Held Tight by Someone I Know

Chapter 12: This isn't working.

"No."

"No?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Don't give me attitude."

"Don't give me a reason to give attitude!"

"Neomi Jane Armstrong!"

"Billie Joe Armstrong!" It's been like this sense we got home.

"Cut it out!"

"This is bullshit. I'm going to my room."

"No."

"No?"

"Did I stutter?" He mocked.

"Fuck you." Was the last thing that was said before i bolted upstairs into my room. Locking it as I slammed the door.

I huffed and grabbed a pillow before slamming it into my face and screaming bloody murder.

This just isn't working.

Tell me about it...

We tried to fix things in the car. But, right when we got inside. The tables turned and - drumroll please - we started going at it again.
It's not as serious as it was but, it's really frustrating that he won't shut the fuck up for two minutes and let me talk.

Fucking asshole...

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~Billie's P.O.V~

Nice going, Armstrong.
Just when shit was getting sorted and better, you had to go and fuck it up...again!
She must really hate me...

I sat down on the couch and rubbed my eyes with my palms thinking of what I was going to do.

I lolled it over while I laid back on the cushions and stared at the ceiling.

What can I do?
I have about two options right now...
•Leave her alone and let life take its course on her hormonal teenage body...
•Drop a set and go up and talk to your damn daughter!

I settled with option two and stood up and started walking out of the living room and up the stairs to Neo's room where I heard muffled music blaring through the door. I pressed by ear to the white painted wood and listened.

"Hey Ho, Let's go! I'm gonna start a riot, you don't wanna fight it! One two, fuck you! Don't tell me what to do! I don't wanna be like you! Can't you see, it's killin' me? I'm my own worst enemy. Knock me down but I keep moving, cause that's the art of losing!" Neo sang with the composer. She had quite a beautiful voice. Just an ugly attitude.

I sighed, tapped on the door softly and waited...

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~Neo's P.O.V~

"Last call now I'm out of time, and I ain't got no valentine. Stick it down now I stand alone, the underdog in a modern world. Suburbia's hot tonight, and nothing seems to feel alright. I don't want your sympathy, I just need a little therapy. At least that's what they say to me..." I sang as The Art of Losing by American Hi-Fi came on.

My song was interrupted by an almost inaudible tap on the door.
I groaned, knowing who it was gonna be and turned on my side.

"Go away!" I yelled over the music.

"Neo, Please!" He shouted back. I could feel the pathetic plea behind the pane of wood. It made me feel bad and empathetic for him.
I sighed and got up, turned off my music and headed straight to the door. I grasped the brass and twisted the knob, swinging the door open.

"What do you want?" I taunted.

"Can I come in?"

"Whatever." I said as I left the door open and walked back over to my bed and flopped on my pillows, hugging them in the process.
I felt my bed sink in next to me as a weight sat on it.

"Peach, babe. Look at me."

I thought a minute if I should actually turn to him or not but decided against it as I swung my head in his direction.

"What?" I spat.

"Don't be like that." He pleaded softly. I sighed and sat up, crossing my legs in the process and stared down at my lap.

"Neo, I have a serious question to ask..."

"Hm?" I said still not daring to look into his eyes.

"Do you...hate me?" He swallowed nervously.

I shut my eyes to him in confusion.

"What? No. I could never hate you. Yeah, you piss me off sometimes but even Jimmy does that."

He sighed in relief.

"I just love you so much, peach. I don't want us to have a fallout every few minutes. I want us to have a good relationship."

"Dad, we do have a good relationship. Sure, we fight and argue but that shit will happen. We just have to get through it the best we can without coming to conclusions. Y'know?"

He giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"You said y'know." He said softly chuckling.

"Shut up." I smiled a little looking back in my lap.

"What? What is that? Is that...a smile?! On Neomi Armstrong's face! The biggest punk in eastern California?! This is just uncanny!"

"Sod off!" I laughed, pushing him away.

"What the fuck! There it is again! This must be a record!"

"I said sod off, Armstrong!" I laughed a little louder.

"Ahh! There she is!" He says grabbing me by the waist and dragging me towards him.

"Dad! Stop!" I laughed. He tickled me a bit like a little kid. And needless to say, I laughed like one too. I squirmed to the point where we were both laying in the pillows. I laughed it off and positioned my head on Billie's chest.
He softly kissed my head and stroked it while his other arm was wrapped around my shoulders, his hand stroking my back.

"I love you so much, peach. Never forget that."

"I won't, daddy. I love you too."

"You promise?" He teased.

"No. I lied."

"What was that?" He said as he tickled my sides. "Huh?"

"Dad! Stop! I promise!"

"Good." He chuckled as he stopped tickling me.

"You're very special to me. Don't you ever walk out on me again. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." I giggled.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I'm sorry...

[A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Whoot! Uh. Yeah xD]