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Title: The Babysitter Chapter
Twelve
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned �em, do you honestly
think I�d be writing about �em?
Notes: My comp�s still stupid, but
I�m typing this up on the office comp because not updating is driving me
crazy. Anyway, not much interesting happens in this chapter other than some
stuff that was bound to happen eventually. Enjoy!
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�Joe�s
birthday�s comin� up.�
�Soon.
Real soon, you know he wants a playhouse?�
�Yeah,
I heard. How do you feel about helping me out with the party?�
Ava
chuckled low in her chest and slid deeper into the bath water. She rolled over
so they were chest to chest and stared up into his eyes. �Would I be getting
paid for my services, Mister Armstrong?�
He
arched an eyebrow in mock surprise, �The pleasure of helping me out isn�t
enough?�
She
wriggled upward, straddling his body. �Twenty kids. Parents. Set up before and
clean up after? Baby, I don�t like you that much.�
He
laughed outright, flipping her over so he was above her. Water sloshed into the
floor. �What time to you have to be home tonight?�
She
smiled, triumphant, stretching her arms above her head and presenting her
breasts to him for inspection. �Dad thinks I�m sleeping over at Rachel�s
house.�
�Rachel
okay with covering for you?�
Ava
laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting his nose playfully.
�There is no Rachel. I gave dad Kurt�s number�he�s Rachel�s rather obtuse,
Puritanical father, Mister Horrowitz.�
�Sounds
like you�ve thought of everything.�
�Yup.
I�m a genius.� She winked, �Now when are you going to kiss me like a good boy?�
He complied, taking her lips
and she giggled, wriggling her body against his when his hands tickled down her
sides. The phone rang and Ava straightened, he shook his head against her neck.
�Let the machine get it.� His attack didn�t change when his wife�s voice cut
through the steamy bathroom, but Ava stiffened for a split second before
relaxing against him when he found a particularly sensitive spot.
***�Billie?
I know you�re not home, but call me whenever you get this� I�ve done some�
well, just call me, okay?�***
As
they sunk lower together into the bathwater, the back of Ava�s mind triggered,
wondering if he�d call her back. And as she was kissing him back, her lips
working like wet velvet against his skin, he made a mental note to remember to
find out what the hell Adrienne wanted this time.
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Ava
got to Billie�s house two Saturdays later and cursed colorfully under her
breath. Three hours early so she could see her boyfriend whom she hadn�t seen
two weeks and people were here already. She pulled shopping bags out of the
back seat and kicked the rim of the black Excursion in her usual parking place.
Vanity plate: MR-COOL.
�I
wonder who that belongs to,� she muttered, reaching the door and leaning on the
bell with her knuckle. The door ripped open a few seconds later.
�Ava!
Are you here to help with Joey�s party?� Jake stared up at her with a huge grin
on his face. �Uncle Tre�s here and he�s making his special cupcakes!�
Ava
arched an eyebrow at what �special� meant, �Actually dude, I need to ask your
daddy what to do with these.�
�That�s
okay, daddy�s making cupcakes too!� He reached up, grabbing the sahs she�d
slung around her jeans and pulled. Ava shrugged, letting the kid haul her in
the direction of the kitchen. She thought she heard more voices thank usual,
but she didn�t want to try and dissect. Att he door of the kitchen she nearly
burst out laughing.
Flour
on the floor. Batter on the walls.
The
trash can overflowing with burnt cake pieces.
And
a man she�d never actually met standing in the middle of the mess brandishing a
wooden spoon at Billie Joe with a look in his eyes that made Ava bite her lip
to keep from laughing.
��Look
man�I said I�d help you bake, okay�but I�ve been at this so long I can�t feel
my feet. I don�t know why the fuck they won�t cook right in your retarded ass
oven, I still say you should just bite it and buy �em at the damn store and�
and cupcakes cause cancer, okay?!� He noticed Ava over Billie�s
shoulder, �Great, a chick�feel like baking, sweetness?�
Ava
snorted and Billie rolled his eyes at her. She shrugged. �Am I late?�
�Nash,
you�re right on time. Decorations?�
�Yup.
