How We Stay Here (or Waiting)
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,628
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Nine: The Left Hand Path
How We Stay Here (or Waiting)
Part Nine: The Left Hand Path
So close, enough to taste it
Almost, I can embrace this
Feeling on the tip of my tongue
* Billie’s POV *
I had been upstairs talking with the boys. When I came downstairs I found Adrienne in the kitchen talking into her cell phone.
Her eyes widen and she looks at me guiltily and I know my husband’s on the other end. I cross the room and hold out my hand. “Give it to me.”
She looks terrified but hangs onto the phone. “I’m not letting you do this. I’m not letting you throw him away.”
“Give. Me. The. Phone.” When she doesn’t move, I grab her wrist with one hand and pry the phone from her fingers with the other. I close it with a click.
There are daggers in her eyes as I release her wrist.
“You’re a real bastard sometimes, Billie Joe.”
“So I’ve heard.” But I feel my anger leave me, replaced by a new emotion. Leaning forward, I press my lips to Adie’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” I move to leave, but she pulls me back.
And presses her lips to mine in a white hot kiss.
Then, terror in her eyes, she takes a few steps backward until her back is against the counter. This time I move toward her and my lips find hers. Her mouth parts from a gasp and her hands come up, grabbing my shoulders. Neither of us pull away until we hear the crash from upstairs.
Face flushed and eyes full of an emotion I can’t identify, Adie heads up the stairs to investigate. I grab my car keys.
* Mike’s POV *
This time Tre makes no protest as I continue to get steadily drunker, possibly because he’s matching me beer for beer. “She said it wasn’t going to happen.” My voice is slightly slurred. “But Billie was so pissed at her.”
“Billie’s just pissed in general.” Tre said, holding his liquor much better than I am. “And so are you.” he added. “Just not in the same way.”
I chance a smile. But it’s forced and we both know it. “Come on.” Tre says. “You need to sleep.”
I don’t argue.
* Billie’s POV *
I’m throwing picture frames around the house when Adrienne walks in without so much as a knock. I look at her and she looks at me, then the shattered glass on the floor. “I see you redecorated.”
I roll my eyes and kick at the family picture by my foot. “Yeah, well . . .”
“Billie,” the glass crunches under Adrienne’s shoes as she walks toward me, “this isn’t you. Throwing pictures, threatening divorce . . . kissing me.”
“You kissed me first.” I snap, pushing her back when she puts her hand on my arm.
“It was wrong.” Adrienne says, her words crisp. “I know that.”
“Why?”
She bites her lip. “It was familiar.” she says finally. “It was selfish.” she adds in a whisper.
And then my hand’s on the back of her neck and we’re devouring the taste of each other, the feel, the scent. She’s making the mewing noise in the back of her throat that she always did, hands threaded in my hair.
I know it’s wrong. I’m still in love with my husband and she’s pregnant and engaged. But I can’t stop. I need her.
Bad.
It isn’t until later, after we made love, that it hits me. I think it may have actually left a bump on my head.
* Mike’s POV *
“I’m going to try and talk to him.” I tell Tre. “I just . . . I have to do this.”
“I know.” he says. “Just don’t kill yourself driving drunk.”
It’s a short drive due to my speeding. Billie’s getting the mail and smoking when I get out of the car. He walks into the house without a word and I follow, just as silent. I smell the sex and I see the shoes. “That was quick.” I tell him.
“Look who’s talking.” he snaps. “Nice hickey, Mike.”
I walk toward the stairs. If her shoes are still here, she is. Whoever she is. But Billie grabs me and pushes me against the wall. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
* Adie’s POV *
I hear them and I know it’s going to be a short fight. Billie’s a dirty fighter, but Mike can still beat him. I slip into my clothes quickly and walk to Jakob’s room, opening the window. I’ve climbed down enough garden railings to know I won’t fall, but it’s trickier doing it pregnant. And barefoot.
It hurts like a bitch.
I pray to God that they won’t end their fight and look out the window before I’m out of the driveway. Fortunately, I don’t think they did.
I just fucked my ex-husband.
What the hell is wrong with me?
* Billie’s POV *
“Was she pretty?” Mike snarls, still trying to push me off of him.
