Carpe Diem, chapter 4
"I know that, Dad, and I know you're all good intentions. But there are some things in life that you have to learn on your own...the hard way. Not everything should come easily."
I nodded. "But...my best friends? And both of them?"
"It was one date. At least, with Mike it was. With Tré it wasn't even a date," she said, looking out the glass doors to the backyard.
"What do you mean?" I asked, panicking that she'd (just listen to me, just) slept with him.
"I mean, we went shopping and then we went back to his house. We watched a movie and I fell asleep. We didn't go out for dinner; we had take-out Chinese."
I sighed, relieved. "You know that you're gonna have to choose between the two of them, right?"
"I know," she said, "And I have."
"You have?"
"Dad, I know this sounds weird, because I'm only twenty and I should be out living my life with my friends and not...well, let's just say, I'm not a normal twenty-year-old," she said, "Tré showed me what it was like to feel loved."
"What about me?" I asked.
"That's different," she responded, "That's parental love. Tré made me feel like...like there was a place for me in the world. Like if I ever needed anything, he'd do it. Just for me. Just to see me smile."
"And Mike?" I said, "He's got your wellbeing at heart too."
"I know," she nodded, "But...well, I'll just say that when I was fourteen, I was a normal teenage girl with raging hormones and I found myself liking both Tré and Mike at the same time." I shuddered. "Yea, yea. But anyway, over time, that...desire, I'll say, for Mike went away. He became more like an uncle to me, you know? And I know that Joey and Jake see both of them as uncles, but...Tré's just not, I guess. He never had that paternal gene around me."
I nodded carefully. "I see what you mean," I mumbled, and made a decision.
"All I want for you," I said, "Is to see you happy. I want you to be happy in your life and if that means I have to watch you fall in love with my best friend, I'll see it done. I wish I could make all your dreams come true, just with one snap of my fingers, but I can't. And if this is the closest I'll come, then I'll do it."
She smiled at me, a smile that she inherited from me, which I now threw back at her. "Well, Dad, since you want me to be happy," she said, "I should tell you this now."
"You're not pregnant, are you?" I groaned.
"No, Dad," she laughed, "I'm dropping out of CU."
"Why?"
"I don't want to be a consultant, Dad," she muttered, "You should know my passion has always been for music. I'm joining a band as soon as I can find one that wants me."
"That won't be hard," I shrugged, "One of Adeline's clients' lead singer, songwriter, and guitarist just died."
"What're they called?"
"Mayday. They're pretty good. You could take them places."
"When can I meet them?" she asked, leaning forward. I could see the spark in her eyes that told me she was exactly like me; ready to try anything if it meant doing what she loved.
I laughed out loud. "That's my girl."
She grinned lopsidedly. "Alright, I just thought of something and now I need to go search the internet for my Halloween costume," she said, and ran out.
***Billee Jo's POV***
As I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, where my laptop sat on my desk, I pulled out my phone. As soon as I had closed my door, I called Tré's number.
"Hello?"
"Tré," I grinned, "He's actually happy for me."
"Well that's a relief," he sighed, "So what now?"
"Mmm, well, I'm gonna get my Halloween costume," I smiled, sitting at my desk and putting my feet up on it, "For Gramma Ollie's party." Gramma Ollie always had a Halloween party.
"Anything I can do to match?" he asked.
"Hey, that's my parents' job, remember? You just go as whatever you want and I'll surprise you, ok?"
He sighed loudly. "Fine," he whined, "But this means you don't get to know what I'm being."
I imitated him with the loud sigh. "Fine," I muttered, "Talk to you later."
"Bye-bye," he said, and I hung up and turned on my computer.
Mom came in later on. "Hi Mom," I mumbled, not taking my eyes from the screen.
"What're you up to?" she asked, coming to stand behind me.
"I'll tell you, but you're not allowed to tell anyone else, alright?" I said. She nodded. "Promise?" she nodded again. "I'm getting my Halloween costume."
