A note don't come easy.
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| Wiglton Elleson Jackass  Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 1037 | shy girl: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! yeah, seriosly.. we get pretty in to this shit.. I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOU MISS HUBBIE!!!! |
| Wiglton Elleson Jackass Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 1037 | Wiglton Elleson: ahh.. i did.. i beat her.. i did it.. *goes to sleep* |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days  Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | shy girl:  Im gonna go check now, ahvent been on for 3 days..... |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | Here's the first soundtrack to the story. The other one is in the process of being made. If any of you want to ask what relevance the songs have to the story, or what parts of the story, or lyrics...then ask away.  |
| Wiglton Elleson Jackass Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 1037 | billie_joe_fit: i like it! i dont think i've heard them all, but some, i like! and yay! new ava thingy! |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | Wiglton Elleson: Oh yes. New ava.  Soundtrack numba 2 on the way soon. |
| amistad. Addict  Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 14389  | I loved the newest chapter Daddy! Can't wait for more. Oh and the soundtrack rules. |
| Tash. Jackass  Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1545 | Stef, I read your story, and it's my favourite story I've read! I think it's awesome <3 |
| amistad. Addict Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 14389 | xTashax: I agree. |
| Revenge_o Geek Age: - Gender: - Posts: 191 | |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | meZkat_: You cant see the story???? Heres the link to part 48. http://www.geekstinkbreath.net/fan/story/184/47/ |
| Tash. Jackass Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 1545 | I can see it I re-read it lol |
| Revenge_o Geek Age: - Gender: - Posts: 191 | billie_joe_fit: thanks but its the school net that doesn't let me read it and i don't have the net at home any more |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | meZkat_: Ok, fair enough. Well here's part 48 posted for you. A Note Don't Come Easy - Part 48. Billie Joe woke the next morning to find Adrienne not next to him in bed. Wondering for a second whether she had actually come back from her evening from the night before. But then he remembered her curling up beside him at some point, and feeling both incredibly guilty and heartbroken. Now was the time when he was the most confused about what he wanted. He loved me, he felt like we both belong together. But Adrienne had given him everything that he had ever wanted. A good stable marriage, two adoring sons, her love, a happy home, and the support he had always needed. But he couldn't choose. He thought about breaking up with me, but the thought tore his inners out and he knew that that wasn't an option. But he couldn't loose everything he had here, with his family in Oakland. He was going to have to tell Adie... Sometime. Just not yet. He had to think about what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it... And how much she would hate him for it and probably throw him out, then take away his boys and everything he had always had to fall back on, and love. Was I really all worth it? Stepping down stairs in a dressing robe, he walked into the kitchen to find his wife cooking breakfast for him and their sons. "Er," he grumbled rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Where's Mike and the others?" Adrienne looked up from cooking an egg to stare at her husband. "And good morning to you too." He sheepishly looked at her, dipping his head a little before she answered. "Mike's gone down town for a bit of shopping on his own, and Stef and Tre haven't woken up yet." Billie Joe raised his eyebrow at this as he sat down at the table, rubbing his hand over his forehead. "They haven't?" She shook her head. "Mind you, Stef was pretty shattered by the time we got back. Took a bit too much by the glass shall we say. I had to help her up the stairs bless her." Adrienne found it a little amusing, smiling at the thought - but Billie Joe just stared at the table, his heart pounding and the word 'shit' repeating quite a few times over and over in his head. * I stirred a little, fluttering my eyes open and staring straight at the wall, the world around me swaying from side to side a bit. "Urgh... " I groaned to myself as I ached. Closing my eyes again, I sighed, scrunching my nose up as my head throbbed from the sudden movement in my body from lying like dead gone before. Then I felt a pair of hands sway around my waist and someone place themselves up against the back of me, resting their head on my shoulder. My eyes widening as I slowly realized what was happening, I leaned back onto the person who was wrapped so close next to me. "Tre," "Hmmm... " "You're... You're, hugging me." I simply said, trying to look at him from the corner of my eye and over my shoulder. