Now What's Gonna Happen? (sequel to What the Hell...?), chapter 1
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"Kay, come on, get up! Please!" I heard Jake hiss at me while he tried to pull me out of my bed.
"What do you want, Jay?" I hissed back.
"Something's wrong with Dad, and Mom's out till 2. I don't know what's wrong!"
"Alright, alright. Where is he?"
Jake led me to the living room, where Billie Joe sat there, staring at the wall.
"Billie," I said, waving my hand in his face. He didn't respond. So I whacked his head, and that brought him out of his trance.
"What the hell, Kay!?" Billie Joe yelled at me. I looked at him like he was an idiot.
"You do know Jay woke me up at 5 in the morning to see if you were alright."
"Shit. Sorry, Jake," Billie Joe apologized to him.
"It's alright, Dad," Jake replied. "But what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"Alright. Night, uh, morning?"
"Night, Jake."
I sat down next to him. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I told you guys."
I looked at him. "You're lying straight to my face, just as you did your sons. Whats. Up."
Billie Joe laughed. "How can you tell? You're not even 15."
"I can read people. It's not a common ability. But I think Mike can do it, too."
"Really. That would explain a lot."
"Answer my question." I gave him one of my looks that not many people stand up against. So far, my parents, grandparent, and Nick were the only people who never caved into it.
"Fine," Billie Joe sighed. "But don't act like a shrink, okay?"
"Fine, just spill."
"Well, I'm just not understanding people as much, and it's causing troubles. That's why Adie went out. We had a fight."
"Oh, this is easy. Take some time to yourself, relax, and don't talk to people if you're mad. It builds walls." I stood up and decided I was awake. "Do you want breakfast? I can actually cook."
"Sure. And thanks."
"Any time. I'm well known for giving good advice, from a bad hair day to family or breakup problems."
"Sounds like hard work," Billie laughed.
"It is," I said, digging a muffin mix out from the cabinet, then jumped back down to the floor. At 5'4, I'm currently shorter than Billie Joe, but I'm still growing. So I jump to something, or jump and climb to get it.
About 25 minutes later, I was finished with the muffins, and Joey came down, after smelling the food I guess, soon followed by Jakob.
"Morning J's," I said. That was usually how I greeted them in the morning.
"Whatever," Joey said, reaching for the muffins, but was beaten by Billie Joe. "Dad, gimme a muffin."
"No, they're all mine," Billie taunted. I tossed one from the batch I just got out of the oven to Joey, and one to Jake. "Thanks."
"We can have this batch if Billie's gonna eat the other one," I said, grabbing a muffin for myself. Billie looked lonely eating alone, so I grabbed his batch and dragged it over by mine, Joey's, and Jake's. He looked pissed, but got the hint and joined us, just as Tre came bursting through the door. Again.
"Knock on the door, dammit," I said, shoving him out the door, then locking it. He knocked, and I let him in. "Much better." I tossed him a muffin. God, I had him trained like a dog.
"Tre, you're like a pet dog to Kay," Billie Joe laughed. "It's like you obey her every command."
"What's wrong with dogs?" Tre asked, getting on all fours and following me around. I had it when he... well, how dogs greet each other. I then punched him in the face. Tre looked surprised, and fell back on impact. Billie Joe sat there with a shocked look on his face, but then burst out laughing. So did Joey and Jake. "Ow, Kay, what was that for!?" He was holding his nose, which was bleeding.
"Don't EVER do that again," I hissed. "Got it?"
"Yes ma'am," Tre quietly answered.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes ma'am!" Tre yelled.
"Good. Put some ice on your nose."
"God id." I got him a bag of ice as he stood up, brought him over to the couch, set him up, and went back to the table. "I swear... "
"Don't swear," Nick said, coming in the back door, followed by Mike.
"Tre here?" Mike asked Billie Joe.
