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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 23:20:56 GMT -5
I <3 this story!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 23:23:54 GMT -5
I have godfather! ......Who lives all the way over in Germany....and ISN'T Tre Cool or Mike Dirnt. That would be weird, though, to have a major crush on your godfather and his friends. *eye twitches* But that ain't stopping me!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 23:24:58 GMT -5
Well, godfather isn't really blood relation, so I guess it wouldn't be as weird.
Tre was born in Germany, and I think that's pretty cool. And sort of off topic.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 23:28:29 GMT -5
Deutch. Lol. I don't know if I spelled that right or not, but that's a cool word. Deutch, haha. Sounds like some sicko sex related thing.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 23:33:20 GMT -5
It does. I'm German too! w00t, Tre and I have some sex related sounding thing in common.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 23:37:50 GMT -5
I'm Scottish, and Irish, and French, and English, and Slovakian, and Russian, and Italian. Mostly Scottish though. Hence the ginger hair, few freckles, brown eyes, and pale skin.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 23:46:04 GMT -5
I'm Dutch and German. Hence the blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 8, 2005 10:34:45 GMT -5
I'm 100% German. I came to the U.S. when I was 8. It's spelled Deutsch, just so ya know, lol.
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 11:48:43 GMT -5
Oh, okay, lol. That's cool that you're 100% something. I'm like everything rolled into one, lol.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 8, 2005 20:48:47 GMT -5
sometimes i wish i was more than just that ONE thing, but, meh, whatever.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 8, 2005 20:50:36 GMT -5
Let's stop talking about heritage and start talking about how you need to write more of your story. Do it now.
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 21:46:29 GMT -5
Haha. Agreed!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 8, 2005 23:13:42 GMT -5
Part Seven
Phone's ringing. And ringing. And ringing. And it stopped. Good, more sleep for me. But I was already awake, and rubbed my eyes to open them and stare at the living room ceiling, listening to the conversation in the next room.
***Mike's POV***
"Hello?"
"Hey man, it's me," said a tired voice on the other end.
"Hey Billie, how ya feeling?"
"Okay, besides the fact that I broke my right arm. Oh, and I feel like shit."
"Well, that's expected when you hit someone with your car," Mike said, immediately regretting his words. There was a frustrated sigh.
"... ...You know. That's whats worrying me. The lady I hit nearly died. And it would have been all my fault. I could have killed her! God, I'm such an IDIOT!" Billie said, voice rising rapidly.
"Take it easy man! The important thing is that she's alive. I'm sure they'll let you go see her... ... What's Adrienne up to?"
"Fell asleep. No surprise, she's been awake for the last 24 hours, keeps telling me I should take some time off tour and rest a bit."
"Well, ... ... ...I think you should. I think we all should. Tre fell asleep in the middle of the day, along with Jake and Joey's new babysitter which he has been hitting on," Mike said, smiling slightly. Billie Joe laughed.
"Tre needs to get a life... ... ... ...fine."
"Fine? Fine what?"
"We'll take some time off. The doctors said I should stay in bed though. Adrienne is going to take Jake and Joey for the week to Disney World, like she promised."
"That's the best idea you've had in along time."
"But, who's gonna take care of the house and whatnot? And keep me company! You know I can't stand to be alone for a long time. And if I'm supposed to stay in bed, who's gonna make me food, and get the mail, and answer phone calls, and keep the pool clean, clean the dishes, and... ..."
"Jesus! You're so selfish! Can't you survive ONE week alone?" Mike asked, laughing.
"No," Billie said childishly. Mike rolled his eyes and glanced into the living room. Karla was still on the couch, one strangely colorful pair of Converses visible on the armrest. Adrienne had told Mike and Tre about the incident at Safeway. An idea struck him.
"Hey, maybe there is someone willing to put up with you for a week...," Mike said, forming a plan in his head.
"Who?"
"Karla. The babysitter. She'll just babysit you."
"What?! How do you know she isn't some crazy teenie?!!"
"Well, uh, actually she has shown no recognition whatsoever about knowing who we are. Tre did say something stupid, naturally, but I don't think she heard. She's pretty down to earth, though. Actually, she reminds me a bit of you when you were her age."
There was a long silence on the other end. Mike could hear the beeping of various machines in the background. Finally, Billie let out a sigh.
"Okay. Adrienne will be thrilled that I'm 'taking time off' and 'relaxing'. But, give her some sort of test. A teenie test. I need to know what she's like before I get stuck with someone for a week."
