Jinx {thirty-six} Billie, Stop Pretending You're in Love with Mike

Kate's POV.
Three days had past since Jessica's 'disappearance', and there was still no sign of her. I had tried to think of all the possible places she could have been, but I couldn't think of any. There wasn't anywhere for her to go. She was always home, or if she did go out, she was with us. She didn't go anywhere without us, so I assumed there wasn't anywhere for her to be.
She didn't have any friends that she could stay with, at least I didn't think she did. She never talked about anyone besides herself, and occasionally Tre.
I didn't know where her family lived, so I couldn't look for her there. Hell, I didn't even know her family. I had never met them, and I didn't even know if they were alive. She never mentioned them either. She never mentioned a lot of things....
For knowing Jessica as long I had, you would think I would have known everything about her, but it was just the opposite. I knew absolutely nothing about her. And this little event was finally bringing it to my attention. I didn't know anything about her past, where she lived before she moved into town when I was fourteen, where her family was during that time, and why we never went to her house. It was always my house. Maybe she was hiding something from me. But what was she hiding? I certainly had no clue. She was just one big mystery. One that I was very curious to solve.
I groaned, resting my head on the cold kitchen countertop as all of this started to sink in. I had finally realized my best friend of five years, that I thought I knew, was basically a complete stranger.
"Aw, there's a sad smurf in the kitchen...." I lifted my head, tucking a few strands of my blue hair behind my ear, and glared at Mike as he set the mail next to me with a smirk. He grinned, picking up an envelope and forcing it in my face. "If it makes you feel any better, you won a million dollars, Mrs. Armstrong."
I grabbed it from him, threw it in the garbage can and continued to glare. "Why are you so happy?"
"Well, last night me and Henderson tried out this ne-"
"Don't want to hear it!" I yelped, covering my ears. He laughed, shaking his head as he continued to go through the mail. I watched him quietly for a few minutes as he sorted through the bills and sales papers, until I thought of something. "Mike, does Jessica ever get mail?"
He looked up at me, biting his lip in thought. "No, not really. She got a letter once. Stole it from me as soon as I read her name off."
"Her name? What's her last name?!" I asked anxiously.
"Wait, you don't know her last name? God, Kate, I didn't know you were that slow. It's Cool, duh!"
"If you don't stop acting stupid and be serious, I'm going to really hurt you, Michael."
"Sorry. Anyway, the letter didn't have her last name, just Jessica. And she took it away so fast, I couldn't check who it was from," he explained as he threw the junk mail away. "But seriously, you've know her for years and you still don't know her last name? That's weird, Kate, really weird."
"I know. I just started thinking about it this morning. And I realized there's a lot of things about her I don't know. I wonder if Tre knows," I sighed, staring at the plate of food Tre was supposed to eat for breakfast. He had been in his room the entire time since Jessica had left. He wouldn't even come down for food. You know there's something wrong when Tre doesn't want to eat.
"Ooooh. You think she's like some kind of spy?" Mike asked, wide-eyed.
"Mike...."
"Sorry."
"Hello, beautiful," Billie grinned, walking into the kitchen. I smiled, but it quickly faded when I saw him kiss Mike's cheek. I rolled my eyes as Billie turned towards me with a smirk. "And hello, gorgeous wife that I don't deserve."
"Hello to you too, husband that likes to call guys 'beautiful'."
"Well, it's kinda hard not to. Look at the man, Katelyn," Billie said, gesturing to a smirking Mike. I sighed, rolling my eyes as they stared at each other with fake lust. Evidently I was the only one of us, besides Tre, that was taking Jessica's absence seriously.
"Hands off my fiance, Armstrong. The Dirnt is mine," Henderson ordered, rushing into the kitchen and snatching her sunglasses off the table. She grabbed Mike and quickly kissed him as Billie looked away, pretending to be disgusted.
"I don't care. Kate's a jillion times better kisser, anyway," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay, this is getting disturbing. Billie, stop pretending you're in love with Mike," I groaned, slamming my head back onto the counter.
"Jealous," Billie whispered matter-of-factly. I kicked his shin and he yelped.

"Oh, shut up, you big baby. Are you sure you're not made of tissue paper?" I teased, lifting my head up. By then, Billie was holding his leg as he jumped up and down, swearing that something was broken. He's such a hypochondriac. Mike snickered as Billie continued to whine and moan about his shin being fractured. I was about to make another comment about him being a wimp, when my attention had gotten temporarily switched to Henderson. After noticing her outfit in the corner of my eye, I raised my eyebrow. She didn't just wander around the house in low rise jeans, a skin tight black corset, and her new black converses for no reason. "Henderson, why are you dressed like that? Are you going out?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm, uh, going to the grocery store," she said, glancing at the clock.
"Oh, good. We need milk, and my soda seems to have dis-"
"And coffee!" Mike squeaked, interrupting me. "We ran out this morning and I had to drink the rest of Kate's soda." I glared at him.
"Oooh, oooh! Root beer!" added Billie after he had finally stopped hopping around the kitchen. Henderson stared at the three of us, then nodded slowly.
"Okay. Lots of liquids.... I'll be back in a couple hours, bye," she said, walking away. She was acting weird... and Mike seemed to notice also. He quickly followed her out, asking her a million questions. "Why can't I go with you?" being the most desperately asked.
I sighed and immediately winced after realizing what I'd done. Any minute Billie was going to ask m-
"What's wrong?" Billie asked, concerned. Told ya....
"Nothing..." I really needed to learn not to sigh in front of him.
"Jessica will be back, don't worry," he said reassuringly. I nodded.
"Poor Tre," I whispered. Billie wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I think I'm going to make him a sandwhich...."