"What're you being?" she asked, grinning, closing the door, and kneeling beside my chair.
"Dad," I said simply.
She laughed. "I heard you two were fighting yesterday."
"Yea..." I sighed, "But we figured it out."
"And what's this I hear about you dating Mike and Tré?"
"Just Tré," I mumbled, placing my order and turning away from my computer. "It's not the same with Mike."
"He feels more like an uncle, doesn't he?" she said.
"Wow, Mom, you're amazing," I murmured, "You know exactly what's going through my mind."
"What can I say? It's a gift," she giggled.
"Adie!" Dad called from downstairs. Mom's head flicked around.
"Coming," she replied, and left again, winking at me as she closed the door.
I was practicing my guitar when Dad came in. "Hey Dad," I said, putting my guitar down.
"Hey," he grinned, "Watcha get?"
"Take a look," I shrugged, laying back on my bed.
I was thinking about how I was gonna tell Mike when Dad straightened up. "You're not allowed to wear this," he said, rather loudly. I sat up and laughed; he was holding one of the bras I'd gotten.
"Dad, no one's gonna see it," I giggled, "That goes under stuff. You should know that after twelve years of marriage."
"Hey, shut up," he laughed, "That's not cool."
"Yes it is," I smirked, "Because I'm cool."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are not!"
"Am too!"
"Whatever," he muttered, dropping the bra on the floor and grabbing my guitar and sitting next to me. "What's with the stickers?"
"You have stickers on your guitar," I shrugged, "Why shouldn't I?"
He glanced at me before bending closer to the guitar to look at the stickers. "What does this one say?" he asked, pointing to one that was partially covered by another. I examined it for a few minutes before grinning.
"It says, 'But Captain, that would be illogical,'" I said, "And I got one for Mike from the same store that says, 'No coffee, no workee.'"
"Perfect," Dad mumbled, "When're you gonna talk to Mike, by the way?"
"When he comes over next, I guess," I murmured, lying down on my bed again.
"Ah, well, he's here now," Dad replied, "Setting up his bass in the basement. I just came up here to borrow your guitar since mine's got a bunch of broken strings and I'm too lazy to fix it right now."
I groaned and sat up again. "I'll go talk to him now, then, I guess," I whined, and went downstairs as the doorbell rang. On my way to the basement, I opened the door and then ran down the stairs before I could even see who it was.
I went into the practise studio and closed the door behind me. The lights were dimmed so that the walls were an odd orange colour and everything in the room was simply silhouetted. "Mike?"
"Over here," he called, raising an arm from across the room, where he was sitting on the drum platform.
I started towards him and on the way, I stubbed my toe. "Fuck," I muttered, and he laughed as I sat down beside him. "Fuck you too." I waited until he stopped laughing to start. "Uh...Mike?"
"That's my name," he said.
"What am I to you?"
He hesitated before answering. "You're a pretty lady who isn't afraid of..."
"No, not like that," I mumbled, "I mean, am I a niece, a daughter, a sister?"
"What do you mean?" he asked carefully.
"I mean, I don't think it's gonna work out," I muttered, "You're like an uncle to me, Mike, and that's just wrong. Not to mention incestuous."
He nodded and stayed quiet for a moment. "Yea," he murmured, "Yea, I think you're more like a niece to me anyway. It never could've worked out."
"So then, no hard feelings?"
"No. You do what you want and I'll be proud."
"You sound like my dad," I giggled, but sobered quickly. "So...you'd be okay with me dating...Tré?"
He thought for a minute. "Yea, why?"
"Cuz I kinda...am," I said nervously.
"Oh."
***Mike Dirnt's POV***
Wow. That was...unexpected. But I was okay with it. "You're not mad, are you?" she asked.
"No, I'm not," I answered. She nodded and left me alone again with my bass.
***Billee Jo's POV***
I was going back up the stairs when Dad passed me on his way down with my guitar. He smiled gently at me and then he went into the room.
