Billie and Adrienne: True Love, chapter 3
"I remember that one day we found an animal in the tree house when you were 10 years old," I told Steve when we were eating the pizza we ordered.
"It wasn't an animal, it was a dog," he responded.
I just cracked up laughing. "No, you thought it was a dog."
"Then what was it?"
"It was a raccoon."
"But it ate dog food."
"We made it eat dog food, because it is poison to raccoons *author's note: it is not poison to it*, so it eventually passed."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Dad didn't want you to know it wasn't a dog."
"Why not?"
"Because you were bitching about how you wanted one so bad, we thought you would keep bugging us."
"But how'd it get in the street?"
"Dad quickly ran it over before he went to get new tires."
"Oh, it makes perfect sense now."
"You want a dog bad, don't you?"
"Yeah."
Fast forward to next day
"Steve! Are you ready yet!?!" I shouted up the stairs so my bro fo' life could hear me. I could hear him coming down the stairs.
"Yeah, how do I look?" he said as he turned around like a little ballerina before her big recital.
"Is that Joey's sweatshirt?"
"Yeah, I saw it, and I liked it, so I 'borrowed' it."
"You stole an eleven year-old's sweatshirt?"
"Yeah."
"I spent 50 bucks on that sweatshirt."
"I don't care. Where are you taking me?"
"There is this one guy I know who is going to Portugal for 2 months and needs someone to take care of his puppy."
"What type is it?''
"A Portuguese cattle dog."
"Aren't those aggressive?"
"Yeah, but they're still dogs."
"But why do I have to watch it?"
"You wanted a dog."
"Where are we going to keep it?"
"YOU are going to keep it in your room."
"WHAT!?!"
I turned on the ignition. Steve kept asking why he had to keep it in his room. I only turned up the radio louder and louder.
"Well, at least answer this: does it have teeth?"
"It's teething, yes."
"Okay," he said with tears in his eyes.
"It's okay." I said, rubbing his back, laughing at the same time. I finally pulled into the driveway of the Garcia's driveway. We got out of the car and walked to the door. I knocked on the door, and Annie opened the door.
"Thank you again for taking in Callie," she said, leading us through the house to the backyard where Callie was in her little space cage thingy.
"No problem," Steve said, smiling at her. She smiled back at him.
"Where is the bathroom?" I asked. Annie gave me the directions.
Steve's Point of View
'Wow, she's hot,' I thought as we talked about how to take care of the dog.
"Are you single?" I ask out of the blue. 'Please say yes,' I said in my head.
"Yes, I am," she responded with a spark in her eye.
"Could I possibly have your number?"
"Sure, can you call in 2 weeks? I'll be back by then." She handed me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. I heard my sister opening the door to join us.
"Sure."
"We ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied as I grabbed the box and jumped back when I heard it bark. It was the scariest bark times 999999999999999999999999999999999.
Adie's Point of View
I laughed at Steve's face. We walked out the door when Steve started giggling.
"What's wrong, Mr. Happy man? Did you get laid in 2 minutes?" I asked.
"No."
"Did she rub you?"
"No."
"Did she say she wanted you?"
"No."
"Did she say tomorrow to go over and do her?"
"No, plus she's going to be in Portugal."
"So you mean she didn't say anything sexual."
"Nom she didn't. You and your sick mind. You never were that sick."
"I'm married to Billie Joe Armstrong. When I married him, I was around Tre a lot. So I picked up on the sick mind."
"Oh."
"What did she do to you?"
By that time we were walking through the door to my house.
"I got her number."
"Oh," I said disappointed
"You sound disappointed."
"Well, yeah. That's all. Just a 7-digit number. No kiss?"
"No kiss, we just met each other."
"Okay. You better take it to your room," I told him.
"Yeah." He sulked away. I heard him walking up the stairs and into the guestroom. I heard the dog start barking, and then Steve yelling in pain. It's going to be a long 2 weeks. I walked into the kitchen, laughing my head off. I had just turned the water on when Steve came running in. He put his arm under the water and the sink quickly turned red.
"What happened?" I asked when I saw he cut himself.
"The dog bit me."
"Okay," I said as I handed him a dishtowel to wipe off the access blood. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out the first aid kit.
"Here, give me your arm." I told him. He gave me his arm as I pulled out one of the disinfecting wipes and a big band-aid. I cleaned out his cut and put the band-aid on it.
"Would you like some ice cream?" I asked like I always did with my boys. He nodded.