"Couch," I answered for him. I was still pretty annoyed at him. Nick saw this, looked over at Tre, and started laughing. Mike looked over, too, and asked what he did this time.
"I wad fawing Kay, and thee punthed me," Tre managed to get out. Mike didn't understand what he said, so Billie Joe explained everything. Mike went over to Tre, and sighed.
"His nose is definitely broken," Mike explained.
"Great. Charged with battery assault," I muttered under my breath.
"He wouldn't, Kay," Mike said.
"Doesn't matter. I know law; most of my family were cops," I said, going up the stairs to my room. I was in a depressed mood, so I put Dookie on, and flipped it to Basket Case. That song never failed to make me happy, or happier- whatever the occasion called for.
"Kay?" Billie Joe said, knocking at my door. "Can I come in?"
"Whatever," I answered, and he walked through the door, followed by Mike.
"Kay, Tre's worried about you, you know," Billie said, turning my music down.
"Why?" I hissed. "I'm the one who should be worried. I punched the legendary Tre Cool."
Mike sighed. "He wouldn't put anything against you, Kay, and you know that."
"I actually don't know you guys that well, I don't know if he would or wouldn't!"
"Mike's telling you he won't," Billie Joe said, putting his hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. "We can promise that." I just looked at him. He could tell I didn't believe them. "Please, believe us."
"I can't help it-I trust you guys, and believe you, but... there's something missing. I don't know if you guys can feel it, but I do. Loud and clear. And what scares me is I don't know what it is."
"How about you don't worry about it," Billie Joe smiled.
I sighed. "I can try, but I can't promise. I worry about everybody. That's my personality."
"Alright, but how about you go talk to Tre? He's worried." Mike said.
"Okay," I said, getting up. "I'll go talk to him." I went downstairs, and went over to the couch. "Tre?" He looked up in response. "I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to hurt you. I just... Don't like people invading my personal space." He smiled, and nodded, since you couldn't really make out what he said if he talked. I went over and gave him a hug, and knew he wasn't mad at me anymore, if he was in the first place. At least his nose stopped bleeding.
As Jake said, Adrienne came home around 2, and looked angry and sad at the same time. I was sitting on the couch with Billie and Tre, flicking through the channels.
"Hi, Adie," I greeted. She nodded, looking at Billie, then at Tre's nose.
"What happened to your nose, Tre?" Adie asked. He pointed to me, and I grinned. "Spill," she grinned back.
"Have Billie Joe tell you," I smiled, and nudged Billie with my elbow. He got the hint, and took Adie up to their room. I guess they resolved their issues from the fight earlier too, because they came back down with Adrienne on Billie Joe's back. I rolled my eyes, and went into the kitchen to get a drink. When I opened the fridge, I spotted my favorite drink- Mountain Dew Livewire. "LIVEWIRE! YES!" I yelled, grabbing a can and popping it open.
"Oh, jeez, not you, too!" Billie Joe moaned. "Joey and Tre are addicted to that stuff!" When he said that, I tossed one to Tre, too.
"Thanks for letting me know!" I grinned, taking a big gulp of it. "I'll be up four extra hours tonight. HYPER POWER!"
"Terrific," Billie Joe sighed, and let Adrienne down. Then I let out this huge belch, and everyone just stared at me.
"Uh, excuse me," I whispered. Jake and Joey poked their heads out and asked who burped so loud. "Um, that would be me." They all started laughing.
"How did you do that?" Billie Joe asked between laughs.
"Chug this stuff and you'll be doing it all day," I grinned. Mike was laughing his ass off, and Tre pouted, his record being beaten.
"Um, okay, I'm gonna get a shower now," I said, running up the stairs. I went into my room, and looked for an outfit. I wanted something darker today. I went over to my blacks. Yes, I had my clothes color coordinated, is that bad? I grabbed my long-sleeve shirt with ripped-up sleeves, dark jeans with a heart grenade sewn on the back, and my black Converse. Then I started up my shower, locked the door, and climbed in.