I was just wondering where Tré was when I stepped into my room to find him there. "Hey," he smiled.
"Uh...hi?"
"Why'd you run away when you opened the door?" he pouted.
"I had to talk to Mike," I responded, closing the door.
"Oh," he nodded, "And?"
"We're better off apart," I mumbled, "It's too incestuous."
"I could see that," he grinned.
"So what's up?"
He shrugged. "Just felt like saying hello before going to practise."
"Hello," I giggled.
"Hi," he waved, "But now I don't wanna leave."
"Aw, poor Tré," I laughed.
He stuck out his bottom lip and stomped his foot and crossed his arms. "I can't leave anyway," he pointed out, "You're standing in front of the door."
"Oh, well then I guess you'll have to figure out some way to get past me, won't you?"
"I guess so," he shrugged, came closer to me, and rested his hands on my hips. He leaned in and kissed my lips gently and I kissed back. Soon enough, I was backed up against the door with Tré's body pressed against mine as I sucked on his tongue. Finally we broke apart for air. "Now I really don't wanna leave."
I laughed. "How about you go and practise now, and then we can go out for dinner," I suggested.
"Alright," he nodded, "I'll come and get you when we're done."
"Ok," I replied, stepping away from the door so he could get through. He pecked my lips again before he left, and then he was gone and I was standing in my room, trying to make my head stop swimming. I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for a while before going to find my brothers.
I was on my way out of my room when Jake popped up beside me. "Hey Jake," I smiled.
"Hi, Billee," he grinned, "What were you and Tré doing? I saw him in your room earlier."
"He was telling me that he's going to take me out for dinner tonight," I lied quickly.
"You're dating Uncle Tré?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"He's not my uncle," I explained, "I know to you he is, but not to me."
"Oh."
"So what're you up to?" I asked, "You wanna go bug Dad?"
"Ok!" he laughed, grabbing my hand.
"Let's get Joey. He loves bugging Dad too," I said, and found Joey in his room. The three of us went down to the basement quietly and poked our heads through the door to the studio. The lights were on now, and they illuminated Dad with his guitar, Mike with his bass, and Tré at his drums, playing (for some reason; you'd think they'd be playing their new songs) Longview. I opened the door all the way and the boys and I sat on the couch near the door to watch.
"Billee, what's masturbation?" Jake whispered in my ear after the song.
"Go ask Dad," I laughed, who was tuning his guitar.
He nodded and ran over to Dad and tugged on his sleeve. Dad listened to what he was asking and then glared at me maliciously. "Go ask Tré," he said.
Jake ran over to Tré, who glared at Dad and then (I guess) explained it. Jake came back over to me and I asked what he said. "He said I'd learn when I'm older," Jake pouted.
"That's probably a good thing," I nodded, trying not to laugh. I stood up and went to the door. "I'm gonna go get something to drink. Anyone want anything?"
"Coffee," Mike called immediately.
"Anything else?"
"Can I just get some water?" Dad said.
"Sure," I replied, and left. Only, on my way up the stairs, I forgot what I was doing and went up to my room to check on my order for my Halloween costume.
I must've fallen asleep on my bed after I checked the order, because I woke up when someone went to pull the covers over me. My eyes opened halfway and I saw Tré pulling the covers up around me. "Tré..." I mumbled quietly.
"I'm here," he answered, sitting on the bed beside me and stroking my hair.
"What about dinner?" I asked.
"It's alright. You're tired, I'll let you sleep," he said, and kissed my forehead.
"But..."
"No buts," he murmured, "You sleep. We'll go out tomorrow."
"No," I said rather forcefully, and sat up. "I want to go to dinner."
"Are you sure? Cuz you can sleep if you want," he said.
"I know," I responded, "But I want to go to dinner."
He grinned. "Alright, let's go then," he muttered, standing up and helping me up. I stumbled when my foot got caught in the covers, but he caught me.
