Your Time Means Nothing, chapter 2

"Joey, for the sixteenth time, wake up or I'm getting out the water gun!" Adrienne yelled up the staircase, her original initiative of lightly shaking the dozing Joey to a conscious state was failing considerably. Dramatic measures were ensued.

She tapped her foot in anticipation as she listened attentively for the sound of her awaking son. It simply wasn't happening.

"Okay, here comes the water gun!" She warned once more, knocking against the wall with her fist for emphasis. No reaction.

"Joey, please don't make me get the water gun." He knew she wouldn't get the water gun because in order to get out 'the water gun' she would need a water gun. Joey had disposed of the retched torture waking device previously that month.

Adrienne sighed in annoyance as she made to stomp up the stairs, picking up random articles of clothing and toys as she did. "Joseph Marciano Armstrong, get your butt out of bed right this moment before I get your father involved."

Joey scoffed at this comment revealing his awareness yet his lack of cooperation. "What's Dad going to do?"

Adrienne paused at the top of the stairs, arms burdened with action figures and wrinkled jeans she had folded previously that morning. "Well let's conduct a little experiment, shall we?" She rebutted, dumping the pile on the floor. Since when did her 2nd grader develop such an attitude? This truly was a product of Billie Joe Armstrong.

Down the hall, Jakob shrieked and padded across the wood floors to leap ungracefully onto his mother's legs. Adrienne staggered back before recovering from the impact-the extra load causing her to groan in annoyance. Adrienne dragged him across the floor, limping with her right leg to get to her destination.

"Jakob, not now, go brush your teeth." She said sternly, giving up on the load in her arms and dumping it on the side of the hall, silently adding the chore to the bottom of her list. "JOEY, I'M GETTING YOUR FATHER!" she hollered more as an advanced warning for Billie than for Joey.

Jakob was relentless on his grip on Adrienne's leg and giggled persistently as she struggled to get down the hall, kicking more articles of carelessly strewn clothes.

"I. DON'T. CARE!" Joey screamed back
"Jakob, get off." Adrienne begged, attempting to ply his tiny pudgy hands from her shins. "We can play this game once your brother is up and dressed."
"No!" He smiled accepting the one sided challenge.
"Jakob," she frowned, finally tearing his hands from her legs, "Get off and go to your room." She said austerely, nudging him lightly with her knee towards his open doorway.

"I DON'T SEE DAD DOING ANYTHING!" Joey yelled, poking his head out his doorway. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THAT STUPID SCHOOL!"
"JOEY, I SWEAR TO GOD!" She yelled as Jakob reattached himself to her legs. She redirected her attention to the giggling Jakob and pushed him off her, leading him forcefully with a hand on his back to his room. "Stay in your room, Jakob!" she said vehemently, closing the door behind him so he wouldn't add another distraction to an already distracted morning.

"JOEY, GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF YOUR ROOM, YOU'RE GOING TO SCHOOL!" Adrienne screamed, passing his closed door on the way to hers. A faint sound of sobbing echoed down the hall way from Jakob's room causing Adrienne to pause with her hand on the doorknob.

"God damnit, Jakob," she sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples warily. "JAKOB!" she called in a concerned apologetic voice.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He wailed pathetically from his closed door.

Adrienne, having just about lost it, kicked the final litter of clothing from her path, which happened to belong to her husband, and threw open the door. She stomped over to the contemptuous snoozing figure of Billie Joe and tapped him curtly on the shoulder, crossing her arms and glaring at the top of his head.

Billie slowly came to consciousness with a moan plunging his head under a pillow.
Adrienne scowled and snapped the pillow out of his grasp.

"Billie, I need your help" she said firmly, her lips pursed, foot tapping.
A jumble of incoherent mumblings emitted from his mouth as he turned his back to an unhappy Adrienne. Adrienne sighed and in one swift movement—swiped the covers off his curled body.

Billie sat up immediately with a cry, feeling the sudden impact of the cold against his bare chest, "What the hell, Adrienne?"
"Billie Joe Armstrong, some kind of conscious you have," Adrienne said incredulously, crossing her arms again and staring down disapprovingly.
"What? Adrienne, don't be a nag....it's...it's..." He looked summarily at the alarm clock "Holy shit, it's 6 in the morning."
"Yes, dear," Adrienne said brusquely, closing her eyes briefly as she heard another door slam. "It's 6 in the morning, and I have two little boys unwilling to cooperate."

"Well you could handle them before I came back, why not now?" He inquired dismissingly, Laying back down and cradling his head in his arms.
Adrienne let out a silent gasp as she felt the blood rush to her veins and her fists clench.
"Out of the three boys in the house, you are the most immature," Adrienne snapped "How dare you say that bull shit to me."
Billie responded with a grunt and brought his legs to his chest for a more comfortable position.

"You have no idea how I handle these boys when you're away. Come to think of it, you don't know I handle the boys when you're here!" Adrienne continued, ignoring Billie's indifference.

Billie continued to situate himself and ignore her "nagging".
"You know what? I might as well be a single mother. I've raised them all by myself," Adrienne barked.
"What?" Billie sat straight up again, forgetting his agonizing attempts at getting comfortable. He twirled his legs off the bed and stood even with Adrienne. "You think you've raised them all by yourself?"

"Prove to me otherwise!" Adrienne stood her ground, her eyes raising as Billie stood a good few inches taller than herself. "I mean, unless you mean that you've taught them how to cuss, yell," she started ticking off the fingers on her hands for emphasis, "get beer from the refrigerator, whine their way out of things, lay around carelessly, drop out of school— "

"No one has dropped out of school!" Billie interjected, "Their in 4th grade!"
"Joey is in 2nd grade, Jakob is in preschool," Adrienne said monotone.
"Oh don't play that shit on me, I was trying to prove a point. I know what grade our boys are in. OUR boys." Billie snapped, "What the hell is wrong anyway?"

Adrienne held up a finger to his lips so he would stop talking. Immediately yells, cries, and banging could be heard from down the hallway, wrapping up Adrienne's point in Latin silk and handing it to her generously.

Billie rolled his eyes and avoided looking at Adrienne's desperate face.
"Come on Billie, help me with the kids and we'll discuss this later."
"Just remember I'm not your kid too," Billie muttered, turning away from her to find a shirt.
Adrienne smirked. "Oh, I have to remind myself everyday."
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