After about an hour, and Adrienne yelling at me to get out, I finally came out of the shower. Nick and Billie Joe were sitting on my bed arguing who could play guitar better.
"Will you shut up?" I said, and tossed a cup of water on them. Billie froze when the water hit him, and Nick jumped.
"Will you not do that!? You scared the piss outta me!" Billie Joe yelled.
"Okay, WAY too much information there," I said, tossing my clothes in the hamper. Then Tre jumped out of my closest with Adrienne on his heels. Then I saw what Tre was holding, and, being faster than Adie, I ran and tackled him down. "Put that box down."
He immediately handed it over to me, than ran downstairs.
"What's in the box?" Nick asked me as Adie sat down next to Billie Joe.
"The... rings... " I panted. Nick looked confused, and I showed him, slipping my mom's rings on one hand, and my grandmother's on the other.
"They're beautiful," Adrienne muttered. I smiled.
"I've never worn them, and maybe will one day," I said, taking them off and putting them back in the box. "But how did Tre find them? I hid them well enough that the boys couldn't find them."
"Mike's a super snoop," I heard Joey say as he walked by the door.
"That solves it," I grinned evilly. "He's gonna get it. MIKE!" I ran out the door, and hunted him down with Joey's help. "You are SO going to get it."
He looked at me innocently, and said, "Why, whatever are you talking about?"
"Don't try that. Only little kids pull that off. Why did you show Tre where the box is?"
"He found it on his own."
"Liar. You should know better then that, being the only sane one in your group. Tre's no better then a little kid."
He considered that. I was really getting pissed, and eventually stormed out. I went to my room, past stares, and plugged my guitar into my amp, turned it up full volume, and started playing random songs. Not to mention belting out the lyrics to all of them. They could tell I wanted to be left alone when I didn't stop from one song to the next, which I never do. So once they left, I unplugged my guitar, and flopped down on my bed. I stared at the picture of my mom when she was my age, which was hanging on the wall, and muttered, "What's wrong with me?"
"What do you want, Jay?" I hissed back.
"Something's wrong with Dad, and Mom's out till 2. I don't know what's wrong!"
"Alright, alright. Where is he?"
Jake led me to the living room, where Billie Joe sat there, staring at the wall.
"Billie," I said, waving my hand in his face. He didn't respond. So I whacked his head, and that brought him out of his trance.
"What the hell, Kay!?" Billie Joe yelled at me. I looked at him like he was an idiot.
"You do know Jay woke me up at 5 in the morning to see if you were alright."
"Shit. Sorry, Jake," Billie Joe apologized to him.
"It's alright, Dad," Jake replied. "But what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"Alright. Night, uh, morning?"
"Night, Jake."
I sat down next to him. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I told you guys."
I looked at him. "You're lying straight to my face, just as you did your sons. Whats. Up."
Billie Joe laughed. "How can you tell? You're not even 15."
"I can read people. It's not a common ability. But I think Mike can do it, too."
"Really. That would explain a lot."
"Answer my question." I gave him one of my looks that not many people stand up against. So far, my parents, grandparent, and Nick were the only people who never caved into it.
"Fine," Billie Joe sighed. "But don't act like a shrink, okay?"
"Fine, just spill."
"Well, I'm just not understanding people as much, and it's causing troubles. That's why Adie went out. We had a fight."
"Oh, this is easy. Take some time to yourself, relax, and don't talk to people if you're mad. It builds walls." I stood up and decided I was awake. "Do you want breakfast? I can actually cook."
"Sure. And thanks."
"Any time. I'm well known for giving good advice, from a bad hair day to family or breakup problems."
"Sounds like hard work," Billie laughed.
"It is," I said, digging a muffin mix out from the cabinet, then jumped back down to the floor. At 5'4, I'm currently shorter than Billie Joe, but I'm still growing. So I jump to something, or jump and climb to get it.