"Gr...Why does that always happen?" I cursed.
"You should change," Tré said, "We're going out for a nice dinner."
"Alright," I shrugged, opening my closet and pulling out a black halter top that had crossed strings down the back that tied at the small of my back, and a black a-symmetrical skirt. I shut myself in my bathroom and got changed and did my makeup, since it had all rubbed off while I was asleep. I checked myself in my mirror and then stepped out. At the sound of door, Tré turned and his jaw dropped. I giggled at the look on his face.
"You look...excellent," he mumbled.
"Thanks," I giggled. I led the way downstairs to where my one pair of heels were shoved into the closet. I slid them on while Tré pulled on his own shoes. "Dad, I'm going out for dinner. Don't wait up," I called.
"Wait, hold on," he replied, and came skidding into the room. "Where're you going?"
"I dunno," I murmured, "Ask Tré."
Dad glanced at him. "Don't worry, sir, I'm just taking her out for dinner," Tré grinned, "She'll be home by two."
"Two?!" Dad yelled, "That's too late."
"1:30," I cut in, "See you later." I pulled Tré out the door and closed it. He opened the car door for me, and once I was in, he closed it again before going over to his side of the car and getting in. "So where are we going?"
"Can't tell you," he smiled, pulling out of the driveway. We drove in silence for a while, me looking out the window to see if I could figure out where we were going. I looked back at Tré when he reached over and took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. He turned left, his left hand guiding the steering wheel, and brought my hand up to his lips as the car straightened out again.
He parked at a deli type place and opened the door. "I'll be right back," he said, and left me in the car with nothing to entertain me. I noticed he left the keys, so I turned on the radio to see what was on. I stopped on a '90's rock station which was playing 80. I laughed when I thought of my dad, sitting in his room in Gramma Ollie's house, writing this song for Mom. Tré got back in the car as the song ended, and he put a couple of bags in the backseat. He started out of the parking lot as Dominated Love Slave started playing. I start laughing hysterically, clutching my stomach, as he blinked at the radio and his own voice belted through the stereo.
"I hate myself," he muttered.
"I don't," I smirked, and started singing along. He looked tortured, and sighed when the song finally changed to Welcome to the Jungle.
"I hate this song," he mumbled.
"Alright," I shrugged, and turned off the radio.
"I can't believe they'd play that," he grumbled.
"What, Welcome to the Jungle?"
"No," he whined.
***Tré's POV***
"You're no fun," she murmured, "I love that song."
"You...do?" I asked.
"It's funny," she nodded, "And plus, now that I know how you feel about me," I looked away as I parked the car at the pier, "I know that it applies to me." She got out of the car and stood waiting for me as I looked at her oddly. I got out of the car too, and got out a blanket and the food. "I take it we're having a picnic."
I nodded. She took the blanket from me and spread it out on the sand and sat down. I sat down beside her and she smiled.
"This is nice, Tré," Billee sighed, "Thanks."
"Anything for you, darlin," I smiled. She blushed and I leaned in for a kiss. "So I got us food."
"I guessed," she giggled, opening one of the bags.
"I got you macaroni and cheese," I grinned, "Since I know it's your favourite."
"Thanks," she mumbled, pulling it out of the bag and grabbing a fork too. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we ate our food (I'd gotten a sandwich). She looked over and giggled quietly.
"What?" I asked, smiling. She reached over and wiped a bit of mustard off the corner of my mouth. "Oh, thanks."
She smiled shyly and looked out over the water while putting her meal down beside her on the blanket. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on them while still looking towards the sunset. I shuffled closer to her, moved the macaroni, and then pulled her onto my lap. "You ok?"
Billee looked up at me and I looked down at her. This time it was her who reached up and kissed me. I licked her lips before they opened for me, and I slid my hand down her back slowly to the tie at the bottom. She broke off and shifted so that she had her legs wrapped around my waist as I leaned back on my hands. She leaned forward, rested her forehead on mine and nuzzled my nose with hers. "I love you, Tré Cool," she whispered, staring into my eyes.
