{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 5

"Wake up, honey." Billie said, gently shaking me. 

"Why?" I groaned. 

"We're going home today. Come on." I opened my eyes and stood up. We walked back to our room and I took a shower. I was so tired. 

"Oh man, I didn't get enough sleep last night." I said, gathering up all my stuff and putting it in my suitcase.

I was still mad at Billie for getting drunk the night before. "Want to know what you did last night, BJ?" I asked, raising my voice. 

"What did I do? The last thing I remember was wandering around with Tre." Billie replied as we stepped out into the hallway. 

"Well, you got super drunk and you passed out on the fucking couch!". 

"Oh, really? Alyssa, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Billie said. 

"You drink too much, Billie! And you can be a real fucking dick when you're drunk!".

"Look, Alyssa-".

"Oh, what's your excuse this time!?" I shouted.

"I'm sorry, okay!? Really, I'm sorry.".

"Well, if you're really sorry, don't fucking do it anymore!! Get your drinking under control, damn it!". 

"I'm trying!".

"No, you're not!!".

"Yes I fucking am!".

"Oh my god!! You know what, Billie!?" I shouted. We were standing in the middle of the hallway, and I'm surprised that no one came out and told us to shut up. "I'm fucking tired of this, okay!? When we have our child, you better have this under control, or I'll leave you.".

Me and Billie didn't say a word to each other heading to the airport, and I sat beside Tre on the plane. 

"Tre, I love Billie. But, I think he drinks too much." I said. 

 "Well, yes, he does." Tre agreed. 

"I hope he has it under control soon. I really don't want him to hurt our child." I said, looking down at my stomach, which would be huge in just a few months. "I'm quite worried. I mean, you saw how he acted last night, and you've seen it before.".

"I know. But I think Billie will get it under control eventually, and I think he'll make a great father. And I'll be here for you guys. Don't worry, Alyssa." Tre assured me. I nodded my head and slept the rest of the flight.

                              ***

"Alyssa, I'm sorry." Billie said. We were driving home from the airport. I looked out the window at the grey day, rain falling lightly. The weather matched my mood. "I could get you a coffee, if you want.". 
 
"No, Billie.". I refused. "If you're trying to make up for last night, don't.". I was annoyed that he was trying to do something nice for me. 

"I'm not!".

"One day you're going to end up hurting someone really bad! Or hurting yourself!" I told him. I let out a frustrated sigh. 

"I'm really sorry! Honestly, Alyssa, I'm sorry." Billie said.

"Mmmm…". I shut my eyes. I knew I was being a bitch, but I was tired of putting up with his alcohol problem. "I'm going to try and have a nap.".

               ***

I sat on the edge of the bed, alone. The rain was pouring down fast and loudly hitting the windows. 

"Hey," Billie said, sitting down beside me. "I know I've been, well… not the best lately, and I'm really sorry.". 

"Oh, Billie," I sighed, looking down at the floor. "You know I only get mad at you because I care about you.".

"I care about you, too, Alyssa.".

"I said I'm going to leave you, BJ, okay? I'm just worried that you're going to get drunk one day and hurt our baby.".

"I know. Babe.".

"I think you drink too much. I really do. And it's not good for you. You've got to clean up your act.".

"Yes, I know. And I'll try to be better. For you, for us, for the band.". Billie put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. "And for our daughter- or son.". 

"We get to find out tomorrow!" I exclaimed. 

"It better be a girl. I had a bet with Mike." Billie told me. 

In the morning, we went to the doctors office, and I had an ultrasound. It was going to be a boy. It also just so happened that my due date was three days after the second half of the tour ended.

"Alyssa, are you sure you still want to come with?" Billie asked me. 

"Yeah, of course I do!" I replied. 

 "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, we might not get back in time.". 

"Well, want you to be with me when I give birth to our son.".

"This is bad timing.". We had both thought that our son would be coming a little later.

"This really is bad timing.".

I sat down on the couch with Billie, looking through the ultrasound photos we had just obtained. 

"We should start thinking of names." I suggested. 

"How about David?". 

"David." I repeated. "Why David?". 

"Name him after David Bowie." Billie said. 

 "I'll think about it." I told him. 

                               ***

"Ha! I won! You owe me ten dollars!". My eyes flew open and I saw Billie and Mike walk through the door with a blonde woman. 

I got up from the couch. "Hi Billie, Hi Mike." I said. "And you are…".

"Oh, I'm Brittney." said the woman. "I'm Mike's girlfriend. And you must be Alyssa?". 

"Yeah.".

"Billie has told me all about you!" Brittney said.

"Yeah, he's really sweet." I gushed. "Come with me, I'll get you something to drink.". Brittney followed me to the kitchen. 

"How long have you and Billie been married?" She asked.

"Two and a half years.". 

“And where did you meet him?”.

“We met at a concert. He was single, so was I, and things just kind of… you know, happened. Where did you meet Mike?” I asked as I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.

"At a sushi restaurant. You know, he said that maybe next time he goes on tour, he'll bring me with.".

"Oh, really?".

"Yeah. What's it like going on tour, anyway? Is it fun?". I paused, a wave of guilt coming over me. I turned around to look at Brittney. I kissed her boyfriend, and I liked it! Man, that's wrong.

 "Uh," I started to answer, my mind spinning. Then I dropped the glass I was holding. "Shoot!". I started picking up the smashed pieces. 

"Oh, let me help you!" Brittney said, rushing over. 

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Hi honey". I looked up and saw Billie walk into the kitchen, Mike following him. 

"Oh, hi guys." I said, standing up. Suddenly, I felt sick. I ran upstairs to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, Billie came to check on me. 
 
"Alyssa, are you okay in there?" He asked.

 "Yeah.". 

"Can I come in?". I opened the door and he stood there, a look of concern on his face. "Be honest, are you actually okay?" he asked me.

"I don't feel good.'. 

"Do you want to lay down for a while?".

"Well, okay.". I followed him to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Billie kissed my forehead. 

"Try and get some rest, okay?" He said, walking towards the door. 

"Okay.".