About 25 minutes later, I was finished with the muffins, and Joey came down, after smelling the food I guess, soon followed by Jakob.
"Morning J's," I said. That was usually how I greeted them in the morning.
"Whatever," Joey said, reaching for the muffins, but was beaten by Billie Joe. "Dad, gimme a muffin."
"No, they're all mine," Billie taunted. I tossed one from the batch I just got out of the oven to Joey, and one to Jake. "Thanks."
"We can have this batch if Billie's gonna eat the other one," I said, grabbing a muffin for myself. Billie looked lonely eating alone, so I grabbed his batch and dragged it over by mine, Joey's, and Jake's. He looked pissed, but got the hint and joined us, just as Tre came bursting through the door. Again.
"Knock on the door, dammit," I said, shoving him out the door, then locking it. He knocked, and I let him in. "Much better." I tossed him a muffin. God, I had him trained like a dog.
"Tre, you're like a pet dog to Kay," Billie Joe laughed. "It's like you obey her every command."
"What's wrong with dogs?" Tre asked, getting on all fours and following me around. I had it when he... well, how dogs greet each other. I then punched him in the face. Tre looked surprised, and fell back on impact. Billie Joe sat there with a shocked look on his face, but then burst out laughing. So did Joey and Jake. "Ow, Kay, what was that for!?" He was holding his nose, which was bleeding.
"Don't EVER do that again," I hissed. "Got it?"
"Yes ma'am," Tre quietly answered.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes ma'am!" Tre yelled.
"Good. Put some ice on your nose."
"God id." I got him a bag of ice as he stood up, brought him over to the couch, set him up, and went back to the table. "I swear... "
"Don't swear," Nick said, coming in the back door, followed by Mike.
"Tre here?" Mike asked Billie Joe.
"Couch," I answered for him. I was still pretty annoyed at him. Nick saw this, looked over at Tre, and started laughing. Mike looked over, too, and asked what he did this time.
"I wad fawing Kay, and thee punthed me," Tre managed to get out. Mike didn't understand what he said, so Billie Joe explained everything. Mike went over to Tre, and sighed.
"His nose is definitely broken," Mike explained.
"Great. Charged with battery assault," I muttered under my breath.
"He wouldn't, Kay," Mike said.
"Doesn't matter. I know law; most of my family were cops," I said, going up the stairs to my room. I was in a depressed mood, so I put Dookie on, and flipped it to Basket Case. That song never failed to make me happy, or happier- whatever the occasion called for.
"Kay?" Billie Joe said, knocking at my door. "Can I come in?"
"Whatever," I answered, and he walked through the door, followed by Mike.
"Kay, Tre's worried about you, you know," Billie said, turning my music down.
"Why?" I hissed. "I'm the one who should be worried. I punched the legendary Tre Cool."
Mike sighed. "He wouldn't put anything against you, Kay, and you know that."
"I actually don't know you guys that well, I don't know if he would or wouldn't!"
"Mike's telling you he won't," Billie Joe said, putting his hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. "We can promise that." I just looked at him. He could tell I didn't believe them. "Please, believe us."
"I can't help it-I trust you guys, and believe you, but... there's something missing. I don't know if you guys can feel it, but I do. Loud and clear. And what scares me is I don't know what it is."
"How about you don't worry about it," Billie Joe smiled.
I sighed. "I can try, but I can't promise. I worry about everybody. That's my personality."
"Alright, but how about you go talk to Tre? He's worried." Mike said.
"Okay," I said, getting up. "I'll go talk to him." I went downstairs, and went over to the couch. "Tre?" He looked up in response. "I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to hurt you. I just... Don't like people invading my personal space." He smiled, and nodded, since you couldn't really make out what he said if he talked. I went over and gave him a hug, and knew he wasn't mad at me anymore, if he was in the first place. At least his nose stopped bleeding.
