At the Library, chapter 10
You'd rested your head on Billie Joe's shoulder, and without realizing it, had dozed off. You weren't aware of the pair of emerald orbs watching you, and listening to your shallow breathing. He rested his head atop yours, and closed his eyes. Billie Joe couldn't help but smile to himself, he'd helped out a friend. After not too long, he himself had dozed off. Neither of you were aware, that one Mr. Tre Cool had snuck into the house, and was scheming on a new way to wake you up.
***Third Person***
Tre smiled to himself. He'd wanted to see how Fallyn and Billie Joe were making out with their new living arrangement. Also, he'd thought that a party was in order. Well, actually, he always thought a party was in order, but this time it was for a house-warming, so he actually had an excuse. Tre hadn't bothered to knock, he never did, really.
After the more mischievious band member had walked in, he'd found Billie Joe and Fallyn, asleep, cuddled up on the couch. What else could he do, but scheme? He never had been one to pass up an opportunity to pull a prank on someone. It was just in his nature, one could say. He quietly walked past the two, and into the kitchen. He began opening and closing the cupboards in search of something, when he remembered it would be in the bathroom. He mentally smacked himself in the head, and walked into the bathroom, searching for Billie Joe's shaving cream. He found it, and grinned to himself.
***Your POV***
You suddenly felt something on your face, and sleepily smacked the offending... Whatever it was, with your hand. You noticed that your hand felt... Foamy? You couldn't describe it, but thought of it as nothing. You then felt something tickling your face again, and rubbed your hand where you felt the tingling sensation. That's when you KNEW there was something foamy. You opened one eye, to be faced with a set of bright blue ones, and quiet giggling. You automatically knew, the offending party was none other than Tre Cool.
You glared at him, still unaware that you had shaving cream all over your face. Just then, Billie Joe stirred. You hadn't even realized he was asleep, and leaning on you. Upon closer inspection, you realized that he had shaving cream all over his hair, and you looked down at your hands, which were also covered in it. You immediately knew what Tre had done, and you didn't care if you awoke a still slumbering Billie Joe, you were going to kick Tre's ass. "FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT, YOU'D BETTER START RUNNING, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!" You shouted. Billie Joe woke with a start as you pushed him off of you, and proceeded to lunge off the couch at the drummer.
Tre let out a yelp as you lunged at him, and took off running out the front door. You smirked as you realized that he'd dropped something on the way out the door. You walked up to the discarded bottle of orange soda, and looked at Billie Joe, who was still oblivious to the fact that he was covered in shaving cream. "Do you have any... Feathered pillows?" He just pointed at a lone pillow that sat on the couch. You grabbed it, and tore it open as quickly as you could.
"Fal, what the FUCK are you doing? And why are you covered in shaving cream?" You rolled your eyes at him, and ignored his question. Deciding not to question you, he just sat back, and watched you tear apart his pillow with a bemused expression. You'd managed to get all the feathers out of the pillow, and into a ziplock bag which you found on the floor. Billie Joe noticed you putting the feathers in the bag, and protested. "Hey! That's where I keep my pot!"
You sighed. "Billie, it's a fucking ziplock bag, you can get another." He muttered something, and you rolled your eyes, yet again. You'd finally managed to get everything together, when the offending drummer peeked back in the door.
"You didn't chase me... Or kill me." He pointed out.
You rolled your eyes. "Way to state the obvious." He just smiled at you, cockily. You arched a brow, and lunged forward, tackling him before he could get the chance to run away again. You looked up at Billie Joe, who was now in hysterics, watching the scene in front of him unfold. "Can you toss me that soda?" He grinned at you, and complied. You then opened it up, and dumped it on the drummer, who was now screaming nearly as loud as you did when you were forced to cheerlead. Snickering, you emptied the bag of feathers ontop of where you had dumped the soda, and stood up, as though nothing had happened.
Billie Joe just continued laughing at Tre, until the drummer pointed out that you were not the only one covered in shaving cream. Billie Joe rushed into the bathroom, and let out an annoyed grunt as he realized he was also covered in it. After washing himself off, he walked out of the bathroom and tossed you and Tre a wet washcloth each. You took it gratefully, and wiped the shaving cream off of your face, as Tre did the same.
After the whole commotion, everyone had finally set down, and managed to remain civil. Not that there had ever been any actual real anger, but you had kept feigning being angry with Tre. Like if he would move to sit next to you, you would randomly shout out obscenities at him, which would send the three of you into peels of laughter. "So Tre, what's up?" Billie Joe, finally managed to ask.
Tre, however looked at him, like he'd just said the most idiotic thing ever. "What's up? Dude, we need to have a party."
"You always think we need to have a party." Billie Joe pointed out.
"Well, we always do. And this time, we really really do. Fallyn moved in, so we need to have a house warming party wtih... Beer, and uh... Beer."