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he released his grip around me, grumbling 'fuck' somewhere amongst the two as he shuffled away from me. "I'm... I'm sorry." He muttered, running his hand through his thick brown hair and pushing it from off of his face. "It's ok, I just... I just thought we'd better not - incase-" "-Yeah-if... Yeah, yeah... " I looked at him as he stared blankly at the duvet, hanging his head and twiddling his thumbs. "You were dreaming weren't you?" I asked, biting the inside of my cheek. "Huh?" "You were dreaming - " "Erm... Yeah." He replied embarrassed, licking his upper lip. " - Of Emma." "What?" He cried out, startled as he looked at me. "You were dreaming of her weren't you? That's why you started hugging me... Like you did. You were dreaming it was her." "Stef, I - " he started, caught off guard. He had been dreaming of Emma, yes. The girl he had met one night after a gig had finished. Just like I was supposed to be now. I could read his thoughts, it was like reading like a book - it was that damn easy. "What actually happened between you and her that night?" I questioned, pouting a little as I watched him stare at the duvet again, flicking the ends of his fingers in an awkward sense of feeling. "Tre--?" * Tre opened up his hotel room, followed closely by Emma. The drummer grinned as he turned on the light, making sure the door was locked before returning to his new prized obsession. He didn't know what it was about her, but god, his trousers certainly knew. "So, this is your place?" Emma asked, looking around the room. Tre shrugged. "Yeah, this is where I hang out." "You don't share a room with the other guys?" "Er, no. Well, sometimes. But this time we managed to get separate rooms. We have to have our own space you know?" "Yeah." "So what do you when you sit all alone?" "Drink, watch some TV, eat... " A lazy smile appeared on his face. "Masturbate... " Emma laughed as Tre edged towards her. Cupping her face he kissed her softly, having been so starved of something like this for so long. He didn't want to talk about what he did when he was alone because he practically did nothing when he was. But now he was with something, all feelings that he had for the person that Billie Joe was now secretly dating had disappeared. He had someone new to concentrate on. And he was grateful, and excited... He had someone of his own. And then before he could think any further about how he was feeling, he had laid her across the bed and they were both stripping. And Tre smiled. Fuck you Billie Joe. Keep Stef. No more being jealous over you. I have someone now. And I can take her out into the public eye as much as I like. And I can kiss her, hold her, hug her... And as their limbs both tangled amongst the bed sheets, all Tre could do was smile. He finally had someone to call his own. And he hadn't felt so happy in long time * "When did all that happen?" I asked, a little unaware at how serious things had been taken between them that night. "Where was I?" "It was... The night Billie Joe told you he wanted to take you back to England. I... I didn't see you for the next couple of days because that's where you went. Nobody, really knows." "Oh." "Yeah. You buggered off to England and I thought - what the hell." "I didn't 'bugger' off Tre, I... I really had no choice." I corrected him. "Yes you did. And while we're at it, what exactly happened back in England?" I looked at him, scowling a little. "Nothing." "Then how come Billie came back with a face that was darker than his moods? How come he was battered to a crisp so much that he couldn't move for days and had to lie about it?" "There was nothing to lie about." "Don't lie about him lying Stef. I know something happened because neither of you mentioned it after you came back." "You never mentioned anything about Emma until now, did you Tre?" He hunched his back, narrowing his eyes at me. "That's... That's different." "How is it?" "Because... It just is ok! Something happened to Billie Joe when he took you back to England and I want to know. I have a right to know. Just like you had the right to know about Emma." "I didn't have the right and I didn't force you. You just openly told me. Ok, I asked you - but you didn't have to answer." I told him, pulling back the duvet and swinging my legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. "He's