I nodded. "But...my best friends? And both of them?"
"It was one date. At least, with Mike it was. With Tré it wasn't even a date," she said, looking out the glass doors to the backyard.
"What do you mean?" I asked, panicking that she'd (just listen to me, just) slept with him.
"I mean, we went shopping and then we went back to his house. We watched a movie and I fell asleep. We didn't go out for dinner; we had take-out Chinese."
I sighed, relieved. "You know that you're gonna have to choose between the two of them, right?"
"I know," she said, "And I have."
"You have?"
"Dad, I know this sounds weird, because I'm only twenty and I should be out living my life with my friends and not...well, let's just say, I'm not a normal twenty-year-old," she said, "Tré showed me what it was like to feel loved."
"What about me?" I asked.
"That's different," she responded, "That's parental love. Tré made me feel like...like there was a place for me in the world. Like if I ever needed anything, he'd do it. Just for me. Just to see me smile."
"And Mike?" I said, "He's got your wellbeing at heart too."
"I know," she nodded, "But...well, I'll just say that when I was fourteen, I was a normal teenage girl with raging hormones and I found myself liking both Tré and Mike at the same time." I shuddered. "Yea, yea. But anyway, over time, that...desire, I'll say, for Mike went away. He became more like an uncle to me, you know? And I know that Joey and Jake see both of them as uncles, but...Tré's just not, I guess. He never had that paternal gene around me."
I nodded carefully. "I see what you mean," I mumbled, and made a decision.
"All I want for you," I said, "Is to see you happy. I want you to be happy in your life and if that means I have to watch you fall in love with my best friend, I'll see it done. I wish I could make all your dreams come true, just with one snap of my fingers, but I can't. And if this is the closest I'll come, then I'll do it."
She smiled at me, a smile that she inherited from me, which I now threw back at her. "Well, Dad, since you want me to be happy," she said, "I should tell you this now."
"You're not pregnant, are you?" I groaned.
"No, Dad," she laughed, "I'm dropping out of CU."
"Why?"
"I don't want to be a consultant, Dad," she muttered, "You should know my passion has always been for music. I'm joining a band as soon as I can find one that wants me."
"That won't be hard," I shrugged, "One of Adeline's clients' lead singer, songwriter, and guitarist just died."
"What're they called?"
"Mayday. They're pretty good. You could take them places."
"When can I meet them?" she asked, leaning forward. I could see the spark in her eyes that told me she was exactly like me; ready to try anything if it meant doing what she loved.
I laughed out loud. "That's my girl."
She grinned lopsidedly. "Alright, I just thought of something and now I need to go search the internet for my Halloween costume," she said, and ran out.
***Billee Jo's POV***
As I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, where my laptop sat on my desk, I pulled out my phone. As soon as I had closed my door, I called Tré's number.
"Hello?"
"Tré," I grinned, "He's actually happy for me."
"Well that's a relief," he sighed, "So what now?"
"Mmm, well, I'm gonna get my Halloween costume," I smiled, sitting at my desk and putting my feet up on it, "For Gramma Ollie's party." Gramma Ollie always had a Halloween party.
"Anything I can do to match?" he asked.
"Hey, that's my parents' job, remember? You just go as whatever you want and I'll surprise you, ok?"
He sighed loudly. "Fine," he whined, "But this means you don't get to know what I'm being."
I imitated him with the loud sigh. "Fine," I muttered, "Talk to you later."
"Bye-bye," he said, and I hung up and turned on my computer.
Mom came in later on. "Hi Mom," I mumbled, not taking my eyes from the screen.
"What're you up to?" she asked, coming to stand behind me.
"I'll tell you, but you're not allowed to tell anyone else, alright?" I said. She nodded. "Promise?" she nodded again. "I'm getting my Halloween costume."
"What're you being?" she asked, grinning, closing the door, and kneeling beside my chair.
