Neferapophis

Stab My Heart Like A Stick In The Mud

     I was home alone one day and had some time to spare. So I decided to google that bitch. Bitches love to be googled. *wink wink* I spent 30 minutes looking up Neferapophis and you know what I found? Nothing, nada, shit. Then I got the bright idea to pull that motherfucker apart. AH HA! Now we’re getting somewhere! I typed in Nefer. Several links popped up. Several saying Nefertiti, and then I found the right one. Nefer: Ancient Egyptian word meaning beautiful and goodness. I could see that; she was very appealing. I read on about how it meant the person was good on the inside and beautiful unlike any other. Alright she was attractive I’ll give her that but good on the inside? Really? Now she was kind to me when I was younger but trapping me in this dark room doesn’t sound like what a “good” person would do.

I digress…

Next part, Apophis.  Now this was the kicker! The cherry on top of the whip cream! Apophis: aka Apep, a greek word in ancient Egyptian history meaning EVIL GOD OF DARKNESS AND CHAOS! *Takes in big enthusiastic gasp, places hand on chest* OH MY! I knew that was coming. Makes perfect sense. Put it all together and she’s the gorgeous goddess of HELL! SHIT JUST GOT REAL! All I could think was fuckin hell yeah she is! The article had mentioned some things about snakes and what not’s painted or tattooed to symbolize evil. I stared down at my little pink notepad that I had wrote her name on and tried to remember if she had any tattoo’s. Damn, I couldn't remember! I had always been looking at more important things. I knew for a fact there was no snake tattoo on her tits. Eh oh well. maybe I’ll have another dream and I could actually look her over.

  I remembered her other name she had mentioned when I was younger. “Jamila!” I said to myself. Yes I talk to myself at time’s we all do it! If you don’t then, you fucking weirdo! Anyway my hands slowly moved across the keyboard. I’m not too keen when it comes to typing and the internet. I have better things to do than waste all my time online. Jamila: Arabic name meaning beautiful. She’s so conceited, which then again who isn’t. I cleared the history because I knew my wife would be so nosey If she found out I of all people were online. I understand why she gets worried at times but she’s the only one for me. My heart (and dick) are for no other.

I sat and started writing a song. I get Motivation from everything. Sometimes I’ll write and people won’t know what I mean. I must admit at times I’ll re-read something and think I don’t know what the fuck that means but it sounds pretty damn good. I finally heard my wife and kids come in. I looked at the clock. 10:15. What the fuck was so important that they had to stay out so late? I walked down stairs to find my younger son in uniform. They were all smiling and taking their jackets off. I stopped at the bottom of the steps leaving one foot back on the step and my hand on the rail. I pieced everything together. Damn. Jakob’s game. They all looked at me and their smiles faded. It felt awkward.

“Oh hi dad.” I smiled and gestured my head. They walked around to the couch sitting and my wife to the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame.

“I didn’t expect you to be home this early” she said pulling some frozen nuggets out of the freezer.

“Yeah, we umm..” I cleared my throat. “We finished early. So why didn’t someone call me about his game?” she dumped some nuggets on a pizza tray and turned some nobs on the oven before leaning against the counter, looking at me with arms crossed.

“We did Billie. You didn’t answer. I called several times then you finally picked up but quickly rushed me off the phone because of studio time.” she lifted her fingers and did air quotes as she said studio time. I looked to my feet trying to remember. I heard her throw the tray in the oven then closing it. I looked up and she slammed the oven mitt on the counter. She had her back to me, and she bent her head down and rubbed her forehead. I stepped to her and wrapped my hands around her waist kissing her on the back of the neck. I heard her sniffle so I turned her and she  leaned into my chest covering her face.

“shhh baby please don’t cry. I feel so horrible. I didn’t mean to just push you guys aside.”

“It feels like you don’t even care anymore. You’re here all the time but then again you’re not. It’s like you’re on tour still. You’re always working, and you’re supposed to be home! With me. with us..” she looked up at me with glossy eyes. I wiped her tears and kissed her gently. I put my forehead against hers and she wrapped her arms around me. Her words really hit my heart. I cant believe I had let this happen. 

“I know. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll do better. Know that we’re finished I can actually be here. I haven’t forgotten any of you. Adrienne I love you and our sons, Joey and whatshisface.” She looked up and playfully hit at my chest smiling. I smiled back. “I’m only joking. When’s Jakob’s next game?”

“Next Thursday. And it’s an important one! It’s the championships so you better be there!”

“Damn Championships already? I really missed out. I’ll definitely be there! Ipromise.” She smiled at me and I kissed her nose. She put her hand to the back of my head and pulled me into a makeout session.

“Ewww guys get a room!” my son yelled. I turned back smiling.

“Good idea!” I yelled back still smiling. I started to pull my wife’s hand before she stoped me. I looked back with a questioned look.

“What about the food? We have to eat.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really I had a meal before the game.”

“And I’m not hungry either. The boys are grown they can get their food.” She smiled at me and I smiled back. I pulled her to the steps.

“Boy’s we’re going to bed. Don’t you dare bother us! Joey you’re in charge of the food. Get the nuggets out in five minutes. distribute them EVENINGLY and when you’re done put your plate in the SINK and brush your teeth then go to bed! Got it?”

“Yes dad.” They said in unison. We took off running up the steps. Adrienne made it to the top first. She kissed me as I made it up the last two. I guided her backwards bumping into the wall. I pushed against her and she threw her arms around my neck. I spun us around and we were stepping into the bedroom. I pulled away from her lips.

“Joey don’t forget the damn nuggets!” I yelled out.

“Alright dad, jeez what are you the nugget king?” I just laughed.

“I just don’t want you to burn the house down. That’s embarrassing to have to explain to people!”

“Whatever I got it.”

And with that I shut the door.     

-I know I know. "it's about damn time you update! But this! really?!" sorry just started losing interest in the story because of other ideas forming. I didn't intend on having this many Billie Joe/Green Day fan fictions, but when I get in the middle of one, ideas for two more start to form. Meaning yes I have actually 3 more ideas for BJA FF. so i'm going to try and get this one finished but if I cant and end up doing others I do apologize. I feel no one's really interested in this one anyway, but if so Comment and tell me what you think! Vote! I'd LOVE some feedback for this one that way i get an idea of what you the reader thinks.  <3