"Wow, you are very paranoid. Fine, I'll drop a few hints, call you back later, and you can make the decision. Ask Adrienne. She seems to know some things about Karla."
"Fine. Oh, I'll probably be back late today, maybe around 7 ish? I'll see you then. I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
Billie is fucking paranoid.
***Back to Karla's POV***
Huh? A teenie test? Take care of Billie Joe for a week? What?! I'm really confused now. A teenie test....hmmmm. I wonder what he'll do. Drop a few hints, like he said. But what do I DO? I can't keep pretending not to hear him... ... ... Oh no. I'm gonna have a panic attack. Okay Karla, DEEP breath.
'Act oblivious!' Diana's voice shouted into my head.
Yeah, easier said than done. I couldn't act stupid and pretend I had never even HEARD of Green Day. This fucking sucks... ...
I heard Mike talking to Tre in the kitchen, obviously replaying the conversation that I had only heard half of.
"Billie's lucky. I'd be more than willing to spend a week alone with her!" Tre said.
"Tre! SHE. IS. FOUR. TEEN."
"Point being?" Tre asked stupidly. I grinned on the couch, my eyes closed. Mike sighed.
"Okay, whatever. What are we gonna do about this 'test' Billie wants us to administer?" Mike asked.
"I dunno. Why don't we just go right out and say,'Hey! Do you know who Green Day is?!'" Tre said.
"Don't be an idiot. Let's just ask her what kind of music she likes or something," Mike said. I cringed. Oh no. What was I gonna say?
"Whatever. I'd actually be offended if any 14 year old out there DOESN'T know who we are," Tre said, opening the fridge. I heard the clinking of glass bottles.
Mike laughed, and they went out the back door, probably to go sit on the patio and drink a few beers. After I heard the door shut, I let out a groan and threw a pillow across the room. I covered my face with my hands and just lay thinking for about 15 minutes. What has happened to me in the last 3 days?! I finally got up and went into the kitchen for a desperately needed coke. I cracked the can open, and leaned against the counter, wondering where Jake and Joey were. As if on cue, both came bursting into the kitchen, Jake running from Joey, who was screaming his head off.
"Give it back!" yelled Joey. Jake ran around the corner and disappeared into the living room. I stood there, and raised an eyebrow. Mike and Tre came back in through the back door, which was attached to the kitchen just as Jake came running back into the room, and nearly collided with Tre's legs. Joey followed close behind.
"GIVE IT TO ME!!" screamed Joey. Jake ran around Tre, and came to me, hiding behind my legs. Joey stopped in front of me, seething.
"What the hell is going on??" Tre asked.
"Aaaaaw. You said the 'h' word!" Jake said accusingly, pointing at him. In the other hand I noticed he clutched a Game Boy, which was probably what Joey was trying to get back.
"He won't give me my game back!" shouted Joey.
"But I wanna play MY game now. You have been playing for a long time!" Jake yelled back from behind me. I was his personal shield.
"Jake, give Joey the game back. Let him play a little longer, then you can play," Mike said reasonably.
"No! That's not fair!" Jake said.
"Yeah, considering the Game Boy is MINE," Joey said defiantly.
"Okay, oaky. Calm down. I have a solution," I said, moving over to my bag. Jake continued to cling to my legs, moving with me, making it difficult to walk. I rummaged through my bag and found what I wanted. MY Game Boy Advance SP. I pulled out my game, threw it back into my bag, and handed it to Jake, in exchange for Joeys game, which I returned to him. Jake was beside himself and immediately ran off to put his game in it, while Jake made sure Joey hadn't messed up his game.
"Wow. Do you have a cure for cancer in there too?" Tre said, amazed. I smiled. Mike ran his hands through his hair which was already standing up.
"I think Adrienne needs you around this house more often. Give her time to relax," Mike said.
"Speaking of relaxing... ...," Tre said suggestively to Mike. Oh shit, here it comes.
"Oh, yeah. You know Billie? Adrienne's husband? He needs to take some time off... ... and Adrienne is going to go on a little vacation that was promised to Jake and Joey for a week. So, he'll be alone, but he needs someone to take care of the house, you know? Just get the mail, answer the phone... ... ... He was wondering if you were willing to take the job. You'd be paid ofcourse," Mike said, speaking quickly.
"Uh," I said. I needed the money! Take the damn job! "Sure. I don't have anything better to do."