"Dad," I said simply.
She laughed. "I heard you two were fighting yesterday."
"Yea..." I sighed, "But we figured it out."
"And what's this I hear about you dating Mike and Tré?"
"Just Tré," I mumbled, placing my order and turning away from my computer. "It's not the same with Mike."
"He feels more like an uncle, doesn't he?" she said.
"Wow, Mom, you're amazing," I murmured, "You know exactly what's going through my mind."
"What can I say? It's a gift," she giggled.
"Adie!" Dad called from downstairs. Mom's head flicked around.
"Coming," she replied, and left again, winking at me as she closed the door.
I was practicing my guitar when Dad came in. "Hey Dad," I said, putting my guitar down.
"Hey," he grinned, "Watcha get?"
"Take a look," I shrugged, laying back on my bed.
I was thinking about how I was gonna tell Mike when Dad straightened up. "You're not allowed to wear this," he said, rather loudly. I sat up and laughed; he was holding one of the bras I'd gotten.
"Dad, no one's gonna see it," I giggled, "That goes under stuff. You should know that after twelve years of marriage."
"Hey, shut up," he laughed, "That's not cool."
"Yes it is," I smirked, "Because I'm cool."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are not!"
"Am too!"
"Whatever," he muttered, dropping the bra on the floor and grabbing my guitar and sitting next to me. "What's with the stickers?"
"You have stickers on your guitar," I shrugged, "Why shouldn't I?"
He glanced at me before bending closer to the guitar to look at the stickers. "What does this one say?" he asked, pointing to one that was partially covered by another. I examined it for a few minutes before grinning.
"It says, 'But Captain, that would be illogical,'" I said, "And I got one for Mike from the same store that says, 'No coffee, no workee.'"
"Perfect," Dad mumbled, "When're you gonna talk to Mike, by the way?"
"When he comes over next, I guess," I murmured, lying down on my bed again.
"Ah, well, he's here now," Dad replied, "Setting up his bass in the basement. I just came up here to borrow your guitar since mine's got a bunch of broken strings and I'm too lazy to fix it right now."
I groaned and sat up again. "I'll go talk to him now, then, I guess," I whined, and went downstairs as the doorbell rang. On my way to the basement, I opened the door and then ran down the stairs before I could even see who it was.
I went into the practise studio and closed the door behind me. The lights were dimmed so that the walls were an odd orange colour and everything in the room was simply silhouetted. "Mike?"
"Over here," he called, raising an arm from across the room, where he was sitting on the drum platform.
I started towards him and on the way, I stubbed my toe. "Fuck," I muttered, and he laughed as I sat down beside him. "Fuck you too." I waited until he stopped laughing to start. "Uh...Mike?"
"That's my name," he said.
"What am I to you?"
He hesitated before answering. "You're a pretty lady who isn't afraid of..."
"No, not like that," I mumbled, "I mean, am I a niece, a daughter, a sister?"
"What do you mean?" he asked carefully.
"I mean, I don't think it's gonna work out," I muttered, "You're like an uncle to me, Mike, and that's just wrong. Not to mention incestuous."
He nodded and stayed quiet for a moment. "Yea," he murmured, "Yea, I think you're more like a niece to me anyway. It never could've worked out."
"So then, no hard feelings?"
"No. You do what you want and I'll be proud."
"You sound like my dad," I giggled, but sobered quickly. "So...you'd be okay with me dating...Tré?"
He thought for a minute. "Yea, why?"
"Cuz I kinda...am," I said nervously.
"Oh."
***Mike Dirnt's POV***
Wow. That was...unexpected. But I was okay with it. "You're not mad, are you?" she asked.
"No, I'm not," I answered. She nodded and left me alone again with my bass.
***Billee Jo's POV***
I was going back up the stairs when Dad passed me on his way down with my guitar. He smiled gently at me and then he went into the room.
I was just wondering where Tré was when I stepped into my room to find him there. "Hey," he smiled.
