Childhood Sweetheart Punks, chapter 4
Billie Joe looked down at Becci tenderly as she tossed and turned in his arms. Then her face took on a terrified expression, and he watched her with worry as she murmured: 'Billie.... no....'
****The car sped along the seemingly empty highway, Becci laughing delightedly as the wind whipped through her hair. She looked at the back of Billie Joe's head as he checked the mirror, and leant against him as he wrapped an arm around her. 'Love you,' she whispered contentedly. He whispered back: 'Would you die for me tonight?' Puzzled by his line of questioning, Becci stared at him and nonetheless answered: 'I would.' It was then that he turned to her, and Becci screamed when she saw his face. The flesh upon it was melting away before her eyes, and he smiled evilly at her, a wicked skulls head grin as he yelled over the roar of the engine as he sped up: 'Then baby, join me in death!!!' With that he drove the car at an impossibly high speed, and Becci was still screaming as they pitched off the cliff and fell, fell, fell...****
Becci jolted out of the nightmare and screamed; gasping for air and afraid; only to find herself being closely scrutinised. She shot straight up in bed, panicking, and it wasn't until Billie Joe touched her gently on the hand that she remembered what had happened that night. The nightmare continued to haunt her horribly, and she couldn't think, couldn't move.... she was just frozen, caught up in the aftermath of images that washed over her so fast she couldn't control them. Billie Joe tried to wrap an arm around her, but she edged away from him, truly enmeshed in the terror that she had felt as they had pitched off the cliff.
She curled up in the corner of her large bed, reaching for the edge of the covers and pulling them close around her, a barrier between her and the outside world that nothing could take away. She shuddered uncontrollably, and couldn't look at anything around her for long, her eyes flitting wildly about as the panic overwhelmed her.
Billie Joe reached a hand out to touch her, but she only flinched away as if his skin would burn hers if it made contact. Billie Joe was beginning to worry, but he called her name in a soft voice: 'Becci, it's me. You're okay.' Eventually she seemed to come back into focus, her eyes fluttering around one last time before coming to rest on Billie Joe. He leaned towards her cautiously, and scooped her into his arms as she began to take long, shaky breaths, seeming scared of what had happened.
As he stroked her back tenderly, he felt some of the tension ebb away from her body, until all of a sudden she went totally limp and leaned against him, quiet tears streaming down her face. He held her tight against his chest, and played with a small strand of her hair as she sobbed, stifling the sound she was making by pressing her face into his shoulder. He felt helpless, useless--all that he could do was sit there holding her. He knew that whispering empty platitudes like anyone else would was pointless, so all that escaped his lips for some minutes was: 'It's all right babe, I've got you safe, and I'll keep you.'
When she had let all of her tears out, Billie Joe pressed her gently for what had happened. With her throat catching slightly on certain parts, she haltingly described the nightmare to him. When she was done, she looked to be on the verge of tears again. Billie Joe looked at her in shock and sympathy, and murmured: 'Oh babe...' before taking her into his arms. She hugged him back, and said: 'I'm okay. I've got you, so I'm okay.' She seemed to be trying to reassure herself as well as Billie Joe, and it didn't take Einstein's little brother to work out that the dream had more or less scared her shitless.
She settled back down in bed eventually, Billie Joe's arms still around her. Sensing that she finally felt at ease again, a small idea began to grow in the back of Billie Joe's mind. When it was finally fully formed, he gave an unusually wicked grin and turned on his side to look at her. He really studied her closely until a small blush crept up her cheeks as she said: 'Um.... Billie, why on earth are you looking at me like you're about to eat me or something?' His grin grew, and she caught the small glint in his eye as he continued to stare at her.
'Billie, what are you up to?' He feigned a look of innocence and said: 'Now babe, I'm hurt that you're so suspicious around me. Don't you trust me?' Slowly Becci nodded her head, and Billie's grin returned in full power, before he laughed and said: 'More fool you!' She raised an eyebrow in question, but never got an answer because in that one pause, Billie Joe had pounced on her and started to tickle her mercilessly. She shrieked with laughter, trying to get away from the fingers poking her in the ribs. 'Billie, quit it!' She reached to tickle him back, but then he knocked her hands away and said: 'Doesn't work on me love, I'm not ticklish!' and continued to torture her.