my friend, Stef. I deserve to know. So does Mike. So does his own God damn wife, but he won't tell either of us. Only you two know what happened, and it's pissing me off that he can't even tell us what happened. Ok, maybe not so much Adie, but there's nothing to hide from his two best friends is there?" Not replying, I slipped on a pair of socks to cover my bare feet and got up from off of the bed, walking towards the door to head downstairs. "I don't have to do this you know." He said coldly, causing me to turn round and look into his eyes. "I could easily go downstairs and tell Adie straight what's been happening. I can ruin everything for you, just like that." I narrowed my eyes at him, biting the inside of my cheek. "You wouldn't do that. You couldn't. Because as much as Billie and I are to be hated, you play just a big enough part in this to be blamed by her too. The fact that you're playing my boyfriend right under her nose is just as bad. You could have stopped this from happening, and all you had to do was disagree to helping us out. If you really wanted shit to break loose so much, you would have said "no" or done something about it by now." And then with that, I walked out and closed the door behind me, leaving Tre inside to stew on my words and calm down from his sudden outburst of anger that he had even scared himself of. * Despite that I wasn't feeling that great, I tried to carry on with the day as normally as I could. Tre was avoiding me; which was going to be obvious. Adie and I talked about last night, and how much of a good time we had had together, making Billie Joe feel relieved. But only for a part of him. The other part was still reeling with the fact that I had spent extra time in the bedroom this morning with Tre, and had came down the stairs looking guilty. The only reason summing up in his mind being the fact that we had been up to something together; the answer to why I was looking guilty. But that wasn't the case. With Tre avoiding me, and the separation from Billie Joe being a strain upon me, I decided that I needed to get out of the house for a bit. And what better thing to do then to tour the small part of Oakland? I had always wanted to go, and check out the place. So now here I was, and that's exactly what I was going to do. But I wasn't going to be alone like I had planned. I had Jakob Armstrong with me. Holding the young boy's hand in mine, we walked down the path away from the Armstrong household, Billie Joe and Adrienne watching from the doorstep. And to see his son bonding with me so well tugged at Billie's heart strings. It only made him yearn for us to have a kid of our own, but it was something he could only dream of, unknown to anyone else. Jakob looked up at me every so often, smiling his cute smile as he held onto my hand, his strawberry blonde hair caught up in the wind. He took me around Oakland, showing me all the different places and site views of the small place, even taking me to Rudie's Can't Fail Café owned by Mike. As we stepped inside, the cold air was shut away, the hot warmth from the café hitting us instantly and making us feel so much better. "Er, you want an ice cream or something?" I asked Jakob, fumbling about my pocket for some loose change. "Ice cream? At Christmas?" He asked, scrunching up his nose and frowning at me. "Erm... Ok. You never had ice cream at Christmas?" "No." "Well, do you want some? Or would you prefer something hot?" Jakob bit his lip subconsciously whilst thinking it over. I looked over the menu, before an idea came across me. "Or, you could have... " * Ten minutes later, Jakob and I walked out of Mike's café, both holding ice creams in our hands coated in chocolate sauce at the top. Since Jakob couldn't decide whether to have either ice cream or something hot to warm him up, I treated him to a bit of both. Going to sit on a bench, we sat wrapped up in our scarves and coats, eating our way through the ice cream. It seemed a bit stupid to be eating ice cream during winter, but it was my treat to him. "Stef, can I ask you a question?" He suddenly piped up. "Yeah sure." I took any bite from my ice cream cone. "Do you really love Tre?" Looking at the boy with he'sitant eyes, I felt my heart beat against my skin like a snare drum. "Of course I do. Why'd you think that?" "Because you never kiss him, that's all." He continued to lick away at his ice cream. "Did you have an argument?" "No." "Mum and dad argue sometimes. I don't like it." Looking at him I felt a pane of sadness for him, because I knew what that was like. