Too Much, Too Soon

Eleven

~3 YEARS LATER~
I hadn't heard from my parents or seen them in the past three or so years. Even at the wedding, they didn't show. At this point, I entirely stopped even trying with them.

Billie came off stage, followed by Mike and Trè, covered in mud. "That was crazy," I said as he tried to give me a hug. I back away a bit, but he kept coming towards me. I reluctantly gave in.

"Oh my god. The day I wear a white shirt." He laughed as he backed away, "get over it." I jokingly punched his shoulder.

In the past few months, they, their band, had reached mass success. The release of their third album really launched them; touring, interviews, all of it they had at their feet. It was pretty damn amazing to say the least to have seen them go through nearly all of their experience as a band.

The band I was in is still together. We played shows every weekend usually and were working on our first album after taking a year and a half break.

Trè had a girlfriend now, but she is always busy with school and life, so I hardly go to know her. However, what I've gotten to know is nice; her and Trè go well together. Same sense of humor and a different, sorta childish, yet sophisticated take on life.

Mike and Ashley were still together, engaged actually. Their relationship went up and down, a lot, but in the end, anyone could tell they were both crazy for each other.

Billie and I were more than happy. We--as I stated earlier--were married. God, that was the best day I have ever had. I can't even explain it.

And as for me, personally, I got what I wanted, for the most part. My parents will always be a part of my mind, but that section they occupy in my head shrinks daily.

"Hey," Billie nudged my side with his elbow, "whatcha thinkin' about?" I smiled, "everything and nothing at the same time." He laughed, "you and your inconspicuous answers. Let's go out or something." "Like this?" I pointed at him covered in mud and me the same. He nodded his head, "I suppose we should change."

Billie walked into the tour van and I followed him. I looked at my jeans, they weren't dirty but my top was. Billie grabbed a change of clothes and headed to shower while I slipped on a t-shirt.

"Let's go," he said as he emerged from the van 15 minutes later, startling me slightly. I smiled, "yeah, let's go!" He took my hand and led me to a car that was parked a little down the way. "I rented it," he said reading the puzzled look on my face.

I sat and gazed out the window then, I looked over to Billie. He looked at me; we didn't say anything, he just took my hand in his and kept his eyes on the road. I know this is cliché, but I know I have my 'happily ever after.'