Affliction, chapter 6
She was glowing. He was glowing. It was fearful and admirable at the same time. It was also sickening. Krysta had not detached herself from Tre all morning. I couldn't stand it, Mike, however, couldn't put two and two together and figure out that they had slept together. But thankfully, they weren't getting all cute, that really sickened me.
"I love you," she whispered to his for the 1024789537th time this morning.
"I love you too," he whispered back. This was really bothering me. They were either going to break up eventually, or get married. That really, really bothered me. Tre Cool had slept with a minor. That is illegal. It was this moment that I thought that, his facial expression changed. I could see he was worried. I don't know if she realized what she had done. This really, really bothered me because if she got caught, she would go to jail. I looked over at my husband, who was casually sipping his coffee,
"I love you, babe." He looked surprised for a minute, and then smiled.
"I Love you, too. What do you want to name our child?" This really surprised me.
"Umm, I don't know, what do you want to call it if it's a girl?" he pondered the question,
"How about Maria?" I nodded,
"And for a boy?"
"You pick, ok?" I nodded again.
"How about Frank?" He smiled and glanced over at Tre,
"Sounds good to me," he smiled and our lips touched. Tre had glanced up at the mention of his real name, but went unaware of its use. He continued to think about what would happen if he got caught for sleeping with a minor.
*
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Don't you understand the problems your children have?"
"At least they have a fucking dad! I didn't! It's not my fault. You want food? A place to live?" Adrienne was quiet for a moment. "I do the best I can, Adi. You knew this when you married me. You knew I had Green Day." She sighed. He was right.
"Billie, I'm sorry. It's just so stressful raising two kids by yourself."
"You aren't by yourself, I'm here. You of all people know that." He ran his hand through his hair. Why was marriage so stressful?
"I love you Billie Joe, but I can't keep doing this. Maybe we should have some time apart." Did she want a divorce?
"What? Are you leaving me? I thought you loved me! Oh God, Adi, I can't survive without you! How are you going to take care of the kids? I'm going to die if you leave me!" and with that, a tear slipped from the lead singers eye and he left to go on a walk. Walking downtown Oakland, he realized very little had changed, except people would occasionally stop him and ask for an autograph. It didn't really bother him, though. He sat down on a park bench, and sorted through his thoughts, running his hand through his thinning hair. His hair thinning from stress, not age. This also bothered him, as he was afraid to go bald.
"What if Adi wants a divorce. I couldn't stand being alone. Didn't Mike get married a few weeks ago? Why would he? He's only going to get divorced," the guitarist continued to think of the bitter end to his 13 year marriage. And he cried.
*
After eating Breakfast, Tre, Krysta, Mike and I headed back to our hotel rooms, Krysta and Tre most likely to fuck, and Mike and I to discuss more important things.
"Mike," I said after we got into our hotel room.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Where do we live?" He pondered this for a moment, his thoughts overwhelming.
"In the house I own, duh." And we laughed. I looked at the ring he had placed on my finger only a few weeks before. I was bonded to him in holy matrimony. It was now I wished I didn't get a hotel room next to Krysta's.
"Aww gross, we can hear then through the wall!" Mike said as he placed his head against the wall. Out of my curiosity, I did as well, and it was pretty funny.
"Oh god, Tre, FRANK, Tre! Tre... what the hell is that?" Mike and I tried to suppress our giggles.
"I don't know. Let me check."
"Ooh Tre, don't do that," she giggled. Moans were heard, and Mike and I took our ears away from the wall. Our eyes locked, and we continued to copy that of what was happening next door.
*
"Oh God, Tre. Whoa. That was... I don't even know how to describe it!" Krysta panted.
"Hey, I'm the best fuck you'll ever have," he laughed. He knew his stuff.
"You're the only fuck I've ever had."
Tre raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Whoa, really? I mean, looking like that I figured... well, you know."
"Well, I saved myself. For the one I thought really was The One." Tre was taken aback. She thought he was the one? What is the one anyway? Ah, whatever. It doesn't really matter right now.
"Tre?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can I call you Frank?" His previous 'partners' had called him Frank.
"Sure, hon. Whatever you want." And Franks cell phone rang, he picked it up, and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Billie, I need help." His voice was raspy, as if he had run a thousand miles.
