Rockin' Roll Boyfriend

After sitting there on the curb, I realized how stupid I must look, because people were giving me odd looks as they drove by, or walked past me. The hotel was one block away or something and I could manage walking there. Damn, WHY did I let him drive? I guess it wasn't all my fault, but I still feel I'm to blame here. I stormed down the street, just glaring, looking insane, and about to fall apart.

In the hotel room, I came in the room, and broke out in tears. Anna, Jack and Kim rushed to my side.

"Oh no!" Kim started, "Did something go wrong? A fight or something?!"

"Here," said Anna, handing me a tissue, "you'll feel better."

I blew my nose, and wiped my eyes, "Thanks. No," I said, sniffling, "our relationships fine - at least, I think it is, if he's not mad at me for this shitty mess I've made."

"What happened then?" asked Jack, who felt kind of odd being the only guy in this.

I took a deep breath, "Tre got sent to jail because he ran into a cops car when he was drunk driving, and I feel so bad, because I let him drive though I knew he was drunk. It's just, he kept insisting he drove us back, and well, I didn't want to make him feel bad on our first date."

Kim and Anna were in shock, and glad I was ok, but felt horrible for Tre.

"Does Billie or Mike know about this?" asked Jack, who went back to playing his game boy on one of the couches.

I shook my head, "Billie was actually with us when we went to the bar - he was out with Adrienne, and then they drove back, and I think they're safe, and Mike was out with Brittany somewhere else. I think I'll call their room now."

I went over to the phone, and dialed. Please, be there Billie. RING. Right after the first ring, Mike picked up.

"Hello?" Mike said.

"Hey, Mike?" I replied, "This is Jennie. Uh, did Billie Joe and Adrienne get back yet?"

"Yeah," he said, "Why wouldn't they? They're sleeping now, all partied out I guess."

I took another deep breath, afraid to tell him I'd got Tre sent to jail, "Well, uh, you know why Tre didn't get back yet?"

"Why?" he asked, "Is he sleeping with you or something?!"

"No!" I said, "Not after the first date! Anyways, no, the problem is, well, Tre's in jail."

I could barely bring my lips to say those words, but I did.

"He's WHERE?!" Mike screamed into my ear, "God - BILLIE!!!!!" I heard him walk away into another room, and heard him shaking Billie, "BILLIE, get your ass up!"

"Huh?" I heard Billie on that side of the connection.

Mike sighed, "Sorry to break the two of you guys up right now, but Tre's in jail, and I think we probably have to get him out."

"What?!" Billie was wide awake now, I could tell, "What happened?"

"I don't know," said Mike, "but Jennie just called saying that's what happened."

"Damn," Billie muttered, "Adie, I'm sorry, but I've gotta go now, love you much!"

Mike came back to the phone, "Hey, we'll be at your room in like a minute or two, ok?"

"Ok, bye," I hung up.

I waited for them, and when they knocked, I rushed to open the room door.

"Hey," I said, as Billie Joe and Mike walked in, and I told them the whole story - me letting Tre drive, us crashing into the police, me walking home. Every so often, I'd cry a little bit.

"- and that's what happened," I finished, as we all sat on a bed, "It's ok if you guys hate me forever for sending the greatest drummer to jail. I was a stupid bitch, I guess."

"Don't feel bad about it," said Billie Joe, "I know you feel guilty, but we'll forgive you and Tre will too. Now, why don't we get a good nights sleep, and in the morning, we bust Tre out, ok?"

"But," I argued, "I don't WANT to sleep. I don't think I can! I want him out NOW! I don't want him there tonight."

"Neither do we!" said Mike, heading for the door with Billie, "but you look like you definitely could use a good nights sleep? Ok, see you in the morning Jennie."

* * * * * * * *

I didn't sleep one bit that night. My friends all moaned from their beds, cots or couches, 'Go to sleep Jennie!' but I just COULDN'T! They didn't know how I felt. Ok, maybe I have too much guilt, but I was wondering what it was like in jail at night. How bad it must be for Tre. I guess I did actually fall asleep for like an hour or something since I remember having a dream about potatoes attacking me.

As soon as I was ready and dressed that morning, I went over to Green Day's room, knocked on the door, and found that both Billie Joe and Mike were ready. Adrienne would be staying in the room watching Joey and Jakob, and taking them to the pool and around New York that day.

"Yeah," said Billie, "we're ready to go. You got the bail, Mike?"

"Uh huh!" Mike ran up with a wallet full of cash, "Let's go."

On the way to the NYC jail house, we just sort of chilled as we rode. We joked around, as if nothing had happened, and listened to songs on the radio, and I think that made me relaxed and I knew now that everything would be ok.

Once we arrived, and went in the jail house, we went up to a random passing police officer. He was a real old guy, probably almost sixty with gray hairs all over his head, and he had a pair of crappy glasses.

"Do you know where a guy named Tre Cool is in here?" Billie Joe asked him.

"Well, don't ask ME!" he said, grumpy, "Ask the guy at the desk down there!" and he pointed down the hall.

We went to the desk to find a man a little younger than the grumpy officer where Tre Cool was at and how we could get him out.

"Just pay the two thousand dollar fine, ok, and sign this here," the man said handing us a paper, "and I'll get him for you."

A minute later, Tre came up with the officer. He looked as if he hadn't slept all night, but I looked the same I guess. I just ran up to him and hugged him so hard, I think he might have stopped breathing.

"Tre!" I was so happy he was ok, "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"

"God, Jennie," said Mike, grinning, "It was only last night!"

"Oh, shut up!" I smiled, and stared into Tre's blue eyes. Damn he's hot, I thought.

"I feel the same," said Tre to me, as I loosened my grip of him and eventually let go, "Thanks, for getting me out. I don't think I could've standed another minute! I was stuck in a cell with two men who were creepier than me!"

"Aw, it's ok!" I said back to him, "You're safe now!"

We then drove back to the hotel, glad Tre got out safely.