My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong

Chapter 21: Joey and Jakob

I woke up later on, discovering I had obviously fell asleep. It was Billie shaking me awake, and I hissed at him before attempting to kick him in the nuts, just missing.

"Hey! Nearly got me." He laughed, pulling me out of bed. "It's like dinner time. We're going out."

"We?" I quizzed, looking through my clothes.

"Oh y'know." He said, folding his arms and speaking in that annoying tone he does. I can't explain it but it's annoying. "Me, you, Mike, Tré.... Joey and Jake." He added quickly on the end.

I groaned, pulling some clothes out. "Joey and Jake? Mini Billie's? Ew."

He chucked, shaking his head as he went over to Mike to ask him something he probably didn't care about.

Billie annoyed me at the moment. Nothing I said that was meant to annoy him ever did, nothing hurt him or got to him. It was very irritating.

"Naaaaaatalie. Diiiiiiner time." Billie sang as I got changed in the bathroom, shielding myself as best as I could to avoid any incidents like earlier this morning.

I rolled my eyes and left the bathroom, putting my shoes on.

"Done?" Billie asked, watching with an amused expression. I nodded to confirm and we all left, walking to the restaurant as it was only a few blocks away.

Mike and Billie chatted happily as I seethed silently, wanting to burn the hair off Billie's head. I looked over at Tré and frowned, something wasn't right.

Tré was watching his feet, and I couldn't remember him saying a word in a while. I linked arms with him, giving his arm a squeeze. He looked at me and nodded, obviously to show me he was okay.

We all walked into the restaurant, and I saw that the table was set for more people than Billie had informed me of. He smiled innocently and I huffed, taking a seat between Mike and Tré. Billie sat on Mike's other side and I watched Tré, just making sure.

Then the mini Satan's walked in. Joey and Jakob Armstrong. They sat at the table, making conversation with his dad. And I frowned as two blond boys walked in, taking a seat next to Joey and Jake. I later learned that they were brothers, Cole and Max Becker. Cole was 15, and Max was 18. They were in a band with Joey.

I sighed and watched as Mike made a tower with the salt and pepper shakers. He did this with immense concentration, as if his life or his bass collection depended on it.

Billie suddenly knocked the tower over, and I have never seen such a look of pure disappointment more powerful than the one Billie received from Mike.

I ate in silence when the food got there, simply nodding, shrugging or shaking my head when a question was directed at me. I kept my head down to avoid the looks I kept receiving from Cole. What the fuck was his problem?

Billie talked to Mike, and them tried to talk to Tré before moving onto Jakob, and then chatting to the boys about their 'band'.

The end of the night couldn't have came quicker for me, and I basically dragged the boys back to the bus, got changed and climbed back into bed, now determined to stay here for the rest of the tour.