"Sure man, no problem, do you want to meet somewhere?"
"Um, yeah. Meet me at Rudy's in ten." And he hung up. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time?
"I love you," she whispered to his for the 1024789537th time this morning.
"I love you too," he whispered back. This was really bothering me. They were either going to break up eventually, or get married. That really, really bothered me. Tre Cool had slept with a minor. That is illegal. It was this moment that I thought that, his facial expression changed. I could see he was worried. I don't know if she realized what she had done. This really, really bothered me because if she got caught, she would go to jail. I looked over at my husband, who was casually sipping his coffee,
"I love you, babe." He looked surprised for a minute, and then smiled.
"I Love you, too. What do you want to name our child?" This really surprised me.
"Umm, I don't know, what do you want to call it if it's a girl?" he pondered the question,
"How about Maria?" I nodded,
"And for a boy?"
"You pick, ok?" I nodded again.
"How about Frank?" He smiled and glanced over at Tre,
"Sounds good to me," he smiled and our lips touched. Tre had glanced up at the mention of his real name, but went unaware of its use. He continued to think about what would happen if he got caught for sleeping with a minor.
*
"Billie Joe Armstrong! Don't you understand the problems your children have?"
"At least they have a fucking dad! I didn't! It's not my fault. You want food? A place to live?" Adrienne was quiet for a moment. "I do the best I can, Adi. You knew this when you married me. You knew I had Green Day." She sighed. He was right.
"Billie, I'm sorry. It's just so stressful raising two kids by yourself."
"You aren't by yourself, I'm here. You of all people know that." He ran his hand through his hair. Why was marriage so stressful?
"I love you Billie Joe, but I can't keep doing this. Maybe we should have some time apart." Did she want a divorce?
"What? Are you leaving me? I thought you loved me! Oh God, Adi, I can't survive without you! How are you going to take care of the kids? I'm going to die if you leave me!" and with that, a tear slipped from the lead singers eye and he left to go on a walk. Walking downtown Oakland, he realized very little had changed, except people would occasionally stop him and ask for an autograph. It didn't really bother him, though. He sat down on a park bench, and sorted through his thoughts, running his hand through his thinning hair. His hair thinning from stress, not age. This also bothered him, as he was afraid to go bald.
"What if Adi wants a divorce. I couldn't stand being alone. Didn't Mike get married a few weeks ago? Why would he? He's only going to get divorced," the guitarist continued to think of the bitter end to his 13 year marriage. And he cried.
*
After eating Breakfast, Tre, Krysta, Mike and I headed back to our hotel rooms, Krysta and Tre most likely to fuck, and Mike and I to discuss more important things.
"Mike," I said after we got into our hotel room.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Where do we live?" He pondered this for a moment, his thoughts overwhelming.
"In the house I own, duh." And we laughed. I looked at the ring he had placed on my finger only a few weeks before. I was bonded to him in holy matrimony. It was now I wished I didn't get a hotel room next to Krysta's.
"Aww gross, we can hear then through the wall!" Mike said as he placed his head against the wall. Out of my curiosity, I did as well, and it was pretty funny.
"Oh god, Tre, FRANK, Tre! Tre... what the hell is that?" Mike and I tried to suppress our giggles.
"I don't know. Let me check."
"Ooh Tre, don't do that," she giggled. Moans were heard, and Mike and I took our ears away from the wall. Our eyes locked, and we continued to copy that of what was happening next door.
*
"Oh God, Tre. Whoa. That was... I don't even know how to describe it!" Krysta panted.
"Hey, I'm the best fuck you'll ever have," he laughed. He knew his stuff.
"You're the only fuck I've ever had."
Tre raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Whoa, really? I mean, looking like that I figured... well, you know."
"Well, I saved myself. For the one I thought really was The One." Tre was taken aback. She thought he was the one? What is the one anyway? Ah, whatever. It doesn't really matter right now.
"Tre?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can I call you Frank?" His previous 'partners' had called him Frank.
"Sure, hon. Whatever you want." And Franks cell phone rang, he picked it up, and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Billie, I need help." His voice was raspy, as if he had run a thousand miles.
"Sure man, no problem, do you want to meet somewhere?"
"Um, yeah. Meet me at Rudy's in ten." And he hung up. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time?
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