*raises eyebrow* A sandwhich? (Kate: Yes, a sandwhich.) Okaaaay. And is Henderson really going to the grocery store?(Henderson: Yes...*shifts eyes*)(Kate: *whistles*)(Billie: She better go, I really want root beer...)(Kate: *rolls eyes*)
Five minutes later, I walked upstairs and knocked on Tre's door. After the third knock, and no answer, I sighed.
"Tre, it's Kate. Can I come in?"
I heard a faint, "Fine," and turned the doorknob. Tre was laying in bed, hugging a pillow. He was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was more of mess than it normally was. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, setting down the sandwhich I had brought him.
"I brought you lunch," I said, gesturing to the plate. He glanced at it and sighed.
"No thank you," he mumbled hoarsely.
"Tre, you've barely eaten anything in three days. You need to eat. Please?"
"Okay, fine," he nodded and slowly picked up the sandwhich, taking a bite. "Where could she be?" he asked quietly as he took another bite.
"I have no idea. I tried, and I can't think of anywhere."
"She told me she quit," he whispered, his voice cracking a little.
"I know. I can't believe she would do this to us. Especially to you." I felt so bad for him.
"You think she's out there right now, doing it again?"
"I-don't worry, Tre, she'll be back soon. She's probably just out thinking," I tried to reassure him, and myself, but it didn't sound too convincing.
"You and Henderson are really shitty liars," he smiled weakly.
"Sorry...."
"It's okay. But we need to find her...before there's nothing to find," he muttered sadly.
"Well, you wouldn't happen to know Jessica's maiden name, would you?" I asked, biting my lip. "It might help us find her...."
He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was an uncertain, "Uh...." then his eyes widened slightly in realization. "No, I don't.... I can't believe I don't know it, but wouldn't it be on our marriage certificate?"
"Yeah, it would. Where is it?" He scratched his head and glanced around the room. I sighed. "You don't know where it is, do you?"
"It's somewhere in here...." he shrugged, biting his lip. I turned around, staring in disbelief at the disaster that was once Tre and Jessica's room. I groaned. How two people could make this much of a mess was beyond me. "I could try looking for it," he offered after noticing my reaction.
"That would be a good idea," I sighed, slowly nodding my head as I turned back to him. He stood up and started going through one of the many boxes that were sitting next to his bed. He giggled slightly as he threw a snorkel behind him. It landed across the room in a pile of other random items. I started to wonder why those things were in there, but it all made sense after I remembered whose room it was. And after realizing that, I definitely didn't want to know why he was snickering when he pulled out a dog collar....
"So...how was the erm... honeymoon?" he asked, trying to fill the silence as he continued to go through boxes.
I smiled. "It was...nice. I kinda wanted to stay at the wedding a little longer, though. Did everyone get along after Billie and I left?"
"Yeah. Ollie complained a little about Billie leaving like he did, but no one else seemed to care... except Tunny, he was a little upset...." he sighed. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened after hearing that name. I had tried so hard to forget him... and now my brother was just casually adding him into our conversation. What the hell?
"What?" I whispered, hoping I had heard him wrong.
"Oh, yeah, Tunny was as at your wedding. Jimmy too. They talked to Henderson. Me and Jessica watched the whole thing," he explained as I stared at him. Well, that explained the feeling I had that someone was watching me... But at my own fucking wedding?! That's when he decided to show up?!
"How could I have missed them?" I asked myself quietly.
"Well, you are pretty oblivious to things," Tre muttered matter-of-factly.
"What? I am not! How could you say that?!" I gaped at him. How dare he say I'm oblivious to things, when he was the one who had no idea what his wife was doing all this time. Who knows how long she had been doing it. He had just found the marks on her arm a couple days ago.... She could have been doing it behind our backs the entire time she had been with us. "That is not true...."
"Yes, it is true. Seriously, how long are you going to ignore your constant morning sickness, Kate?" he asked, turning around to face me with raised eyebrows. "Huh? Do you think it's normal for people to throw up every morning for no reason? Are you just going to convince yourself it's just some kind of flu?"
"Wait, what does this have to do with anything? What are you getting at?" I asked, confused.
"What I'm getting at is, have you ever considered the fact that you might be pregnant?"
"No, no, no, no. There is no way that I'm...." I trailed off, not even able to say the word. "No," I said firmly. I didn't care how much it looked like it, I was not pregnant. I refused to be.
"Fine, you're not. It was just a suggestion. You know that, right?" I wasn't listening to him, but he continued to talk anyway. I was busy fighting a panic attack.

I looked down at my stomach and blinked, horrified. "Fucktard?"
"Kate..." Tre said hesitantly. He sounded like he was trying to keep me from freaking out and killing him. Hah, too late for that. But I wasn't going to kill him, I had another person in mind....
"BILLIE JOE FUCKING ARMSTRONG, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!"

Uh oh...is she really going to kill Billie? (Henderson: *shrugs* Maaaaybe.)(Kate: I hate Fucktard....) Fucktard? (Henderson: Kate's daughter....) Ah....*runs off to protect Billie*
... boo!