Finally, breathless and laughing, they fell out of the bed and landed with a thud. Before she had a chance to even recover from the fall, Billie had Becci pinned, with no way to escape. His smirk as he looked down at her was almost predatory, and it made her shiver deliciously as she saw the obvious desire in his dark emerald eyes. They flashed brightly as they caught the light, and Becci felt trapped in them quite willingly as they held their eye contact.
Then he smirked even more widely, and said: 'Now you can't move, and you've got me more or less lying on top of you. What on earth will you do?' Unbeknownst to Billie Joe, Becci's fingers had been inching slowly towards the jug and glass of water she kept down by the side of her bed in case she wanted a drink during the night. Now, she grasped her hand around the handle, and said, her eyes never leaving Billie Joe's face, a seductive grin painting her own lips: 'Oh, I don't know...get wet, maybe?' Billie Joe grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss. As she kissed him back, her arm snuck up over his head, and she counted to three silently while concentrating on the taste of Billie's Joe's lips, the delicious scent emanating from him.
3....2....1....
'ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' Becci died of laughter as a very indignant, absolutely soaking wet Billie Joe wrenched his lips from hers as the cold water was poured without mercy over his head. She shoved him off her, and made a break for the door, legging it out onto the landing. Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on Billie's reflexes, and within seconds he had grabbed the glass of water left and rugby tackled her from behind, pouring the water straight over her top, which she had changed for comfort at some point during the night. It was a pale blue camisole, and unfortunately it had a habit of going see-through when wet.
'AHHHH BILLIE YOU SOD!!!' screeched Becci as she struggled again--however, there was no escape this time. She kept wriggling and sulking, until finally Billie had had his share of amusement watching her fume. He planted his lips over hers, silencing her extremely effectively once again. Things were just starting to heat up slightly, which is why they never heard the approaching footsteps.
They only came to when a yell of: 'Oh my fuckin' God!' disturbed them. Becci blushed incredibly as her room-mate took in their position with one eyebrow raised and a very irritating smirk upon her face. She then realised how she must look: a guy laying on top of her, them making out in the hallway when Billie only had his boxers on--but most of all, the fact that they were both soaking through, panting, and her top was going see through.
'Ummmm.... hi?' said Becci. Sophie appraised the situation once more, grinned at her room-mate and said: 'Hi indeed. Looks like someone had a good night AND a good morning. You do know that it's only eleven?' Becci blushed red and groaned as Billie Joe opened his mouth to explain exactly what had gone on. She silenced him the only way she knew how: by kissing him. It worked well as usual, and when they finally broke apart, she shoved him off her and walked over to Sophie, who was still smirking uncontrollably. 'Jesus guys, I thought that there was a reason bedrooms were invented!'
'Soph...' growled Becci, not missing the innuendo. Sophie smiled innocently, and, with a look that Becci swore she had copied off Billie Joe, said: 'No idea what you're talking about. Besides, I had my own fair share of fun last night.' With that, she winked subty and indicated her own attire. Although Becci hadn't spotted it before, she was wearing an oversized black shirt, which was clearly a guy's, and rolled up at the sleeves since it was huge on her petite 5"3 frame.
Now it was Becci's turn to raise an eyebrow. Sophie rolled her eyes and said: 'Oh please, like you're such a virgin. That little display I just witnessed too obviously proves the contrary.' Pleased by Billie Joe's laugh at her comment and Becci's slight giggle, Sophie turned around and walked back into her room, calling over her shoulder: 'Take a tip from me--a morning shower is always best when it's shared.' With that, she was gone, locked back in her room with whoever was in there with her.
Now that her room-mate was out of the way, Becci turned to Billie Joe, hands on hips and trying to look stern. 'If you think you're getting any after that, you've got another thing coming, i.e. a slap.' Billie Joe grinned shamelessly, and purred in her ear while wrapping his arms around her waist: 'I'd be careful if I were you....I might like it if you place it strategically enough.' Becci smacked his hands away, and smirked at the crest-fallen look on his face. 'I think I'm getting to be a bad influence on you,' he grumbled, sulking good-naturedly.
Becci's smirk only got bigger, and she said: 'Damn straight, babe. Now get your insanely well shaped arse in the shower before I am forced to throw you in there.' Billie Joe grinned and said: 'Didn't you hear what Sophie said? Always better for two....' He was diverted by the glare that Becci directed at him playfully, and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
'Okay, okay, I'm going! Don't say I didn't offer though!'