"Great. You've just made his life much easier," Mike said.
"So, Karla," Tre said casually,"What kind of music do you like?" I nearly choked on my coke, but avoided a coughing fit.
"Um. Nothing in particular, a little bit of everything I guess... ... I play the guitar," I shrugged, as if I didn't care.
"Really, what kind?" Mike asked.
"Electric. But I started out on acoustic," was all I said. I didn't mention that I had an unnamed band, and that I could sing, and that I wrote my own lyrics, and that we performed occasionally.
"Oh. Don't you like bass?" Mike asked. I made a face at him.
"Not particularly. My friend plays bass. The one I talked with on the phone earlier. The crazy one," I said, smiling slightly. And then, what else? My phone rang. Phone's are now officially life savers. I picked up my shockingly lime green cell from my bag and put it to my ear.
"Helloooo?" I said, feeling relieved. I didn't care who it was right now, but they had saved my butt from some more awkward questions.
"Hey Karla. We need to talk. HE stopped by here a few hours ago, looking for you," Diana's voice sounded strained. My eyes widened. What the fuck did he want?! I sank to the kitchen floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I tucked a piece of my shoulder length hair behind my ear. Tre and Mike looked at me strangely. Joey did too, since he just walked into the kitchen.
"What did He do?" I asked quietly.
"Nothing. He just banged on the door, yelling at my mum to let him in. Asking where you were. He sounded really pissed."
I rubbed my eyes, not believing this. Why did he want her now? He had ignored her for the last 11 years, now he was looking for me?
"I dunno what to tell you, but I advise you to stay away for a while. Stay hidden."
"Yeah. Okay. I'm gonna be staying here for a week actually, so that works out."
I could almost hear Diana's confusion.
"I'll explain later. Do you think it's safe to stop by now? So that I can grab some clothes and stuff?" I looked up at Tre, who said he'd drive me. I nodded my thanks.
"Yeah. But hurry, kay?"
"Sure. See ya in a minute."
"Bye."
I pressed the 'End' button and stared at my cell. This is fucking insane. I put my head in my arms, and then remembered there were other people in the room. I pulled myself to my feet, not meeting anyone's gaze. I put my phone back in my bag and pulled it onto my shoulder, looking at the ground.
"Do you wanna talk about... ... whatever that was?" Tre asked quietly. I just looked at the shiny floor, shook my head, and made my way to the front door. Tre followed behind me, car keys in hand. I stopped in the driveway, unsure of what car was Tre's.
"This one," he said, going over to the green sedan. I just got into the front and didn't say anything. I looked out the window as he started up the car, and we drove in silence, with only me giving him the occasional 'turn right here' or 'take the second left'.
"Are we heading to your house?" Tre asked mildly. But I knew that he knew we weren't. I wondered what he thought was going on in my life.
"My friend Diana's," I said, still staring out the window. We drove through her neighborhood and I told Tre where to stop. My door was facing the road, and I got out and told him I'd only be a minute. He told me to take my time, and cut the engine. I ran around the car and into the house.
Diana was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. She jumped up when I came in and bombarded me with questions. I held my hand up, signaling her to be quiet. I told her everything while I was throwing clothes into my bag, and my necessary toiletries. She was totally silent, soaking up all the information. She let out a deep breath when I was done.
"Well, um... ... holy shit," Diana said.
"Yeah, holy shit," I said, flopping down on the bed next to her, closing my eyes. Diana looked out the window, at the waiting car.
"What are you going to do?"
"'Act oblivious', ofcourse," I said all smart ass like.
"Who drove you?" Diana asked curiously, ignoring what I had said. I grinned, eyes closed.
"Mr. Tre Cool, who else?" I said devilishly.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Are you saying he's out there right now, in that car, waiting for you?" Diana asked.
"Yup," I said grabbing my bag, and heading down stairs. I stopped infront of the door and hugged her.
"Don't do anything stupid. Call me everyday. Oh my god, what will Lauren say about this?" Diana said faintly.
"Tell her the truth. Well, I'll see ya," I walked back out to Tre's car and waved good bye. Tre asked if I had everything, I nodded, and we drove away.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 8, 2005 23:15:33 GMT -5
This part seems really short to me, dunno why. Is it? Oh, and Mary Jane? What the hell is happening in your pic of Tre? I'm really confused.
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Post by Kill on Jul 8, 2005 23:20:37 GMT -5
What pic? Heh?
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