Daddy Armstrong

CHAPTER 4

*Billie's POV*

After Ruby came back, she went to sleep, leaving me and Adrienne alone.

"She has your eyes." Adrienne smiled sitting on the couch next to me.

I smiled to myself, "She does, doesn't she."

"Just so you know," she started, I looked at her, "I'm going to do everything in my power to make her feel at home."

"Don't...don't do too much. She's still in shock..." I trailed off. Adrienne hugged me, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

"I should get going." She said, kissing my cheek and getting up.

"No, you should stay."

"I have work tomorrow love. I'll call you."

"Can I pick you up after work?"

"I want you to make your daughter feel welcome." She smiled, gesturing up the stairs. "I'll call you tomorrow." She then left, her car starting up.

I walked up the stairs quietly, heading to my room. I passed Ruby's room and I heard voices.

"....what? Oh my god, he's the greatest. Yeah I guess I was mad at him for leaving but....he's the coolest dad I've ever had." she laughed softly.

I smiled to myself as I retired to my room. Tomorrow I was going to take her to the mall.

*Ruby's POV*

I had talked to Tyler last night, they got to California a day early. I think Adrienne went home because she wasn't in the house anywhere. Billie was still asleep so I decided to check out the house. I walked downstairs and went into a room. But it was not just any room. It was Billie's guitar room. Every single guitar that he had ever played. I thought I was going to puke. I walked over quietly and grabbed his black guitar. I had been learning Jesus of Suburbia so I decided to practice as quietly as I could.

".......I'm the son of rage and love. *guitar* The Jesus of Suburbia, the bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of." I sang, strumming with a stray guitar pick I found on the floor.

I heard someone clear their throat and looked up in terror. Billie was standing in the doorway with a smile plastered on his face, "You are definitely my daughter." he said.

"I'm just learning so far. I'm still working on it."

"We can work on it later okay? We have somewhere to go." he smiled, "Get dressed!" he yelled walking out of the room.

I laughed, carefully putting his guitar back and ran up the stairs. I had socks on and it was a hardwood floor so I, being the clutz I am, fell head first into the stairs. "Fuck!" I yelled in excruciating pain.

"Don't fall!" I heard him yell.

"I think I'm bleeding!" I yelled back. I touched the top of my head and sure enough, there was a bit of blood.

I heard running from across the room. "Ruby! God are you okay?" Billie asked in panic.

"No, my head is made of rubber and this blood is just ketchup, of COURSE I'M NOT OKAY-" I yelled. Someone opened the front door and there was Tyler and Tre.

"Did we interupt something?" Tyler laughed walking over to me. I got up, laughing with him and hugged him.

"I, being the stupid person I am, hit my head." I pointed.

"Damn! You're bleeding."

"Really? I didn't know that! God you're so smart." I rolled my eyes.