Later that day
The boys were watching Eight Legged Freaks in the living room while I was in the kitchen making dinner. When everything went silent, and then I heard them all yell and jump onto the couch.
"It wasn't an animal, it was a dog," he responded.
I just cracked up laughing. "No, you thought it was a dog."
"Then what was it?"
"It was a raccoon."
"But it ate dog food."
"We made it eat dog food, because it is poison to raccoons *author's note: it is not poison to it*, so it eventually passed."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Dad didn't want you to know it wasn't a dog."
"Why not?"
"Because you were bitching about how you wanted one so bad, we thought you would keep bugging us."
"But how'd it get in the street?"
"Dad quickly ran it over before he went to get new tires."
"Oh, it makes perfect sense now."
"You want a dog bad, don't you?"
"Yeah."
Fast forward to next day
"Steve! Are you ready yet!?!" I shouted up the stairs so my bro fo' life could hear me. I could hear him coming down the stairs.
"Yeah, how do I look?" he said as he turned around like a little ballerina before her big recital.
"Is that Joey's sweatshirt?"
"Yeah, I saw it, and I liked it, so I 'borrowed' it."
"You stole an eleven year-old's sweatshirt?"
"Yeah."
"I spent 50 bucks on that sweatshirt."
"I don't care. Where are you taking me?"
"There is this one guy I know who is going to Portugal for 2 months and needs someone to take care of his puppy."
"What type is it?''
"A Portuguese cattle dog."
"Aren't those aggressive?"
"Yeah, but they're still dogs."
"But why do I have to watch it?"
"You wanted a dog."
"Where are we going to keep it?"
"YOU are going to keep it in your room."
"WHAT!?!"
I turned on the ignition. Steve kept asking why he had to keep it in his room. I only turned up the radio louder and louder.
"Well, at least answer this: does it have teeth?"
"It's teething, yes."
"Okay," he said with tears in his eyes.
"It's okay." I said, rubbing his back, laughing at the same time. I finally pulled into the driveway of the Garcia's driveway. We got out of the car and walked to the door. I knocked on the door, and Annie opened the door.
"Thank you again for taking in Callie," she said, leading us through the house to the backyard where Callie was in her little space cage thingy.
"No problem," Steve said, smiling at her. She smiled back at him.
"Where is the bathroom?" I asked. Annie gave me the directions.
Steve's Point of View
'Wow, she's hot,' I thought as we talked about how to take care of the dog.
"Are you single?" I ask out of the blue. 'Please say yes,' I said in my head.
"Yes, I am," she responded with a spark in her eye.
"Could I possibly have your number?"
"Sure, can you call in 2 weeks? I'll be back by then." She handed me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. I heard my sister opening the door to join us.
"Sure."
"We ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied as I grabbed the box and jumped back when I heard it bark. It was the scariest bark times 999999999999999999999999999999999.
Adie's Point of View
I laughed at Steve's face. We walked out the door when Steve started giggling.
"What's wrong, Mr. Happy man? Did you get laid in 2 minutes?" I asked.
"No."
"Did she rub you?"
"No."
"Did she say she wanted you?"
"No."
"Did she say tomorrow to go over and do her?"
"No, plus she's going to be in Portugal."
"So you mean she didn't say anything sexual."
"Nom she didn't. You and your sick mind. You never were that sick."
"I'm married to Billie Joe Armstrong. When I married him, I was around Tre a lot. So I picked up on the sick mind."
"Oh."
"What did she do to you?"
By that time we were walking through the door to my house.
"I got her number."
"Oh," I said disappointed
"You sound disappointed."
"Well, yeah. That's all. Just a 7-digit number. No kiss?"
"No kiss, we just met each other."
"Okay. You better take it to your room," I told him.
"Yeah." He sulked away. I heard him walking up the stairs and into the guestroom. I heard the dog start barking, and then Steve yelling in pain. It's going to be a long 2 weeks. I walked into the kitchen, laughing my head off. I had just turned the water on when Steve came running in. He put his arm under the water and the sink quickly turned red.
"What happened?" I asked when I saw he cut himself.
"The dog bit me."
"Okay," I said as I handed him a dishtowel to wipe off the access blood. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out the first aid kit.
"Here, give me your arm." I told him. He gave me his arm as I pulled out one of the disinfecting wipes and a big band-aid. I cleaned out his cut and put the band-aid on it.
"Would you like some ice cream?" I asked like I always did with my boys. He nodded.
Later that day
The boys were watching Eight Legged Freaks in the living room while I was in the kitchen making dinner. When everything went silent, and then I heard them all yell and jump onto the couch.