At the moment, neither you or Billie Joe really felt like partying though. He was still kind of upset by the comment your mother had made. "Dude, not today."
Tre was about to protest, when Billie Joe cut him off. "I know you're gonna ask why the fuck not. Well I'll tell you why the fuck not. One: I don't have any more MJ. Two: For once, I don't have any fucking alcohol. And Three: I don't have any fucking money to get any alcohol."
Tre sighed heavily, knowing that his friend wasn't going to budge on this. However, it didn't mean he couldn't crack on him. "And Four: You want to be alone with Fal. Ohh, that's right, I know, you want her! Don't deny it!"
You just laughed and rolled your eyes at Tre, while Billie Joe glared at him, and pushed him towards the door. When he got towards it, he opened it, and gave Tre a push. Tre turned around to protest, but Billie Joe gave him another push. "Out."
Tre laughed and walked out, closing the door behind him. Billie Joe turned back to you, and smiled. "So, what do you feel like doing?" You shrugged. At the moment, you had alot on your mind, being as how you'd just left your home, not even 6 hours ago. You were emotionally drained from fighting with your mom, not to mention, you still had a slight headache from your partying the previous night. You were just exhausted, mentally and physically.
"Actually, I'm kinda tired..." Billie Joe just nodded at you. "So Mr. Armstrong, where will I be sleeping?" Just then, a thought hit you. When he'd been speaking to you earlier, he'd said 'bedroom' singular. So what exactly WERE the sleeping arrangements going to be. "And where will you be sleeping?"
He looked at you for a moment, before putting on his cocky smirk. "Bed and bed." He said, dropping his voice to a low whisper that sent chills down your spine.
Your eyes widened. 'Damn it', you thought to yourself. You hated how he could always make you feel nervous at the drop of a hat. "No way. I'll stay on the couch. First of all, I don't trust you." You smirked at him, as you made that comment, before continuing, "and second, I'm not gonna put you out. It's your house Billie, it's nice enough of you to just let me stay here, I can't thank you enough for that, so I'm not gonna have you bothered by me."
He sighed, deeply, and looked you in the eye. "It's your house too, now. It doesn't bother me, not even a little bit." He ran his hand through his long curly hair before he continued, as a thought struck in. "In fact, you staying in my bed could be like a thank you." He grinned, cheekily, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"No sex, Armstrong!" He held his hands up in defense, and laughed.
"I promise I'll behave myself. If you don't feel comfortable in the bed with me, I'll take the couch. But, I didn't think you'd mind, 'cause well, we did fall asleep together last night." He pointed out.
You were not about to let him fall asleep on the couch. You'd feel way too guilty, and he did have a point. "Fine, but you'd BETTER behave yourself."
You rummaged through your bag, and picked out a black wife beater, and a pair of pajama pants with flames on them, and went into the bathroom to change. After you came out, you smiled at Billie Joe, and thanked him one more time, before retreating into his room. Nervously, you crawled into the bed, and closed your eyes. Not long afterwards, you felt sleep start to take you over.
You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you were awoken, by feeling the bed sink down next to you as Billie Joe climbed in. You weren't disturbed however, you were still half asleep. Keeping your eyes closed, you heard Billie Joe faintly whisper a goodnight, before kissing you on the cheek. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, and pull you to him, before sleep engulfed you once again.
***Third Person***
Tre smiled to himself. He'd wanted to see how Fallyn and Billie Joe were making out with their new living arrangement. Also, he'd thought that a party was in order. Well, actually, he always thought a party was in order, but this time it was for a house-warming, so he actually had an excuse. Tre hadn't bothered to knock, he never did, really.
After the more mischievious band member had walked in, he'd found Billie Joe and Fallyn, asleep, cuddled up on the couch. What else could he do, but scheme? He never had been one to pass up an opportunity to pull a prank on someone. It was just in his nature, one could say. He quietly walked past the two, and into the kitchen. He began opening and closing the cupboards in search of something, when he remembered it would be in the bathroom. He mentally smacked himself in the head, and walked into the bathroom, searching for Billie Joe's shaving cream. He found it, and grinned to himself.
***Your POV***
You suddenly felt something on your face, and sleepily smacked the offending... Whatever it was, with your hand. You noticed that your hand felt... Foamy? You couldn't describe it, but thought of it as nothing. You then felt something tickling your face again, and rubbed your hand where you felt the tingling sensation. That's when you KNEW there was something foamy. You opened one eye, to be faced with a set of bright blue ones, and quiet giggling. You automatically knew, the offending party was none other than Tre Cool.
You glared at him, still unaware that you had shaving cream all over your face. Just then, Billie Joe stirred. You hadn't even realized he was asleep, and leaning on you. Upon closer inspection, you realized that he had shaving cream all over his hair, and you looked down at your hands, which were also covered in it. You immediately knew what Tre had done, and you didn't care if you awoke a still slumbering Billie Joe, you were going to kick Tre's ass. "FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT, YOU'D BETTER START RUNNING, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!" You shouted. Billie Joe woke with a start as you pushed him off of you, and proceeded to lunge off the couch at the drummer.
