Childhood Sweetheart Punks, chapter 3
After the two of them broke apart, breathless from their kiss, Becci threw her arms around Billie Joe again and yelled happily: 'What the hell are you doing here?! I thought that you were on tour!' Looking somewhat refreshed, and a lot happier than he had upon his initial arrival, Billie Joe gave her a genuine, dazzling grin; and said: 'We've got a week off due to being overworked and exhausted, not to mention miserable. We cut a new deal with our management--we can't play for eight straight weeks in a row without a single break, it's just mental. So we have to have a week off every three weeks minimum to recharge and make sure that we can actually play decent.'
Becci smiled and said: 'That makes sense.' Then she frowned, and said: 'Not that I'm not completely overjoyed to see you darlin', but what are you doing here? Your gig in Ohio only ended...... fuck me, it only ended about 13 hours ago!' Her shock was obvious, and Billie Joe's grin faded slightly, and his eyes grew serious, turning a darker green than usual but still looking equally as stunning.
'I left straight from the gig to the airport and got on the flight. I haven't slept for a good two days, but every second was worth it just so I could be here with you. And I plan to stick around for a while.' Becci was touched by his devotion, and kissed him gently again, trying to let him know that she couldn't find the words for how much this meant to her. He of course understood and took her into his arms and held her quietly. Then he pulled away, stepped back and looked at her; suddenly flashing his characteristic cheeky smirk as he eyed her.
It was then that Becci realised that she was still wearing her 'Punk is dead' nightshirt with her loose black pyjama bottoms. She blushed instinctively, and said: 'I'll be back--I better go and change.' She made as if to run upstairs, thoroughly embarassed, but Billie Joe caught her wrist and brought her spinning back into his arms. He looked down at her, and said, smiling: 'You don't need to be shy around me. You look lovely whether you're in pyjamas or your jeans....... or other alternatives.' Becci chose to ignore the suggestive tone of his voice and said: 'Yeah, but I'm not comfortable. Let me make you a coffee or something, you seriously look like you could use it.'
She bustled over to the kettle and began to boil the water, while Billie Joe watched her with an affectionate look upon his face. The softness that crossed his normally pronounced and defined features was amazing, and his eyes followed Becci's form as she began to make the coffee. The spell was broken however by the evil object known as the kettle, which spilled scalding hot water straight onto Becci's bare arm.
'OW YOU FUCKER!!!' she screeched in pain, in shock from the burning sensation coursing over her skin. She began to shake uncontrollably, and Billie ran over to her and rushed her over to the sink, sticking her arm straight under the cold tap. He asked her, concerned: 'Are you okay babe? That looked really painful.' She nodded and replied: 'It was just the shock more than anything I think. Sorry, didn't mean to screech so loudly. I guess I better get ready for college in a bit.'
It was then that she caught the odd look that Billie Joe was giving her, and the traces of a grin that he was unsuccessfully trying to suppress. 'What?' she said, pouting slightly. He eyed her hungrily for a second, and then proceeded to grin cheekily as he replied: 'Love, you do realise that it is 2am, and also a Saturday?' Becci blushed red as Billie Joe roared with laughter at her little mistake. After a few minutes, she smacked him lightly on the arm and said: 'Any more of that, mister, and you're sleeping on the couch!' She then realised that she had said too much, and began to babble, trying to ignore Billie Joe's raised eyebrow and the lasciviously appealing smirk that had begun to paint itself upon his deliciously full lips once more. 'Of course, you were sleeping on the couch anyway if you were staying here I guess; although you could stay in with me.... no bad! Unless you have a hotel room....'
Perceiving that she working herself into a real frazzle about letting that slip, Billie Joe decided to try and head her off early before she really started to panic. 'Love, relax, honestly....' he said. She continued to babble, clearly still very much panicking, and then he thought of a better way to silence her. Without warning, he swept her back into his arms and planted his lips over hers. This method, he soon found, was both very effective and worked out nicely for the both of them.
Finally, he broke away and said: 'Love, I respect you; and so whatever you say goes with regards to sleeping arrangements, all right?' She nodded, apparently having calmed down somewhat. Then she said, giving an unusually flirtatious grin: 'Well, move your ass then! I don't know about you, but I'm knackered, and I won't be fit to stand for much longer unless I get some sleep. I'd imagine that you're far worse being as you have the whole jet-lag issue as well.' She started to make her way up the stairs, and looked back to see that Billie had sat down on the couch and closed his eyes slightly.
She rolled her eyes, and went and seated herself in his lap momentarily, keeping him awake long enough for her to say: 'Honestly Billie Joe, move your ass up the stairs already before I kick it up there. Capiche?' Knowing that Becci was not to be messed with when she was in this kind of mood, Billie simply nodded groggily and followed her up the stairs. They walked into her room, and she said, quietly: 'Get in and go to sleep,' indicating the large double bed. Billie's sleep clouded eyes opened slightly wider as he noted the sleeping arrangements, and as he turned to protest that he would be fine on the sofa, Becci placed a finger over his lips, gave him a warning yet affectionate glare and said, firmly: 'I don't want to hear it. Get in and go to sleep, no room for negotiation.'
