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The Babysitter	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 12260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Chapter Three
Rating: R (but not yet)
Disclaimer: I don�t own
anybody but my own characters
Additional Notes: Again, for
you guys reading, I want to thank everybody for reviews and reiterate� This is
not reality. This is fiction. I don�t like writing real people fiction that�s
anal retentive to reality. Because the non-famous people (read that small
children and wives, etc) don�t necessarily want to be the subject of hot debate
so those sorts of details I�ve skewed in my own little head so that I
don�t feel so weird about writing them. This is why the kids� ages are different.
Happy reading.

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�Why do you have to be such a bitch
all the time, Ava?� Matt Parker stared at his girlfriend�s topless form in the
afternoon sun and she grinned from her perch on the blanket.
�I
prefer the phrase �big-shouldered-broad�, thanks,� She shoved her celebrity
sunglasses further up her nose and held up a bottle of SPF 35. �Do my back?�
Matt
rolled his eyes and collapsed next to her on the blanket. He and his friends
had been coming to this deserted cove since they could carry their own boards.
Although it wasn�t until he�d started bringing Ava that the beach got a Mature rating. He made fun of her when she first moved here,
milk pale skin that she had to slather sunscreen to wasn�t he best when you
spent all your time on the beach. But it was kinda cool,
his girlfriend didn�t have a freckle on her. �Cept two. One teeny, tiny mark
just under her right eyelid, and a small freckle about an inch to the left of
the exact center of her chest. That was his favorite mark to play with,
because it made her squirm.
�So wha�ts on the agenda today, Joan
Crawford?�
Ava�s
smoky chuckle made him grin and she lay back after he�d done her back,
beckoning with her eyes for him to do her front as well. This time he squirmed.
�After
this I�m running by the Armstrong place, I�ve got to let the dog out and stuff.
And no, you can�t come.� Ava was relatively unaffected by the boy�s
ministrations on her breasts, but she affected a groan for his benefit anyway.
�Oh
come on, Ava the man�s never gonna know if you bring people. Please?� He bent,
rolling on top of her and nuzzling her affectionately. �It�s gotta be a gre-at house��
�Oh,
it�s a great house,� she giggled when he nipped her breast playfully. �But
you�ll never see it.�
�Ava!
I�m your boyfriend. You�re sitting on Billie Joe Armstrong�s house keyes and you�re not even gonna
let me take a peek?� He made his voice just the tiniest bit whinier and she
melted a little bit. He grinned. Worked every time.
�You�re
more than welcome to wait in the car.�
She
laughed at his indignant yell and he tickled her until she gasped for breath.
�How about now?� He�d learned long ago not to hide his arousal from Ava and
quarrels had a tendency to turn into heavy petting. Sometimes
more. He was hoping she was in a �more� mood. And access to the man�s
house. That�d be really fucking cool too.
�You�re
not going with me, Matthew,� She had her arms around his neck and her voice was
husky. Her breath tickled his ear. She pulled away from his face about an inch,
�Why do you want to go so much?� She cocked her head to the side, �You don�t
have a crush on him do you?�
Matt
rolled his eyes and slid off of her. �you�re like the
only person I know who�s not a Green Day fan, you know that?�
�Yeah,
and?� She sat up, reaching for her discarded top as she went. He rolled his
eyes again.
�Ava,
do you have any idea it is how cool it is that you get to go Risky Business
in Billie Joe FUCKING Armstrong�s house?�
�Do
I look like I care who he is? And what makes you think I�d run around his house
in my underwear?� She reached into a massive leopard print bag and pulled out a
pair of cut off jean shorts.
�Well
you�ve got to at least steal me a guitar pick or something.�
She
snorted and got up,pulling
on the shorts as she slid her feet into a pair of flip-flops. �Jesus, he�s like
freaking Elvis or something.�
He�d
pissed her off. Matt couldn�t help but get defensive. �Hey, if he were Roger
freaking Daltrey and I was the one scooping up his
dog�s poo you�d be all over me.�
Ava
grinned and kissed his nose playfully. �Yes dear, but Roger freaking Daltrey is freaking cool.� She was halfway to the car
before he caught up with her.
