Zoe, Her Father, and The Guys, chapter 2
"So, what is your name again? Zoe, right?" he asked. I still hadn't looked at him.
"Right." I replied, shortly and quietly.
"Zoe, I know you don't remember me but I sure as hell remember you. You would always smile, laugh and giggle. You would always try and pull on my mohawk and pull on my ears. You loved my green hair. You would always try and cuddle with it. Now, you're quiet, secluded, and unhappy. What happened?" he asked.
"What happened? You fucking left! That's what happened! You couldn't stay. No. You had to make it big instead of stay with the two you loved the most. Then you go and get married and divorced twice. You have two kids if you don't include me. Which I won't because I don't count!" I bellowed at him.
"Zoe, you have to understand. You may not understand right now but you will. I thought I had hurt your mother enough so I left and went on tour with the band. It may not seem right now, but your mother understood." he replied a little loudly but still calm.
"You left with the band? What was the name?" I asked.
"Yes, I left with the band. We are called Green Day," he replied calmly, as if it was nothing.
"Which member are you?" I asked, getting warmer to my real father. I hadn't even seen his face since I was a baby.
"I am the drummer. The best fucking drummer in punk rock eternity." he ended with a little joke.
"So I am the daughter of Frank Edwin Wright III. My real name is then Zoe Nicole Wright. Holy shit!" I said in shock of my real identity.
"That's right. You are now officially my daughter. Zoe Cool." Tre responded.
"Cool," I said, still in amazement
"That's what you are." Tre replied to my comment. We reached the house. I hopped out of shotgun and grabbed my guitar and my CD's.
"Zoe, are these all the clothes you have?" he asked, holding the bag up a little.
"Yeah, why?" I answered.
"Because you need a ton more. You are fourteen. Aren't your age kids supposed to have pounds and pounds of clothes? You need to visit the mall." he replied, adding a laugh or two.
"I do go to the mall. I love that store Hot Topic. I buy mostly all my clothes there." I snapped back.
"Well, we can go tomorrow if you want." Tre said, sucking up a little.
"Sure. Now, when can we go back and get my bass and drums?" I asked.
"Later, I promise," he replied before we reached to door. Tre unlocked the door and I stepped inside. I looked around in astonishment. It was huge and spacious.
"Let's get you settled in," Tre said, walking past me and started up the stairs.
I followed and we ended up in a huge room. "Here you are. This is your very own, private room. Do whatever you want with it. Paint it, hang posters up, anything. Just no guys." he finished with a small and quiet laugh.
"Don't worry. I don't think any guys will be looking at me. I'm punk," I returned, emptying my CD's onto my bed to be sorted.
"They will, they will. Believe me, I was one." he assured.
"Go ahead and settle in and when you get hungry, let me know." Tre guided before he left.
"Wow, my dad is 'cool'er than I thought," I thought. I unpacked, sorted my CD's, plugged in my iPod stereo thing so it could be charged. I would have to get a computer so I could get the newest songs and shit. I did all that then I sat on the bed and looked around the bedroom.
There was a 35 inch plasma TV hanging on the wall. Then, there was the bed. It was a king sized bed, just for me. There were many shelves and two dressers. Then on the right side, there was a huge, huge walk in closet. Then on the left side was a huge bathroom. It had a large, circular tub, two sinks in the same counter. The counter was green marble. It was huge for a bathroom meant for one person.
"Hey, Zoe. You wanna go shopping?" Tre asked through to intercom.
I pressed the button and replied, "Yeah, just let me change."
"Okay." he answered.
I got changed into a black shirt with the name 'The Clash' across the front. It was tight so it felt a little weird but I hadn't worn a tight shirt in a while so it was okay. Then I changed into some ankle long black pants. They weren't jeans so I didn't know what they were. I headed out the door but not before I grabbed my eyeliner so I could touch it up.
"Hey, look at my kid. You're really a punk and I like it. It will scare away the jocks. Hopefully." Tre said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"Hopefully." I returned in a smile.
"Let's get to the mall." He said, opening the front door.
"Aren't you going to need keys to start the car?" I asked after he had shut the door.