You owe me fifty. Where do I set up?�
�Rec
room.� Billie knew better than to comment on the hair. Or the home-made tee
shirt�a vintage Sex Pistols Anarchy in the UK tour tee with what looked
like black spray paint over the front, the words Punk is Dead emblazoned
for anybody who felt like fighting it to see. He�d taken to ignoring her
tongue-in-cheek ways of picking spats. But he was almost tempted to ask if the
sash around her low slung jeans really was a car�s seat belt.
�Cool,�
she eyed him, smirking, then shrugged when he didn�t say anything about the
shirt. She knew he wouldn�t. She was more curious about the seat belt-belt. �Do
you need some help in here?�
Billie
shook his head vehemently, �We�ll figure it out, thanks.�
�Don�t
tell her that, man-!� The other man with the perfect eye-liner grinned
beatifically. �Hey� I�m Tre. I�m sure you know all about-�
�We
got it, Tre,� Billie grabbed the recipe card and waved it in his
bandmate�s face.
�Why
can�t I help, now?� Ava really didn�t care one way or the other, but she was
curious anyway.
�Daddy
says you burn water,� Jake supplied helpfully.
Ava
arched an eyebrow, �Yeah?� She glanced at Billie who had the good grace to
blush. �Well daddy can suck my left nut.� She winked at Jake and then sauntered
off, abandoning the men to the messy kitchen.
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�She�s
a keeper,� Tre muttered, laughing as he tossed the spoon on the counter and
headed toward the fridge for a beer.
�She�s
not that bad,� Billie was having a vivid flashback to the last time Ava
experimented with tofu and was firmly deciding to stand by his statement that
she shouldn�t, under any circumstances, cook.
�Are
you kidding?�
�She�s
seventeen, man, she�s not serious.� Billie acceptedt eh proffered beera nd took
a long swig. Tre rolled his eyes.
�Dude,
she�s seventeen, she�s dead serious.� He gave his friend a quick look, then
cocked his head to the side, �Pretty though.�
Billie
shrugged after a split second hesitation and bent his head over the sink.
�Yeah, if you like that sort of thing.�
�You
gonna tell me she�s not your type?�
Billie
was quiet for a moment, �She�s seventeen, Tre.�
�Yeah,
I know man, I�m just talkin�.� His eyes were keen on Billie even though they
sparkled. �But seriously, with that mouth-�
�Tre!�
He threw the cupcake tin into the sink with a little more force than he�d
intended. �Enough already.� Tre�s smirk made Billie deflate as quickly
as he�d flared up. His shoulders slumped, resigned, �How�d you know?�
�We
knew you were seein� somebody, Mike figured you�d hired a hooker.�
Billie
rolled his eyes.
�How
long?�
�Since
that trip to New York.�
Tre
took a sip of his beer. �When�s she legal?�
�August.�
�Dude,
it�s fucking March, man.�
�Yeah?
And?� Billie shook his head, �You�d have less of a problem with it if she were
two weeks away from eighteen?�
Tre
looked surprised, but thought about it for a second. �No� no, cause either way
you look at it, it�s fucking weird, man. I mean� when we were getting� high off
bad weed she wasn�t even like a fetus yet.�
�I�ve
done the math, man.�
�Does
Adrienne know? Okay, yeah, stupid question. Hey- is this why you�re so against
a reconciliation?�
�She
told you about that?� Billie downed the rest of his beer. He was getting a
headache.
�She
asked me if I knew anything.� He shrugged, �Is this kid really worth-�
�Now
I know you aren�t going to give me advise on how to save
my marriage.� He threw the beer bottle out and shoved the cordless in his
pocket, headed toward the back door. �Screw the cupcakes. I�m ordering pizza.�
He slammed the door after him.
�What�s
up with Billie?� Mike entered from the hall, a large, brightly wrapped package
under his left arm. Tre�s hands stilled the unconscious rhythm they were
drumming on his thighs.