As Jake said, Adrienne came home around 2, and looked angry and sad at the same time. I was sitting on the couch with Billie and Tre, flicking through the channels.
"Hi, Adie," I greeted. She nodded, looking at Billie, then at Tre's nose.
"What happened to your nose, Tre?" Adie asked. He pointed to me, and I grinned. "Spill," she grinned back.
"Have Billie Joe tell you," I smiled, and nudged Billie with my elbow. He got the hint, and took Adie up to their room. I guess they resolved their issues from the fight earlier too, because they came back down with Adrienne on Billie Joe's back. I rolled my eyes, and went into the kitchen to get a drink. When I opened the fridge, I spotted my favorite drink- Mountain Dew Livewire. "LIVEWIRE! YES!" I yelled, grabbing a can and popping it open.
"Oh, jeez, not you, too!" Billie Joe moaned. "Joey and Tre are addicted to that stuff!" When he said that, I tossed one to Tre, too.
"Thanks for letting me know!" I grinned, taking a big gulp of it. "I'll be up four extra hours tonight. HYPER POWER!"
"Terrific," Billie Joe sighed, and let Adrienne down. Then I let out this huge belch, and everyone just stared at me.
"Uh, excuse me," I whispered. Jake and Joey poked their heads out and asked who burped so loud. "Um, that would be me." They all started laughing.
"How did you do that?" Billie Joe asked between laughs.
"Chug this stuff and you'll be doing it all day," I grinned. Mike was laughing his ass off, and Tre pouted, his record being beaten.
"Um, okay, I'm gonna get a shower now," I said, running up the stairs. I went into my room, and looked for an outfit. I wanted something darker today. I went over to my blacks. Yes, I had my clothes color coordinated, is that bad? I grabbed my long-sleeve shirt with ripped-up sleeves, dark jeans with a heart grenade sewn on the back, and my black Converse. Then I started up my shower, locked the door, and climbed in.
After about an hour, and Adrienne yelling at me to get out, I finally came out of the shower. Nick and Billie Joe were sitting on my bed arguing who could play guitar better.
"Will you shut up?" I said, and tossed a cup of water on them. Billie froze when the water hit him, and Nick jumped.
"Will you not do that!? You scared the piss outta me!" Billie Joe yelled.
"Okay, WAY too much information there," I said, tossing my clothes in the hamper. Then Tre jumped out of my closest with Adrienne on his heels. Then I saw what Tre was holding, and, being faster than Adie, I ran and tackled him down. "Put that box down."
He immediately handed it over to me, than ran downstairs.
"What's in the box?" Nick asked me as Adie sat down next to Billie Joe.
"The... rings... " I panted. Nick looked confused, and I showed him, slipping my mom's rings on one hand, and my grandmother's on the other.
"They're beautiful," Adrienne muttered. I smiled.
"I've never worn them, and maybe will one day," I said, taking them off and putting them back in the box. "But how did Tre find them? I hid them well enough that the boys couldn't find them."
"Mike's a super snoop," I heard Joey say as he walked by the door.
"That solves it," I grinned evilly. "He's gonna get it. MIKE!" I ran out the door, and hunted him down with Joey's help. "You are SO going to get it."
He looked at me innocently, and said, "Why, whatever are you talking about?"
"Don't try that. Only little kids pull that off. Why did you show Tre where the box is?"
"He found it on his own."
"Liar. You should know better then that, being the only sane one in your group. Tre's no better then a little kid."
He considered that. I was really getting pissed, and eventually stormed out. I went to my room, past stares, and plugged my guitar into my amp, turned it up full volume, and started playing random songs. Not to mention belting out the lyrics to all of them. They could tell I wanted to be left alone when I didn't stop from one song to the next, which I never do. So once they left, I unplugged my guitar, and flopped down on my bed. I stared at the picture of my mom when she was my age, which was hanging on the wall, and muttered, "What's wrong with me?"
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