They
were at a stoplight and eating greasy burritos from some fast food joint when
he spoke again. �You never did tell me why you don�t like punk.�
Ava
shrugged before gulping her water, �I like music I can dance to. Punk�s
too�hectic.�
�And
for that you don�t like Green Day. They�ve come out with some great stuff-�
�I
can list more punk bands than you can that came out with great shit, Matt. I
didn�t� say they weren�t talented musicians, I mean it�s not like I�m
condemning an entire genre because I don�t like the style. I�m just not a fan.
Besides, Billie has one of the most annoying speaking voices on the planet. And
I�m not sneaking you into his house just so you can steal something random to
show to all of your bonehead friends.�
�Okay,
okay, easy tiger it was just a thought.� He gestured to the park at the next
intersection. �Just let me off here, okay? I told Bob I�d meet him.�
She
pulled over and let him out. He kissed her quick and Ava rolled her eyes. She
was not being bitchy, dammit!
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She
let herself into the house and disarmed the alarm almost as an afterthought. As
far as houses went it was pretty cool, Matt was right about that. It was just�
empty she guessed. Not lived in. It didn�t have that a-family-lives-here vibe
that she was used too. Actually though, her dad�s place didn�t have it until
she moved in and started leaving shit everywhere.
That
was the problem with the Armstrong place, it still
felt like it was in exhibition phase. I-just-moved-in-nobody-touch-anything.
Her dad said Billie�d lived there for a few months. Ever since he and Adrienne split. But he only had the kids
when his schedule permitted. So that was like what, once in a purple moon and
twice in February? She was a
regular house-sitter after that Disneyland
thing. In the last month Ava spent more time in the place then the owner did.
And that was sad.
The
dog yowled from its pen in the laundry room and Ava laughed. It really was too
cute. He�d bought Joe a basset hound and she had to admit the puppy was cute.
But it was a puppy and it was growing up without anybody around. She spent so
much time over here because she hated to leave the poor thing. And apparently
the kid couldn�t take the damn dog with him back to his other house. Ava
wondered about that.
Joe
named the dog Domino. She wasn�t sure why.
�Hey,
Fats,� she leaned over the puppy gate in the laundry room and lifted the puppy
into her arms. The ball of short legs and floppy ears and licking tongue
wriggled so hard she nearly dropped it, but he was happy to see her. She
grinned. �I missed you to, buddy, but don�t piss on my leg, okay?� Ava rushed
him to the kitchen door, opening it and shoving him out. Shutting the door
behind him she turned her attention to the pile of mail she�d dumped on the
kitchen table. Sorting ads, random letters, and a few newsletters took all of
five seconds and before the dog was scratching at the back door she was done.
�Time to play,� she announced to nobody in particular, helping herself to a
beer from the fridge she went out back, taking a bright orange ball with her.
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�How
long have you been out here with my dog, exactly?� Billie stood on the back
porch, hands shoved in his front pockets, eyeing the empty beer bottle on the
bottom step.
Ava
looked over her shoulder at him before tossing the ball across the yard and
checking her watch. �I dunno, a few hours maybe.�
It
was starting to get dark out.
�Do
you do this every day?� He walked down the stairs and hopped the last couple,
landing in the grass a few feet to her left. Ava shrugged.
�He�s
gotta pee every day, doesn�t he?� She narrowed her eyes, �I thought dad said
you weren�t getting back in town for another week.�
�Plans
changed. Why, planning a party at my place?� Domino brought the ball back and
dropped it at Ava�s feet before falling over his ears to get to Billie. His
tail wagged so hard his entire back end went with it and his puppy faced
grinned. She laughed, but she did feel a twinge of jealousy. Then she felt
stupid for caring whether or not her boss� dog liked her better.