�He�s
screwin� the babysitter.�
�That
blue-haired chick with the attitude rockin� out to Tommy in the rec
room?�
�Tommy?�
�Tommy.�
�Yeah,
that�s the one.� Tre shook his head. �He�s lost it, man.�
�Think
we should talk to him?� Mike eyed Billie through the window.
�I
guess we�d better.�
Mike
rolled his eyes, �Tre, you remember that time you wanted to date that girl with
the rusty safety pin through her-�
�Yeah,
so?�
�Remember
how Billie was the only one who didn�t give you a hard time about it?� Mike
crossed his arms over his chest and waited. Tre grunted.
�Yeah,
you made your point, mom.� He stalked to the door, his eyes betraying
his tone.
�I�m
just sayin�.�
�Yeah,
yeah,� Tre shook his head, Billie was sitting on the deck railing, his beer
bottle beside him. �Hey man- so we took a vote and yeah. Getting stupid over a
girl, yeah- fucked up.�
�Glad
you noticed,� Billie looked over his shoulder and nodded at Mike, �Hey man.�
�Hey,
so I hear you got a new girl.�
Billie
smiled, unsaid: stress on the girl. �Yeah.�
�She�s
a kid, man.�
�I
know,� he rolled his eyes heavenward. �She�s Tom Monroe�s daughter,� Mike
whistled under his breath, �And I was really, really not planning on
this.�
�But?�
Mike leaned on the railing, looking out at the yard.
�But
nothin�. I fought it for a long-ass time.�
�How
long?� Tre leaned on his elbows, facing the house.
�She
started watchin� the kids in September.�
Mike
snorted, �She a groupie?�
Billie
laughed outright, �Man she�s dead set against punk. Swears up and down I can�t
sing,� he added, taking a hard swallow of the beer.
�You
can�t sing, dude,� Tre interjected.
�Not
that it�s stopped ya,� Mike cut in, Billie noted that neither seemed
particularly surprised or upset about the turn of events. Just concerned. He
wondered for a split second what that said about him.
�What
if you two break up?�
�What,
you mean will she go to the papers?� Billie shrugged, �Nah, she�s more worried
for my rep than I am.�
�What
about Adie?� Mike glared and Tre shrugged, affronted. �What? Somebody hadda
ask. You two�ve been together forever man. It�s weird you breakin� up.
We thought you�d make it.�
Billie
clenched his jaw and glanced sidelong at Mike. �You two?�
�Come
on, man, you gonna try to tell me you don�t still love her?�
�She�s
the one that fucked up, not me.�
�So
where does that leave this kid- whasername�Evie?�
�Eva,�
Tre supplied.
�Ava.�
Billie crossed his arms over his chest. �I�m half in love with her,� he
groaned, wiping a hand over his face, �But she�s so freaking young man!�
�Some
people dig that Lolita thing,� Tre pointed out, leering suggestively. Billie
laughed.
�Naw
man, I mean like� okay so the other night we�re supposed to eat and she�s
watching MASH on Nick @ Nite, right? And I tell her we�re gonna be late and she
tells me that we can�t go yet because it�s a new fuckin� episode.�
They
hooted.
�I
take it all back, man,� Tre shook his head sadly, sorry that his friend was
dating a dip.
�She�s
not dumb,� Billie said defensively, �She�s just��
�Young.�
�Yeah.�
�Think
you�ll get sick of it?� Tre shuddered melodramatically, �Hot Topic wearin�,
Avril spoutin�, Orlie Bloom crushin� high school girls.�
�She
thinks Hot Topic�s a joke, she wants to shoot Avril, and she thinks Orlando
Bloom is gay.�
�You
got it bad, man,� Mike put in, running a hand through his newly brown dyed
hair.
�Yeah,�
Billie sighed, �She needs me, man.�
�She
needs you?� Tre muttered.
�This
isn�t a rebound thing, man. She�s all I-can-do-it-myself and
fuck-you-for-asking, but sometimes she just�I don�t know. It�s like� she�s
lost, man.�
�It�s
the age,� they chorused in unison.
Billie
laughed, �I think Jake wants to marry her.�
�At
least he�s her generation.�
�Mike!�
Billie glared sidelong and Tre held up his hands defensively.