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that Jakob. But your parents do love each other you know. No matter what happens, and the bad things they say to each other, it doesn't change what they feel for each other. Even if they say they hate each other, they don't mean it. You can't throw away love." He looked up at me with curious eyes. "Is it like that with you and Tre?" "... Yeah, I guess so." "Did your parents ever argue?" He watched me as I subconsciously bit my tongue, looking at the ground for a moment with the ice cream stationary in my hand. "Yeah." I replied. "But my dad moved out when I was little. But they used to argue a lot still. But I got a step-dad, but I... Erm... Never really, got on with him. We didn't talk much." "Didn't you like him?" "I don't know. Sometimes I think that I was selfish in not trying to work things out with him. But, you can't change the past." "Do you miss you dad?" "I don't know about that either. It's just weird... He left so long ago. And even afterwards when he visited he would make things difficult." I bowed my head in thought as I felt Jakob pat me on the shoulder. "I'm sorry. That's really sad. You must have cried a lot." I smiled at his innocence. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did." "You know," he started, finishing off his ice cream. "If dad ever went away from me, I'd cry a lot. If I ever left my mum and me and my brother, I would be sad." Biting the inside of my cheek in guilt, my heart paned for him. What Billie Joe and I were doing was wrong. And to be fooling them like this was so heartbreaking for me to do. I hated it to the extent that I didn't want to hurt any of them because they were all so nice and didn't deserve it. "I get sad when dad's away." "You do?" He nodded his head. "Yeah. But I don't tell mum." "How come?" I asked, finishing off my own ice cream. "I don't want her to know because then she'll say to dad that he needs to be home more, and I don't want him to stop playing his music." Bless him so much. He was definitely Billie Joe's son. Always keeping his feelings locked away, letting them eat at him. "Well, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here ok?" I told him, nudging him with my elbow. "I'll always try my best to help you, and if you ever need help, just come find me ok?" He nodded, before there was a pause. "And if you want to talk to me about your step dad," he started, looking up at me with a heart warming smile. "I'll try and help you and make you feel better. We'll help each other ok?" "Yeah." I smiled back. "Yeah, ok." * * * * * * * * The next two weeks went by, and the days went on - and no matter how hard I tried to keep the peace, Billie Joe seemed incredibly distant. And it worried me. He and Tre hardly talked, and all I wanted to do was ask Billie what was wrong, and if I had upset him at all. But of course, I couldn't just walk up to him and ask him straight when Adie was around. And it annoyed me. The more I left it, the more it ate at me and drove me insane. Just knowing that something was wrong seemed to drive me away from Tre, because whatever I was doing that was upsetting Billie, it had to no doubt be connected to the fact that I had to act this way around Tre. It was the night before Christmas Eve, and everyone was in bed and asleep in the Armstrong household. It was about two in the morning though, when I felt a light shaking of someone nudging me by the bed. I forcefully opened my eyes, looking around the room to gather my surroundings. "Stef... " Someone whispered, shaking me again with a whimper. "Hmmm...?" I grumbled, looking up to see Jakob standing next to me at the edge of the bed. "Jakob,... What's wrong?" Sitting up I faced the youngest son to Billie Joe, rubbing my eyes tiredly as I did. "Are you ok?" I asked again, yawning. "I... I had... A, a bad dream...." He sobbed, his bottom lip trembling. "About what?" I murmured. "I... About.... And, and he was... " he started, the sobs becoming louder. "He was... " Tre stirred next to me in the bed, making me aware that Jakob's crying was awakening him from his sleep. I didn't want him to wake up. "Shhhh, shhh, shhhh... " I hushed him, putting my hand to his arm. "Come on. Come into the bathroom and you can tell me there. I don't want Tre to wake up." Wiping his eyes, he followed me out of the room as I shifted myself from out of bed, draping the duet back, not to discomfort Tre. Our bare feet padding down the hallway, we entered the main household bathroom, closing the door behind us before turning on the light, careful not to wake anyone up. I turned to face him, and I saw tears streaming down his face - and it tore at my heart. "Jakob, what happened?" I asked, crouching down to his level and looking through his teary eyes. "I had a bad dream... " he whimpered, rubbing his eyes. "And what happened? Did it scare you?" I remembered having dreams at his age, and they never