the air.
"How can you not know! Did you sleep with Adeena or not?!" Mike demanded.
Tre continued to sob.
"I don't know!" he cried out. "There were plenty of nights where I got so high, so wasted that I didn't remember what happened the night before." I sat in front of him and shook his shoulders, he didn't even try to defend himself. "I don't remember! There must've been a million parties in our building!"
"That would explain why Adeena was always such a bitch to you," Mike mumbles.
"You guys are missing the point!" I yell, "You have to get a DNA test!"
At first I could tell she came over because she was more star-struck then anything else but as she got used to us she's sort of become family again. Not to mention Marc who can raid a kitchen cabinet in three seconds flat, I remember when I could do that without gaining a crackload of weight. That's why I work out now, so I can eat whatever the hell I want and still look damn sexy for Adie.
Anyway back to my search for guitar picks I rip open the drawer and start digging through it when I come across a picture of Joey, Jake, Stella, Frankito and Ramona. Dear god Ramona looked like Rosie, unnervingly similar resemblance. I'm starting to doubt the fact that Tre never slept Adeena. I grab a few guitar picks from the back of the drawer and head back downstairs trying to ignore the picture which is now burnt in my mind.
"Found your pick," Rosie says holding up the green piece of plastic proudly.
"Oh now you tell me, after I go through hell and back trying to find some more," I say laughing as I take my guitar back from Marc who was attempting to play American Idiot.
I look over at Tre who's juggling his drumsticks with his tongue sticking way out, he makes me sick. I feel myself sweat a bit as I pull the guitar strap over my head. Mike stares at me.
"What?!"
"Uh nothing," he stutters, "You okay?"
"Yeah," I lie, I kept picturing Tre and Adeena and how he lied to us all along and didn't speak up when Mike pretended to be Rosie father, when the police officer came and took her away then waiting so long to find her. "Can we play Platypus?"
"Platypus?" Tre asks as he stops juggling and sits back down, "We only play that when we're pissed."
"Yeah Bill," Mike adds in, "What gives?"
"Ahh nothing, just have too much energy," I lie.
"Isn't that when you resort to St. Jimmy," Marc pipes up.
"Yeah well, can we just play that we haven't in a long time," I say just about ready to throw my guitar at Tre.
"Yeah c'mon play it!" Rosie says happily, "My aunt won't let us listen to it in the house," Mike laughs and Tre counts us down.
I start yelling the angry words into the microphone in front of me, was barely playing guitar and I could tell Mike noticed, he kept half glancing at me throughout the song. Then it happened the song came to an end and I was still angry. The doorbell rang a couple of times causing Rosie and Marc to sigh.
"Hey Tre," Rosie said quickly, "so drum lessons tomorrow?"
"Yep," Tre says happily as the two teenagers clambered up the stairs.
I hear the front door slam shut and Mike glares at me.
"Okay they're gone now, what's up?"
"Why don't you ask Tre!" I hiss.
"What?" Tre asks uneasily as he puts down his drumsticks and sort of braces himself emotionally and physically. He seemed so weak, I could take him, teach him a lesson right here right now.
"Billie," Mike says cautiously stepping forward.
"You're a sick bastard!" I yell. Luckily Adie took the boys to the dentist today. "You're Rosie's fucking father and you don't tell us, you let the cop take her away!" Tre falls to his knees and starts crying, Mike looks at me infuriated and confused.
"Billie what the hell!"
"Didn't you ever realize Rosie looks exactly like Ramona!"
"There is some-" Mike cuts himself off and looks at the weeping drummer, "Is it true."
"I don't know!" Tre exclaims throwing his hands in the air.
"How can you not know! Did you sleep with Adeena or not?!" Mike demanded.
Tre continued to sob.
"I don't know!" he cried out. "There were plenty of nights where I got so high, so wasted that I didn't remember what happened the night before." I sat in front of him and shook his shoulders, he didn't even try to defend himself. "I don't remember! There must've been a million parties in our building!"
"That would explain why Adeena was always such a bitch to you," Mike mumbles.
"You guys are missing the point!" I yell, "You have to get a DNA test!"