****The car sped along the seemingly empty highway, Becci laughing delightedly as the wind whipped through her hair. She looked at the back of Billie Joe's head as he checked the mirror, and leant against him as he wrapped an arm around her. 'Love you,' she whispered contentedly. He whispered back: 'Would you die for me tonight?' Puzzled by his line of questioning, Becci stared at him and nonetheless answered: 'I would.' It was then that he turned to her, and Becci screamed when she saw his face. The flesh upon it was melting away before her eyes, and he smiled evilly at her, a wicked skulls head grin as he yelled over the roar of the engine as he sped up: 'Then baby, join me in death!!!' With that he drove the car at an impossibly high speed, and Becci was still screaming as they pitched off the cliff and fell, fell, fell...****
Becci jolted out of the nightmare and screamed; gasping for air and afraid; only to find herself being closely scrutinised. She shot straight up in bed, panicking, and it wasn't until Billie Joe touched her gently on the hand that she remembered what had happened that night. The nightmare continued to haunt her horribly, and she couldn't think, couldn't move.... she was just frozen, caught up in the aftermath of images that washed over her so fast she couldn't control them. Billie Joe tried to wrap an arm around her, but she edged away from him, truly enmeshed in the terror that she had felt as they had pitched off the cliff.
She curled up in the corner of her large bed, reaching for the edge of the covers and pulling them close around her, a barrier between her and the outside world that nothing could take away. She shuddered uncontrollably, and couldn't look at anything around her for long, her eyes flitting wildly about as the panic overwhelmed her.
Billie Joe reached a hand out to touch her, but she only flinched away as if his skin would burn hers if it made contact. Billie Joe was beginning to worry, but he called her name in a soft voice: 'Becci, it's me. You're okay.' Eventually she seemed to come back into focus, her eyes fluttering around one last time before coming to rest on Billie Joe. He leaned towards her cautiously, and scooped her into his arms as she began to take long, shaky breaths, seeming scared of what had happened.
As he stroked her back tenderly, he felt some of the tension ebb away from her body, until all of a sudden she went totally limp and leaned against him, quiet tears streaming down her face. He held her tight against his chest, and played with a small strand of her hair as she sobbed, stifling the sound she was making by pressing her face into his shoulder. He felt helpless, useless--all that he could do was sit there holding her. He knew that whispering empty platitudes like anyone else would was pointless, so all that escaped his lips for some minutes was: 'It's all right babe, I've got you safe, and I'll keep you.'
When she had let all of her tears out, Billie Joe pressed her gently for what had happened. With her throat catching slightly on certain parts, she haltingly described the nightmare to him. When she was done, she looked to be on the verge of tears again. Billie Joe looked at her in shock and sympathy, and murmured: 'Oh babe...' before taking her into his arms. She hugged him back, and said: 'I'm okay. I've got you, so I'm okay.' She seemed to be trying to reassure herself as well as Billie Joe, and it didn't take Einstein's little brother to work out that the dream had more or less scared her shitless.
She settled back down in bed eventually, Billie Joe's arms still around her. Sensing that she finally felt at ease again, a small idea began to grow in the back of Billie Joe's mind. When it was finally fully formed, he gave an unusually wicked grin and turned on his side to look at her. He really studied her closely until a small blush crept up her cheeks as she said: 'Um.... Billie, why on earth are you looking at me like you're about to eat me or something?' His grin grew, and she caught the small glint in his eye as he continued to stare at her.
'Billie, what are you up to?' He feigned a look of innocence and said: 'Now babe, I'm hurt that you're so suspicious around me. Don't you trust me?' Slowly Becci nodded her head, and Billie's grin returned in full power, before he laughed and said: 'More fool you!' She raised an eyebrow in question, but never got an answer because in that one pause, Billie Joe had pounced on her and started to tickle her mercilessly. She shrieked with laughter, trying to get away from the fingers poking her in the ribs. 'Billie, quit it!' She reached to tickle him back, but then he knocked her hands away and said: 'Doesn't work on me love, I'm not ticklish!' and continued to torture her.