"Uh...hi?"
"Why'd you run away when you opened the door?" he pouted.
"I had to talk to Mike," I responded, closing the door.
"Oh," he nodded, "And?"
"We're better off apart," I mumbled, "It's too incestuous."
"I could see that," he grinned.
"So what's up?"
He shrugged. "Just felt like saying hello before going to practise."
"Hello," I giggled.
"Hi," he waved, "But now I don't wanna leave."
"Aw, poor Tré," I laughed.
He stuck out his bottom lip and stomped his foot and crossed his arms. "I can't leave anyway," he pointed out, "You're standing in front of the door."
"Oh, well then I guess you'll have to figure out some way to get past me, won't you?"
"I guess so," he shrugged, came closer to me, and rested his hands on my hips. He leaned in and kissed my lips gently and I kissed back. Soon enough, I was backed up against the door with Tré's body pressed against mine as I sucked on his tongue. Finally we broke apart for air. "Now I really don't wanna leave."
I laughed. "How about you go and practise now, and then we can go out for dinner," I suggested.
"Alright," he nodded, "I'll come and get you when we're done."
"Ok," I replied, stepping away from the door so he could get through. He pecked my lips again before he left, and then he was gone and I was standing in my room, trying to make my head stop swimming. I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for a while before going to find my brothers.
I was on my way out of my room when Jake popped up beside me. "Hey Jake," I smiled.
"Hi, Billee," he grinned, "What were you and Tré doing? I saw him in your room earlier."
"He was telling me that he's going to take me out for dinner tonight," I lied quickly.
"You're dating Uncle Tré?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"He's not my uncle," I explained, "I know to you he is, but not to me."
"Oh."
"So what're you up to?" I asked, "You wanna go bug Dad?"
"Ok!" he laughed, grabbing my hand.
"Let's get Joey. He loves bugging Dad too," I said, and found Joey in his room. The three of us went down to the basement quietly and poked our heads through the door to the studio. The lights were on now, and they illuminated Dad with his guitar, Mike with his bass, and Tré at his drums, playing (for some reason; you'd think they'd be playing their new songs) Longview. I opened the door all the way and the boys and I sat on the couch near the door to watch.
"Billee, what's masturbation?" Jake whispered in my ear after the song.
"Go ask Dad," I laughed, who was tuning his guitar.
He nodded and ran over to Dad and tugged on his sleeve. Dad listened to what he was asking and then glared at me maliciously. "Go ask Tré," he said.
Jake ran over to Tré, who glared at Dad and then (I guess) explained it. Jake came back over to me and I asked what he said. "He said I'd learn when I'm older," Jake pouted.
"That's probably a good thing," I nodded, trying not to laugh. I stood up and went to the door. "I'm gonna go get something to drink. Anyone want anything?"
"Coffee," Mike called immediately.
"Anything else?"
"Can I just get some water?" Dad said.
"Sure," I replied, and left. Only, on my way up the stairs, I forgot what I was doing and went up to my room to check on my order for my Halloween costume.
I must've fallen asleep on my bed after I checked the order, because I woke up when someone went to pull the covers over me. My eyes opened halfway and I saw Tré pulling the covers up around me. "Tré..." I mumbled quietly.
"I'm here," he answered, sitting on the bed beside me and stroking my hair.
"What about dinner?" I asked.
"It's alright. You're tired, I'll let you sleep," he said, and kissed my forehead.
"But..."
"No buts," he murmured, "You sleep. We'll go out tomorrow."
"No," I said rather forcefully, and sat up. "I want to go to dinner."
"Are you sure? Cuz you can sleep if you want," he said.
"I know," I responded, "But I want to go to dinner."
He grinned. "Alright, let's go then," he muttered, standing up and helping me up. I stumbled when my foot got caught in the covers, but he caught me.
"Gr...Why does that always happen?" I cursed.
"You should change," Tré said, "We're going out for a nice dinner."