“I could ask you the same question!” I snap, nearly in hysterics. It’s bad enough that I had sex with someone else. It’s even worse that it’s Adie. Especially when Mike thinks I’m still in love with her.
Am I?
I think my hold on him must have loosened when that question entered my head because he’s halfway up the stairs before I notice. He throws open our bedroom door and I cringe, an apology half formed on my lips. But the bed’s empty.
And we would have gotten away with it if Mike hadn’t seen her engagement ring on the floor.
Shit.
* Mike’s POV *
I knew it. I fucking knew it. But instead of the anger I was feeling before, the anger I have a right to feel, I’m terrified and on the edge of tears. “You . . . you still love her then.”
“No.” Billie says desperately. “No, Mike. It just . . . it happened. I didn’t have anything to do with love.”
“Lust then.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Mike. I . . .” His voice fades to a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
I know now that he never really wanted the divorce. He wouldn't be this way, practically begging for forgiveness. He’d be a stubborn jackass like he normally is. I know he’d let me come home now.
It’s not like I didn’t screw that blonde.
But it’s different and I know he knows that.
“Mike, please don’t go.” Billie says, grabbing my arm as I move for the door. “Mike, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike. I never meant . . . I didn’t mean to hurt you. It didn’t mean anything.”
I push him backward onto the bed. “Trust me, Billie Joe, it meant something.” I didn’t mean to hit him this time. But suddenly I was straddling his waist and his cheek was red from my hand. He didn’t even flinch.
* Billie’s POV *
I recover from the blow quickly, looking up at Mike and grabbing his shoulders. I try to sit up, but he pushes me back down. His eyes are dark, evil in a way, but I still trust him completely. “Mike, please . . .”
“Shut up!” he yells, pulling away from me and moving for the door again. “Just shut up, Billie.”
I throw my arms around him, pressing my lips to his fiercely. This time he pushes me against our dresser. One of the metal handles hits my spine and I wince. He doesn’t move toward me, but he doesn’t move for the door either. But when I start toward him again he walks to the door.
“I can taste her on you.” he says.
And I fall to the floor, legs crumpled underneath me, sobbing.
Part Nine: The Left Hand Path
So close, enough to taste it
Almost, I can embrace this
Feeling on the tip of my tongue
* Billie’s POV *
I had been upstairs talking with the boys. When I came downstairs I found Adrienne in the kitchen talking into her cell phone.
Her eyes widen and she looks at me guiltily and I know my husband’s on the other end. I cross the room and hold out my hand. “Give it to me.”
She looks terrified but hangs onto the phone. “I’m not letting you do this. I’m not letting you throw him away.”
“Give. Me. The. Phone.” When she doesn’t move, I grab her wrist with one hand and pry the phone from her fingers with the other. I close it with a click.
There are daggers in her eyes as I release her wrist.
“You’re a real bastard sometimes, Billie Joe.”
“So I’ve heard.” But I feel my anger leave me, replaced by a new emotion. Leaning forward, I press my lips to Adie’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” I move to leave, but she pulls me back.
And presses her lips to mine in a white hot kiss.
Then, terror in her eyes, she takes a few steps backward until her back is against the counter. This time I move toward her and my lips find hers. Her mouth parts from a gasp and her hands come up, grabbing my shoulders. Neither of us pull away until we hear the crash from upstairs.
Face flushed and eyes full of an emotion I can’t identify, Adie heads up the stairs to investigate. I grab my car keys.
* Mike’s POV *
This time Tre makes no protest as I continue to get steadily drunker, possibly because he’s matching me beer for beer. “She said it wasn’t going to happen.” My voice is slightly slurred. “But Billie was so pissed at her.”
“Billie’s just pissed in general.” Tre said, holding his liquor much better than I am. “And so are you.” he added. “Just not in the same way.”
I chance a smile. But it’s forced and we both know it. “Come on.” Tre says. “You need to sleep.”
I don’t argue.
* Billie’s POV *
I’m throwing picture frames around the house when Adrienne walks in without so much as a knock. I look at her and she looks at me, then the shattered glass on the floor. “I see you redecorated.”
I roll my eyes and kick at the family picture by my foot. “Yeah, well . . .”