seemed to be nice. Some of them even scared me witless, and I hated it. "It was about dad. I was running with him, away from something. I can't remember what. But... But... It was horrible. They took dad away and I was all on my own. I found mum and Joey, but dad had been taken away. And we looked for him, but he never came when we called out to him." He let out a soft cry as another tear fell. "And when we found him, he was... He was with you." Hearing what Jakob was saying was starting to scare me a little. "And something had taken dad to you, but we don't know what and he could never come back. And... It was horrible... We were all alone... And... And... " he let out another whimper to his cries. "And then you got taken away again, and he managed to escape... But he wasn't happy. And he was always crying, and sad... And then... Then he disappeared... And... And... Then... Then... " Without any warning, he burst out into a fit of sobs, bringing tears to my own eyes. Just to see him this upset made me feel so sad for him, and also a little bit guilty. As I crouched there, holding onto him in a hug for comfort, all I could think about was how freakish his dream had been in the fact that it was almost reality. This 'thing' that had taken Billie Joe away from them was love, and that's why it had brought us both together because we had both been moved by it. And when he had said that Billie could never go back, that too was true. If Adie found out about us, there was no way in which things for him could go back to normal. And it scared the hell out of me. I don't want to break this kid's home. I wasn't a complete bitch. "It's ok Jakob," I assured him. "Nothing's going to take your dad away from you. He loves you and,... And I know for a fact that he misses you a lot. He's always thinking about you and I promise nothing will take him from you like that." Fucking hypocrite Stef. You hypocritical, self-endured, son of a bitch. "Yeah, I know... It... " he stuttered, wiping his eyes. "It just scared me that's all. I thought it was real. I thought dad had gone and it was really sad... " "I know hon." I spoke to him softly. "But it was only a dream." Nodding his head slowly, he wiped away his tears and hugged me once again. "You ok?" "Yeah." He whispered. "Thank you Stef." "Hey, no problem. I wouldn't want you in there upset about it would I?" "I'm sorry I woke you up. But I didn't want to wake mum and dad up. And I knew I could tell you because you said you'd help." "Don't worry about it. I used to have bad dreams all the time when I was little." "Really?" he asked curiously. "What were they like?" "Let's not talk about it now. Maybe some other time, yeah?" He nodded his head. "So, you ready to go back to bed yet." He shook his head as I stood up and looked at him. "Can I watch a DVD?" He asked, scratching his arm. "Er, well, I guess it shouldn't be a problem... " I didn't know what to say - I wasn't the parent in this. I didn't want Jakob to go back to his room and fall upset again. But I also didn't want Billie or Adie getting mad because their son had been up for half of the night watching DVD's. "Will your mum and dad mind?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno... I've done it before with dad, but mum never found out... " "Well, that's a bit different Jakob." "Please Stef." He begged me, his lip trembling a little again. "I don't want to go back to bed yet. I don't want to have another dream." After holding a stare with him for a minute or so, I finally gave in. "Well, ok. But just this once ok?" I told him as he smiled. "I don't want to upset your mum and get you into trouble." Turning off the light in the bathroom, I followed behind him as we crept downstairs into the lounge before almost closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar. "We'll just have to be quiet yeah?" I made sure with him, giving him a look to assure me. He nodded openly, sitting on the couch and make himself comfortable. "Good boy." "Oh, and Stef?" "Yeah?" "Please don't tell dad about what happened in my dream." "Ok, I won't." * Billie Joe woke up on Christmas Eve morning with the light streaming through his eyelids from his bedroom window. Shifting onto his side, he saw that Adie was still asleep - barely awake himself. After a few moments of bringing himself back into the world from his sleep, he pulled back the duvet before climbing out of bed and slipping on some loose black pants and one of his favorite tops - a white 'The Who' T-Shirt that hung loosely on his frame. Creeping downstairs, he decided to go and make a coffee before everyone woke up - giving himself some time to be alone for a bit and think a few things over while it was still quiet and still. And also to make Mike a coffee