"Alright," I shrugged, opening my closet and pulling out a black halter top that had crossed strings down the back that tied at the small of my back, and a black a-symmetrical skirt. I shut myself in my bathroom and got changed and did my makeup, since it had all rubbed off while I was asleep. I checked myself in my mirror and then stepped out. At the sound of door, Tré turned and his jaw dropped. I giggled at the look on his face.
"You look...excellent," he mumbled.
"Thanks," I giggled. I led the way downstairs to where my one pair of heels were shoved into the closet. I slid them on while Tré pulled on his own shoes. "Dad, I'm going out for dinner. Don't wait up," I called.
"Wait, hold on," he replied, and came skidding into the room. "Where're you going?"
"I dunno," I murmured, "Ask Tré."
Dad glanced at him. "Don't worry, sir, I'm just taking her out for dinner," Tré grinned, "She'll be home by two."
"Two?!" Dad yelled, "That's too late."
"1:30," I cut in, "See you later." I pulled Tré out the door and closed it. He opened the car door for me, and once I was in, he closed it again before going over to his side of the car and getting in. "So where are we going?"
"Can't tell you," he smiled, pulling out of the driveway. We drove in silence for a while, me looking out the window to see if I could figure out where we were going. I looked back at Tré when he reached over and took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. He turned left, his left hand guiding the steering wheel, and brought my hand up to his lips as the car straightened out again.
He parked at a deli type place and opened the door. "I'll be right back," he said, and left me in the car with nothing to entertain me. I noticed he left the keys, so I turned on the radio to see what was on. I stopped on a '90's rock station which was playing 80. I laughed when I thought of my dad, sitting in his room in Gramma Ollie's house, writing this song for Mom. Tré got back in the car as the song ended, and he put a couple of bags in the backseat. He started out of the parking lot as Dominated Love Slave started playing. I start laughing hysterically, clutching my stomach, as he blinked at the radio and his own voice belted through the stereo.
"I hate myself," he muttered.
"I don't," I smirked, and started singing along. He looked tortured, and sighed when the song finally changed to Welcome to the Jungle.
"I hate this song," he mumbled.
"Alright," I shrugged, and turned off the radio.
"I can't believe they'd play that," he grumbled.
"What, Welcome to the Jungle?"
"No," he whined.
***Tré's POV***
"You're no fun," she murmured, "I love that song."
"You...do?" I asked.
"It's funny," she nodded, "And plus, now that I know how you feel about me," I looked away as I parked the car at the pier, "I know that it applies to me." She got out of the car and stood waiting for me as I looked at her oddly. I got out of the car too, and got out a blanket and the food. "I take it we're having a picnic."
I nodded. She took the blanket from me and spread it out on the sand and sat down. I sat down beside her and she smiled.
"This is nice, Tré," Billee sighed, "Thanks."
"Anything for you, darlin," I smiled. She blushed and I leaned in for a kiss. "So I got us food."
"I guessed," she giggled, opening one of the bags.
"I got you macaroni and cheese," I grinned, "Since I know it's your favourite."
"Thanks," she mumbled, pulling it out of the bag and grabbing a fork too. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we ate our food (I'd gotten a sandwich). She looked over and giggled quietly.
"What?" I asked, smiling. She reached over and wiped a bit of mustard off the corner of my mouth. "Oh, thanks."
She smiled shyly and looked out over the water while putting her meal down beside her on the blanket. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on them while still looking towards the sunset. I shuffled closer to her, moved the macaroni, and then pulled her onto my lap. "You ok?"
Billee looked up at me and I looked down at her. This time it was her who reached up and kissed me. I licked her lips before they opened for me, and I slid my hand down her back slowly to the tie at the bottom. She broke off and shifted so that she had her legs wrapped around my waist as I leaned back on my hands. She leaned forward, rested her forehead on mine and nuzzled my nose with hers. "I love you, Tré Cool," she whispered, staring into my eyes.