�Are
you nuts? I don�t want my friends anywhere near your house.� She plopped
into the grass and grabbed Fats� hind legs, hauling him toward her for some
rough, in the grass play. The dog growled happily. Billie arched an eyebrow and
plopped down next to her. Ava rolled her eyes.
�You
don�t like me very much, do you, Ava?�
She
bit her lip, her hair was in twin braids today, stray tendrils fell free and
she�d highlighted it with an indigo color. �I�m not paid to like you, Mister
Armstrong.�
He
laughed, �So that�s a �no�, then.�
�No,�
she sighed, �You seem like a cool enough guy, I guess.� She rolled the dog over
in the grass and scratched its belly. �I�m just not a fan.�
�Naw, really,� he leaned back on his forearms and looked up
at her, well, her back really. She was cute, this kid of Tom�s. But she had a
shit-ton of walls. He was silent for a bit. When Ava spoke again he wasn�t
surprised.
�It�s
not you, you know. It�s� all you represent.� Fats rolled back on his stomach
and scrambled up into her lap. She scratched him behind his ears. �I�m not a
punk fan. It�s like the entire genre represents how much my dad didn�t want me
around.�
Fats
licked her chin. Then scrambled away from her again.
Billie
sat up when Domino jumped in his lap. �You�re going to have to elaborate on
that one, Ava.�
She
laughed. �Yeah, I know. All of a sudden I�m all after-school-special. No, see,
when I was like ten I had this huge thing for
Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. I mean huge.
I�d been after my �rents to go to a concert for like forever and finally, finally,
my dad decides to take me. And I was stoked. It was actually sorta sad how excited I was.� She laughed and rolled her
eyes, eyeing the dog. �So we get to the concert and everything�s great. I can�t
do much cause I�m only like ten, but no big because my dad got us backstage and
whatever and right between the first and second set he decides to tell me that
he and mom aren�t working out and he�s moving to Cali.
And I can�t come because he�d rather I stay with mom.� She picked a fistful of
the grass and let it drop.
�So�
you hate punk because your dad�s got a bad sense of timing.�
Ava
rolled her eyes. �What is it with you people thinking I hate the genre?! I�ve
got nothing wrong with the freaking music, already. I just really don�t like
people having fun, dammit!� She threw her hands in the air.
He
stared at her.
Ava
realized what she said.
They
stared at each other.
And
then they laughed.
Ava
stared up at the sky, �Matt, my boyfriend,� she clarified, �thinks I don�t like
punk because I can�t dance to it.�
�Next
time I�d stick with that story.� He sat up, putting the dog back on the grass.
Fats Domino stared at the two of them before taking off across the yard.
�Yeah.� She shook her head, �I didn�t mean to unload on you
like that.�
�I
figured there was a reason you were being so��
�Independent?�
He
laughed, �That works too. Thanks for house sitting and all. I�ll probably need
you next month too.�
�Fine,�
she got up, dusting off her ass as she went. He followed her, reaching into his
back pocket for a thick envelope. She grinned, Ava loved money. �Fats likes the orange ball better than those designer fung-shui dog toys you bought. And he�s fine with the puppy
pads in the laundry room, but if you�re home you might want to keep the back
door open.�
�Fats?�
�Yeah��
she looked at him like he was crazy, �As in Domino��
�I
got it.� He rolled his eyes, nice to know the teenager could still make him
feel stupid.
�Besides,
he�s a basset hound, he�ll look like he needs Weight
Watchers in a few months.�
She
took the envelope and lifted the flap, thumbing the money quickly.
�That
much work for ya?�
Ava
grinned, thumbing a twenty and handing it back to him, �Yeah, thanks. This�ll
cover the beer I mooched.� She shoved the rest in her back pocket while he
laughed.
�Just
make sure your dad doesn�t find out.�
�Thanks
Mister Armstrong.� She turned, going quickly up the porch stairs.
�Call
me Billie!�
�Bye
Mister Armstrong!�
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