too, because if the bassist found out that he had had coffee without making him any, he was sure to be hung from his balls in the hallway in doing so. Heading into the kitchen, he ran his hand down his face as he yawned, peeking into the lounge as he did. But he soon stepped back to look into the room again when he saw that the TV was on and the menu selection was playing for Shrek 2. Then he saw the back of my head from behind the sofa. Stepping forward quietly, he leaned to see both of us asleep - Jakob slumped against me with a hand draped onto my arm. The punk rocker smirked at the sight, and it could only bring a smile to his face. It was somewhat a relief to him that something good was coming out from the situation - I was developing a great friendship with his son. Returning to the kitchen, he switched on the kettle after having filled it up with water, and leaned against the counter top by resting on his palms. He thought about the day when he would tell Adie about the truth. The truth of how he was cheating on her, and how he was secretly with me too. He didn't know when that day would be, but no matter how far away it was going to be, it still crept into the front of his mind. Hearing the kettle boiling, I slowly opened my eyes, stretching them to gather my surroundings. I saw Jakob leant against me, and everything came back to mind. Carefully moving him off of me and resting him back onto the cushion of the couch, I got up to stretch before proceeding to see who was up. Walking into the kitchen at a slow pace, I yawned as Billie looked up from staring at the floor in thought. I saw him and smiled, stretching my arms and resting myself against the doorframe. "Hey." He spoke quietly. "Hey." I yawned again. "Is erm, Jakob ok?" He asked awkwardly, wanting to know why we were in the living room asleep whilst Shrek 2 was playing to no one. "Yeah, he just had a bad dream last night and came to find me. He was really upset about it and he didn't want to go back to sleep. So we came down here to watch Shrek." "Yeah, I kinda gathered by the sound of Eddie Murphy's voice of donkey screeching through my house first thing in the morning." He joked. Smirking, we both laughed. "But he's ok though, yeah?" He asked again, a little more serious this time. "Yeah. He's fine." A silence following, I turned to walk out of the room before Billie called out to me. "Stef! Wait... " Turning back round, I watched as he approached me and took my arm, dragging me back into the kitchen. "Come on, Adie's still asleep. I don't want us to be like this." "Be like what Billie?" "Avoiding each other. I hate it, you know. It drives me mad and all I want to do is hold you again, kiss you - feel you against me... It's killing me here." "Me too Billie. But it's hard. I can't say half of the things to you that I want to because of Adrienne." I told him, keeping my voice low. "And I just feel, feel that something's wrong with how you feel. You and Tre hardly talk and it's driving me insane too. What's happened?" "Nothing's happened. I just feel awkward about the whole thing, you know?" He shrugged his shoulders, drawing me in for a hug. "It was your idea Billie Joe." I sighed, resting my head on his chest. "Yeah, I know. And that's why I only have myself to blame. That's why I can't take it out on anyone else. That's why I'm behaving like I am. I'm trying, but I guess I'll just have to try harder." "Hmmm... " There was a pause as he just held onto me for a while. "... Billie?" "Yeah?" "Do you still love me?" He looked at me startled. "Of course I still do Stef. Just because of this, it doesn't mean I love you any less. You don't know how much I've missed you." "I've been here the whole time Billie." I smirked, looking up at him with a smile in which he returned. "Yeah I know. But I miss my dirty little girl who knows how to make me go like a jockey." Licking my lip whilst smiling unconditionally, I raised my eyebrow at him. He smirked as we locked eye contact. "And what do you think it's like for me when I'm missing my 'god-of-fuck? ' " He let out a light laugh. "I dunno. Gagging for it probably." "Exactly." |
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| War That's In My Mind Jackass Age: 37 Gender: Female Posts: 1229 | billie_joe_fit: hows 49 coming? |
| billie_joe_fit King For A Couple Of Days Age: - Gender: - Posts: 3844 | War That's In My Mind: Ok I guess. But because Ive got so much to do like auditions, school production next week and essays - Im so wrapped up I havent been able to write much. Ive done about a page. |
| War That's In My Mind Jackass Age: 37 Gender: Female Posts: 1229 | billie_joe_fit: well dont worry i will wait *waits* i want it now |
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