He followed her direction, and wrapped his arms around her as she climbed in next to him. 'Goodnight babe,' he said, drowsily before falling straight to sleep. Becci gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before falling asleep herself, wondering what the morning would bring.
Becci smiled and said: 'That makes sense.' Then she frowned, and said: 'Not that I'm not completely overjoyed to see you darlin', but what are you doing here? Your gig in Ohio only ended...... fuck me, it only ended about 13 hours ago!' Her shock was obvious, and Billie Joe's grin faded slightly, and his eyes grew serious, turning a darker green than usual but still looking equally as stunning.
'I left straight from the gig to the airport and got on the flight. I haven't slept for a good two days, but every second was worth it just so I could be here with you. And I plan to stick around for a while.' Becci was touched by his devotion, and kissed him gently again, trying to let him know that she couldn't find the words for how much this meant to her. He of course understood and took her into his arms and held her quietly. Then he pulled away, stepped back and looked at her; suddenly flashing his characteristic cheeky smirk as he eyed her.
It was then that Becci realised that she was still wearing her 'Punk is dead' nightshirt with her loose black pyjama bottoms. She blushed instinctively, and said: 'I'll be back--I better go and change.' She made as if to run upstairs, thoroughly embarassed, but Billie Joe caught her wrist and brought her spinning back into his arms. He looked down at her, and said, smiling: 'You don't need to be shy around me. You look lovely whether you're in pyjamas or your jeans....... or other alternatives.' Becci chose to ignore the suggestive tone of his voice and said: 'Yeah, but I'm not comfortable. Let me make you a coffee or something, you seriously look like you could use it.'
She bustled over to the kettle and began to boil the water, while Billie Joe watched her with an affectionate look upon his face. The softness that crossed his normally pronounced and defined features was amazing, and his eyes followed Becci's form as she began to make the coffee. The spell was broken however by the evil object known as the kettle, which spilled scalding hot water straight onto Becci's bare arm.
'OW YOU FUCKER!!!' she screeched in pain, in shock from the burning sensation coursing over her skin. She began to shake uncontrollably, and Billie ran over to her and rushed her over to the sink, sticking her arm straight under the cold tap. He asked her, concerned: 'Are you okay babe? That looked really painful.' She nodded and replied: 'It was just the shock more than anything I think. Sorry, didn't mean to screech so loudly. I guess I better get ready for college in a bit.'
It was then that she caught the odd look that Billie Joe was giving her, and the traces of a grin that he was unsuccessfully trying to suppress. 'What?' she said, pouting slightly. He eyed her hungrily for a second, and then proceeded to grin cheekily as he replied: 'Love, you do realise that it is 2am, and also a Saturday?' Becci blushed red as Billie Joe roared with laughter at her little mistake. After a few minutes, she smacked him lightly on the arm and said: 'Any more of that, mister, and you're sleeping on the couch!' She then realised that she had said too much, and began to babble, trying to ignore Billie Joe's raised eyebrow and the lasciviously appealing smirk that had begun to paint itself upon his deliciously full lips once more. 'Of course, you were sleeping on the couch anyway if you were staying here I guess; although you could stay in with me.... no bad! Unless you have a hotel room....'
Perceiving that she working herself into a real frazzle about letting that slip, Billie Joe decided to try and head her off early before she really started to panic. 'Love, relax, honestly....' he said. She continued to babble, clearly still very much panicking, and then he thought of a better way to silence her. Without warning, he swept her back into his arms and planted his lips over hers. This method, he soon found, was both very effective and worked out nicely for the both of them.
Finally, he broke away and said: 'Love, I respect you; and so whatever you say goes with regards to sleeping arrangements, all right?' She nodded, apparently having calmed down somewhat. Then she said, giving an unusually flirtatious grin: 'Well, move your ass then! I don't know about you, but I'm knackered, and I won't be fit to stand for much longer unless I get some sleep. I'd imagine that you're far worse being as you have the whole jet-lag issue as well.' She started to make her way up the stairs, and looked back to see that Billie had sat down on the couch and closed his eyes slightly.
She rolled her eyes, and went and seated herself in his lap momentarily, keeping him awake long enough for her to say: 'Honestly Billie Joe, move your ass up the stairs already before I kick it up there. Capiche?' Knowing that Becci was not to be messed with when she was in this kind of mood, Billie simply nodded groggily and followed her up the stairs. They walked into her room, and she said, quietly: 'Get in and go to sleep,' indicating the large double bed. Billie's sleep clouded eyes opened slightly wider as he noted the sleeping arrangements, and as he turned to protest that he would be fine on the sofa, Becci placed a finger over his lips, gave him a warning yet affectionate glare and said, firmly: 'I don't want to hear it. Get in and go to sleep, no room for negotiation.'
He followed her direction, and wrapped his arms around her as she climbed in next to him. 'Goodnight babe,' he said, drowsily before falling straight to sleep. Becci gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before falling asleep herself, wondering what the morning would bring.