Finally, breathless and laughing, they fell out of the bed and landed with a thud. Before she had a chance to even recover from the fall, Billie had Becci pinned, with no way to escape. His smirk as he looked down at her was almost predatory, and it made her shiver deliciously as she saw the obvious desire in his dark emerald eyes. They flashed brightly as they caught the light, and Becci felt trapped in them quite willingly as they held their eye contact.
Then he smirked even more widely, and said: 'Now you can't move, and you've got me more or less lying on top of you. What on earth will you do?' Unbeknownst to Billie Joe, Becci's fingers had been inching slowly towards the jug and glass of water she kept down by the side of her bed in case she wanted a drink during the night. Now, she grasped her hand around the handle, and said, her eyes never leaving Billie Joe's face, a seductive grin painting her own lips: 'Oh, I don't know...get wet, maybe?' Billie Joe grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss. As she kissed him back, her arm snuck up over his head, and she counted to three silently while concentrating on the taste of Billie's Joe's lips, the delicious scent emanating from him.
3....2....1....
'ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' Becci died of laughter as a very indignant, absolutely soaking wet Billie Joe wrenched his lips from hers as the cold water was poured without mercy over his head. She shoved him off her, and made a break for the door, legging it out onto the landing. Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on Billie's reflexes, and within seconds he had grabbed the glass of water left and rugby tackled her from behind, pouring the water straight over her top, which she had changed for comfort at some point during the night. It was a pale blue camisole, and unfortunately it had a habit of going see-through when wet.
'AHHHH BILLIE YOU SOD!!!' screeched Becci as she struggled again--however, there was no escape this time. She kept wriggling and sulking, until finally Billie had had his share of amusement watching her fume. He planted his lips over hers, silencing her extremely effectively once again. Things were just starting to heat up slightly, which is why they never heard the approaching footsteps.
They only came to when a yell of: 'Oh my fuckin' God!' disturbed them. Becci blushed incredibly as her room-mate took in their position with one eyebrow raised and a very irritating smirk upon her face. She then realised how she must look: a guy laying on top of her, them making out in the hallway when Billie only had his boxers on--but most of all, the fact that they were both soaking through, panting, and her top was going see through.
'Ummmm.... hi?' said Becci. Sophie appraised the situation once more, grinned at her room-mate and said: 'Hi indeed. Looks like someone had a good night AND a good morning. You do know that it's only eleven?' Becci blushed red and groaned as Billie Joe opened his mouth to explain exactly what had gone on. She silenced him the only way she knew how: by kissing him. It worked well as usual, and when they finally broke apart, she shoved him off her and walked over to Sophie, who was still smirking uncontrollably. 'Jesus guys, I thought that there was a reason bedrooms were invented!'
'Soph...' growled Becci, not missing the innuendo. Sophie smiled innocently, and, with a look that Becci swore she had copied off Billie Joe, said: 'No idea what you're talking about. Besides, I had my own fair share of fun last night.' With that, she winked subty and indicated her own attire. Although Becci hadn't spotted it before, she was wearing an oversized black shirt, which was clearly a guy's, and rolled up at the sleeves since it was huge on her petite 5"3 frame.
Now it was Becci's turn to raise an eyebrow. Sophie rolled her eyes and said: 'Oh please, like you're such a virgin. That little display I just witnessed too obviously proves the contrary.' Pleased by Billie Joe's laugh at her comment and Becci's slight giggle, Sophie turned around and walked back into her room, calling over her shoulder: 'Take a tip from me--a morning shower is always best when it's shared.' With that, she was gone, locked back in her room with whoever was in there with her.
Now that her room-mate was out of the way, Becci turned to Billie Joe, hands on hips and trying to look stern. 'If you think you're getting any after that, you've got another thing coming, i.e. a slap.' Billie Joe grinned shamelessly, and purred in her ear while wrapping his arms around her waist: 'I'd be careful if I were you....I might like it if you place it strategically enough.' Becci smacked his hands away, and smirked at the crest-fallen look on his face. 'I think I'm getting to be a bad influence on you,' he grumbled, sulking good-naturedly.
Becci's smirk only got bigger, and she said: 'Damn straight, babe. Now get your insanely well shaped arse in the shower before I am forced to throw you in there.' Billie Joe grinned and said: 'Didn't you hear what Sophie said? Always better for two....' He was diverted by the glare that Becci directed at him playfully, and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
'Okay, okay, I'm going! Don't say I didn't offer though!'