�He
said it, not me, man.�
�Mike-�
�Billie?�
Ava stood in the ope doorway, Joe wrapped around her left leg and more kids
than belonged to the band members crowding around behind her. �The rec room�s
done, there�s a crap ton of kids around and the pizza guy wants money.�
�Okay
Ava, give us a minute,� They watched her go back into the kitchen and the three
shared a long look.�
�She�s
cute,� Mike offered.
�She�s
ass over tea kettle for Billie,� Tre observed.
�Lord
help us.�
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Ava
shoved the last dirty dish into the dishwasher and straightened. The mess made
in the kitchen had taken her the better part of an hour to clean. Not to
mention the mess in the rec room and then taking down decorations. If she never
saw another Spongebob cutout again she�d be happy.
Adrienne�d
come by hours ago to pick up Billie�s kids (Ava�d made sure to be on the other
side of the house for that) and everybody else had left way before that.
She bent, wiping down the counter one last time. When she straightened, Billie
was standing in the doorway, staring silently at her.
�Hey,� he murmured, walking slowly into the room.
She grinned, hopping up on the counter. He stood between her legs, arms on
either side of the counter, �Nice shirt,� then laughed, �You know what I just
realized?�
�What?�
She grinned, tossing her hair off her shoulders.
�You�ve
been here all day and I havne�t kidded you yet.� Ava stared into his open face,
his eyes, his lips, his nose, and grinned.
�I
was wondering when you�d notice that,� She cocked her head, offering him her
lips.
He
kissed her gently at first, touching only her lips with his. Then she laughed
against his mouth, deepening the kiss, and scooted forward so that suddenly she
was cradling him. She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He
broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against her cheek.
�Mike
and Tre know,� He murmured quietly. Ava jumped like she�d been burned.
�You
told them?�
�They
guessed,� he cocked his head, �It matters?�
She
sighed, bone deep. �This is so illegal, Billie.�
�Do
you want to end it?�
Ava
shot him a reproachful look. �You know I don�t want that.�
�Well
then? They�re not gonna do anything about it. S�none of their business, really.�
�I
dunno, I just-� Ava laughed, �I don�t deserve you, you know.�
�Bullshit.�
�I�m
breaking up you and your wife.� She supplied instead, giving voice to both the arguments
that had been warring for dominance in her head since New York. She really didn�t
deserve him, she knew that, the second one was just secondary.
�Double
bullshit.� He kissed her again, this time deep and scorching. When he�d gotten
her good and aroused he pulled back, �You had nothing to do with me leaving her
and you sure as hell aren�t stopping me from going back. So quit with that.�
�Do
you mean to tell me if you weren�t screwing around with me you wouldn�t have
considered that reconciliation when she suggested it two weeks ago?� Ava crossed
her arms over her chest and dared him to deny that that was why she hadn�t seen
him in two weeks.
He
was silent for so long she thought he�d not answer. When he lifted his eyes to
hers she jumped. Anger made them glitter a green so intense it was hard to
stand up to. �Do you mean to tell me that this,� He gestured between them, �is
just us �screwing around�?�
�Well
no, but-�
�And
are you trying to say that you think that�s all I want from you?�
�Billie-�
�Then
don�t. Not ever do you hear? If I wanted to be with Adrienne then I
would be. Get it?�
�Yeah,
but-�
�Am
I, or aren�t I with you right now.�
Ava
sighed. �You are.�
�Then
what does that say?� He prompted, his voice clipped. He�d already been over
this once today and he didn�t feel like a second time. Especially not with the
one person who was supposed to know better.
�You
want to be with me,� she muttered, sounding for all the world like his
five-year-old. He rolled his eyes, his mood lightening with her tone.
�Enough
to risk prison,� he pointed out, his eyes twinkling. He made a move to kiss her
and she dodged. At his questioning look she shot him a mock glare.
�I
can cook you know. S�just that veggie crap you insist on calling food
that turns out shitty.� She leaned toward his lips. �You tofu lovin�, tree
huggin�, liberal freak.�
�I
believe you.� His lips silenced further conversation.
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