{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 14

"Well, to make a long story short, me and Billie got into a fight, and he was being an asshole, so I took a small holiday." I explained. "Your turn.". 

"I just came to drop off a pie." Mike said. 

"Um, a pie?".

"Yeah, don't ask.".

"Okay.". I went and grabbed my suitcase. "Hey, thanks for letting me stay." I said to Tre as I walked into the kitchen. 

"Oh, no problem. Here, have an apple, hun." He replied, tossing me a red apple. 

"Oh, thanks!". 

Mike's p.o.v

I came up behind Alyssa, her dark red hair looking like it should be in a magazine.  "Alyssa?". I asked. She turned around.

"Yeah?".

"Want me to give you a ride home?". 

"Oh, uh, sure.". I led her out to my car.

"So is Billie pissed at you?" She asked, throwing her suitcase in the back seat.  

"Yeah, he is. I mean, I told him that we were drugged when we did it. He's still really mad at me, but I think he'll come around to forgive us soon enough." I said, opening the passenger door for her. I wasn't too sure Billie would forgive us soon, though. He was really mad at me on the phone.

"I hope so. Um, what about you and Brit?" She asked. 

"Oh. We broke up.".
     
"I'm sorry to hear that. You know, this whole thing is my fault. I'm sorry I got us into this mess.". 

"Oh, no it's not. Look, we weren't in our right minds when we hooked up, so it's not your fault. I should've known better." I assured her. I want to do it again, though. I thought.

"It’s not your fault, either. Hey Mike, if me and Billie end up… oh, never mind.". 

I glanced over at her. She looked out the window, and I just admired her beauty for a short moment. I wanted to tell her that she could come and be my girl if she and Billie split up, but I figured that I better stay out of it until it became more clear as to what they were going to do.

We came to a red light, and to try and relieve the tension a bit, I popped The Clash's White Riot into the radio.

Alyssa's p.o.v

I turned to Mike and smiled, and he smiled at me, too. I was so in love with that smile.

I've heard this song so many times now that I know nearly all the words. I think about that, instead for a while.

The lyrics are great. For example, one of them is "All the power's in the hands, Of people rich enough to buy it, While we walk the street, Too chicken to even try it.". I mean, it's the raw truth. 

                               ***

"Billie!" I said, running up to him. 

"Alyssa! I'm so glad you're okay.". He wrapped his arms around me.

"I was going to come back, but then I got lost." I told Billie as we went inside. "Then Tre came and got me, so I spent the night at his place.". 

Billie's expression quickly went from happy to angry. "Oh, boy. Please don't tell me you guys fucked.".

"No, no, we didn't!" I said, a bit disgusted at the thought of having sex with Tre. "But we went to a diner and saw- oh, never mind.". 

"What did you see?".

"Oh, nothing important. Anyway, I'm sorry, BJ. I shouldn't've scared you like that.". We sat down on the couch together.

"Don't worry." Billie said.

"Oh, I'm also sorry for what I said… on the phone last night.". 

Billie nodded his head slowly.  "Yeah… yeah…".

"What is it?" I asked, knowing that something was in his mind.

"Nothing." He replied slowly. 

"BJ-".

"No, it's nothing, really!".

“I can tell that something’s bothering you. What is it!? Is it something I said last night!?”. 

"No, really, I'm fine!". 

"Oh, is it that girl, Adrienne!?" I asked. "You met her like, almost thirty years ago! It's time to get over her, Billie!". 

"You don't get it, Alyssa, you just don't get it. She was just beautiful, and I loved her so much, but we couldn't be together. Jeez, I loved her." Billie told me. I could hear the sadness in his voice, and that made me angry. Couldn't he just be happy that he had me!

"Billie, come on!" I said, my voice rising. "She's probably got a husband and has her own life now! You have me, and now you have a son, too! God, can't you just appreciate us!". 

"But we would've been perfect for each other. You don't get it!".

"Oh, damn it, BJ! Stop saying that I don't get it! You know, I'm just mad that you can't get over her when you have me! Do you even love me anymore!?" I shouted.

"Do you love me?" Billie asked.

"Well," I started. "To be honest, I… I'm not… really… sure, BJ". I felt tears forming in my eyes, and I tried to hold them back. 

"Alyssa, I'm not sure either. I think about how you and Mike slept together, and I just don't know what to think. I know you didn't mean to, but it kind of makes me think that, well… maybe we should just…" Billie trailed off. 

"Just what?" I asked. He shook his head and stood up. Then he disappeared downstairs. 

I wished I was still with Mike, listening to White Riot in his car. Oh, I was falling for him hard. 

And here me and Billie were, falling out of love. I realized that we didn't love each other anymore. Those days were over. 

                              ***

That evening, I made spaghetti for dinner. 

"Billie," I sighed, slowly swirling my fork through my spaghetti. "I think that we should split.". 

"You really think so?" Billie asked, dropping his fork on the table and gazing into my eyes.

"Well, yeah. I mean, look, we obviously don't love each other anymore.". 

"If you really think that would be best, Alyssa." Billie sighed. "I should've known you were going to screw me over.".

"Hey, BJ." I said sternly. He made eye contact with me. "Not right now. We have more inportant things to do than insult each other. Which one of us is going to raise David?". 

"How about you? You're his real parent.".            

"Alright, Billie. But I want you to be in his life, too. I think you're a good person, and you'll be a good uncle, or whatever you decide to be.".

"Alright.".

I was going to miss Billie, but we couldn't go on like this. We had lost our love for each other, and we couldn't put up with each other anymore, either. 

Over the next few weeks, I moved out. I went back to work, and found a small two bedroom apartment in the south end of Oakland. David would sometimes spend  the weekend with Billie. When David was with me, I liked to play my Bowie CD's because I wanted to expose him to good music. Another thing I did was make sure to keep in touch with Billie, Mike and Tre. I had never come across any friends like them before, so I kept them.