“Billie,” the glass crunches under Adrienne’s shoes as she walks toward me, “this isn’t you. Throwing pictures, threatening divorce . . . kissing me.”
“You kissed me first.” I snap, pushing her back when she puts her hand on my arm.
“It was wrong.” Adrienne says, her words crisp. “I know that.”
“Why?”
She bites her lip. “It was familiar.” she says finally. “It was selfish.” she adds in a whisper.
And then my hand’s on the back of her neck and we’re devouring the taste of each other, the feel, the scent. She’s making the mewing noise in the back of her throat that she always did, hands threaded in my hair.
I know it’s wrong. I’m still in love with my husband and she’s pregnant and engaged. But I can’t stop. I need her.
Bad.
It isn’t until later, after we made love, that it hits me. I think it may have actually left a bump on my head.
* Mike’s POV *
“I’m going to try and talk to him.” I tell Tre. “I just . . . I have to do this.”
“I know.” he says. “Just don’t kill yourself driving drunk.”
It’s a short drive due to my speeding. Billie’s getting the mail and smoking when I get out of the car. He walks into the house without a word and I follow, just as silent. I smell the sex and I see the shoes. “That was quick.” I tell him.
“Look who’s talking.” he snaps. “Nice hickey, Mike.”
I walk toward the stairs. If her shoes are still here, she is. Whoever she is. But Billie grabs me and pushes me against the wall. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
* Adie’s POV *
I hear them and I know it’s going to be a short fight. Billie’s a dirty fighter, but Mike can still beat him. I slip into my clothes quickly and walk to Jakob’s room, opening the window. I’ve climbed down enough garden railings to know I won’t fall, but it’s trickier doing it pregnant. And barefoot.
It hurts like a bitch.
I pray to God that they won’t end their fight and look out the window before I’m out of the driveway. Fortunately, I don’t think they did.
I just fucked my ex-husband.
What the hell is wrong with me?
* Billie’s POV *
“Was she pretty?” Mike snarls, still trying to push me off of him.
“I could ask you the same question!” I snap, nearly in hysterics. It’s bad enough that I had sex with someone else. It’s even worse that it’s Adie. Especially when Mike thinks I’m still in love with her.
Am I?
I think my hold on him must have loosened when that question entered my head because he’s halfway up the stairs before I notice. He throws open our bedroom door and I cringe, an apology half formed on my lips. But the bed’s empty.
And we would have gotten away with it if Mike hadn’t seen her engagement ring on the floor.
Shit.
* Mike’s POV *
I knew it. I fucking knew it. But instead of the anger I was feeling before, the anger I have a right to feel, I’m terrified and on the edge of tears. “You . . . you still love her then.”
“No.” Billie says desperately. “No, Mike. It just . . . it happened. I didn’t have anything to do with love.”
“Lust then.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Mike. I . . .” His voice fades to a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
I know now that he never really wanted the divorce. He wouldn't be this way, practically begging for forgiveness. He’d be a stubborn jackass like he normally is. I know he’d let me come home now.
It’s not like I didn’t screw that blonde.
But it’s different and I know he knows that.
“Mike, please don’t go.” Billie says, grabbing my arm as I move for the door. “Mike, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike. I never meant . . . I didn’t mean to hurt you. It didn’t mean anything.”
I push him backward onto the bed. “Trust me, Billie Joe, it meant something.” I didn’t mean to hit him this time. But suddenly I was straddling his waist and his cheek was red from my hand. He didn’t even flinch.
* Billie’s POV *
I recover from the blow quickly, looking up at Mike and grabbing his shoulders. I try to sit up, but he pushes me back down. His eyes are dark, evil in a way, but I still trust him completely. “Mike, please . . .”
“Shut up!” he yells, pulling away from me and moving for the door again. “Just shut up, Billie.”
I throw my arms around him, pressing my lips to his fiercely. This time he pushes me against our dresser. One of the metal handles hits my spine and I wince. He doesn’t move toward me, but he doesn’t move for the door either. But when I start toward him again he walks to the door.
“I can taste her on you.” he says.
And I fall to the floor, legs crumpled underneath me, sobbing.