"Nope, we are walking. I need to lose this belly anyway." Tre replied happily.
"Right." I replied, shortly and quietly.
"Zoe, I know you don't remember me but I sure as hell remember you. You would always smile, laugh and giggle. You would always try and pull on my mohawk and pull on my ears. You loved my green hair. You would always try and cuddle with it. Now, you're quiet, secluded, and unhappy. What happened?" he asked.
"What happened? You fucking left! That's what happened! You couldn't stay. No. You had to make it big instead of stay with the two you loved the most. Then you go and get married and divorced twice. You have two kids if you don't include me. Which I won't because I don't count!" I bellowed at him.
"Zoe, you have to understand. You may not understand right now but you will. I thought I had hurt your mother enough so I left and went on tour with the band. It may not seem right now, but your mother understood." he replied a little loudly but still calm.
"You left with the band? What was the name?" I asked.
"Yes, I left with the band. We are called Green Day," he replied calmly, as if it was nothing.
"Which member are you?" I asked, getting warmer to my real father. I hadn't even seen his face since I was a baby.
"I am the drummer. The best fucking drummer in punk rock eternity." he ended with a little joke.
"So I am the daughter of Frank Edwin Wright III. My real name is then Zoe Nicole Wright. Holy shit!" I said in shock of my real identity.
"That's right. You are now officially my daughter. Zoe Cool." Tre responded.
"Cool," I said, still in amazement
"That's what you are." Tre replied to my comment. We reached the house. I hopped out of shotgun and grabbed my guitar and my CD's.
"Zoe, are these all the clothes you have?" he asked, holding the bag up a little.
"Yeah, why?" I answered.
"Because you need a ton more. You are fourteen. Aren't your age kids supposed to have pounds and pounds of clothes? You need to visit the mall." he replied, adding a laugh or two.
"I do go to the mall. I love that store Hot Topic. I buy mostly all my clothes there." I snapped back.
"Well, we can go tomorrow if you want." Tre said, sucking up a little.
"Sure. Now, when can we go back and get my bass and drums?" I asked.
"Later, I promise," he replied before we reached to door. Tre unlocked the door and I stepped inside. I looked around in astonishment. It was huge and spacious.
"Let's get you settled in," Tre said, walking past me and started up the stairs.
I followed and we ended up in a huge room. "Here you are. This is your very own, private room. Do whatever you want with it. Paint it, hang posters up, anything. Just no guys." he finished with a small and quiet laugh.
"Don't worry. I don't think any guys will be looking at me. I'm punk," I returned, emptying my CD's onto my bed to be sorted.
"They will, they will. Believe me, I was one." he assured.
"Go ahead and settle in and when you get hungry, let me know." Tre guided before he left.
"Wow, my dad is 'cool'er than I thought," I thought. I unpacked, sorted my CD's, plugged in my iPod stereo thing so it could be charged. I would have to get a computer so I could get the newest songs and shit. I did all that then I sat on the bed and looked around the bedroom.
There was a 35 inch plasma TV hanging on the wall. Then, there was the bed. It was a king sized bed, just for me. There were many shelves and two dressers. Then on the right side, there was a huge, huge walk in closet. Then on the left side was a huge bathroom. It had a large, circular tub, two sinks in the same counter. The counter was green marble. It was huge for a bathroom meant for one person.
"Hey, Zoe. You wanna go shopping?" Tre asked through to intercom.
I pressed the button and replied, "Yeah, just let me change."
"Okay." he answered.
I got changed into a black shirt with the name 'The Clash' across the front. It was tight so it felt a little weird but I hadn't worn a tight shirt in a while so it was okay. Then I changed into some ankle long black pants. They weren't jeans so I didn't know what they were. I headed out the door but not before I grabbed my eyeliner so I could touch it up.
"Hey, look at my kid. You're really a punk and I like it. It will scare away the jocks. Hopefully." Tre said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"Hopefully." I returned in a smile.
"Let's get to the mall." He said, opening the front door.
"Aren't you going to need keys to start the car?" I asked after he had shut the door.
"Nope, we are walking. I need to lose this belly anyway." Tre replied happily.