Tre let out a yelp as you lunged at him, and took off running out the front door. You smirked as you realized that he'd dropped something on the way out the door. You walked up to the discarded bottle of orange soda, and looked at Billie Joe, who was still oblivious to the fact that he was covered in shaving cream. "Do you have any... Feathered pillows?" He just pointed at a lone pillow that sat on the couch. You grabbed it, and tore it open as quickly as you could.
"Fal, what the FUCK are you doing? And why are you covered in shaving cream?" You rolled your eyes at him, and ignored his question. Deciding not to question you, he just sat back, and watched you tear apart his pillow with a bemused expression. You'd managed to get all the feathers out of the pillow, and into a ziplock bag which you found on the floor. Billie Joe noticed you putting the feathers in the bag, and protested. "Hey! That's where I keep my pot!"
You sighed. "Billie, it's a fucking ziplock bag, you can get another." He muttered something, and you rolled your eyes, yet again. You'd finally managed to get everything together, when the offending drummer peeked back in the door.
"You didn't chase me... Or kill me." He pointed out.
You rolled your eyes. "Way to state the obvious." He just smiled at you, cockily. You arched a brow, and lunged forward, tackling him before he could get the chance to run away again. You looked up at Billie Joe, who was now in hysterics, watching the scene in front of him unfold. "Can you toss me that soda?" He grinned at you, and complied. You then opened it up, and dumped it on the drummer, who was now screaming nearly as loud as you did when you were forced to cheerlead. Snickering, you emptied the bag of feathers ontop of where you had dumped the soda, and stood up, as though nothing had happened.
Billie Joe just continued laughing at Tre, until the drummer pointed out that you were not the only one covered in shaving cream. Billie Joe rushed into the bathroom, and let out an annoyed grunt as he realized he was also covered in it. After washing himself off, he walked out of the bathroom and tossed you and Tre a wet washcloth each. You took it gratefully, and wiped the shaving cream off of your face, as Tre did the same.
After the whole commotion, everyone had finally set down, and managed to remain civil. Not that there had ever been any actual real anger, but you had kept feigning being angry with Tre. Like if he would move to sit next to you, you would randomly shout out obscenities at him, which would send the three of you into peels of laughter. "So Tre, what's up?" Billie Joe, finally managed to ask.
Tre, however looked at him, like he'd just said the most idiotic thing ever. "What's up? Dude, we need to have a party."
"You always think we need to have a party." Billie Joe pointed out.
"Well, we always do. And this time, we really really do. Fallyn moved in, so we need to have a house warming party wtih... Beer, and uh... Beer."
At the moment, neither you or Billie Joe really felt like partying though. He was still kind of upset by the comment your mother had made. "Dude, not today."
Tre was about to protest, when Billie Joe cut him off. "I know you're gonna ask why the fuck not. Well I'll tell you why the fuck not. One: I don't have any more MJ. Two: For once, I don't have any fucking alcohol. And Three: I don't have any fucking money to get any alcohol."
Tre sighed heavily, knowing that his friend wasn't going to budge on this. However, it didn't mean he couldn't crack on him. "And Four: You want to be alone with Fal. Ohh, that's right, I know, you want her! Don't deny it!"
You just laughed and rolled your eyes at Tre, while Billie Joe glared at him, and pushed him towards the door. When he got towards it, he opened it, and gave Tre a push. Tre turned around to protest, but Billie Joe gave him another push. "Out."
Tre laughed and walked out, closing the door behind him. Billie Joe turned back to you, and smiled. "So, what do you feel like doing?" You shrugged. At the moment, you had alot on your mind, being as how you'd just left your home, not even 6 hours ago. You were emotionally drained from fighting with your mom, not to mention, you still had a slight headache from your partying the previous night. You were just exhausted, mentally and physically.
"Actually, I'm kinda tired..." Billie Joe just nodded at you. "So Mr. Armstrong, where will I be sleeping?" Just then, a thought hit you. When he'd been speaking to you earlier, he'd said 'bedroom' singular. So what exactly WERE the sleeping arrangements going to be. "And where will you be sleeping?"
He looked at you for a moment, before putting on his cocky smirk. "Bed and bed." He said, dropping his voice to a low whisper that sent chills down your spine.
Your eyes widened. 'Damn it', you thought to yourself. You hated how he could always make you feel nervous at the drop of a hat. "No way. I'll stay on the couch. First of all, I don't trust you." You smirked at him, as you made that comment, before continuing, "and second, I'm not gonna put you out. It's your house Billie, it's nice enough of you to just let me stay here, I can't thank you enough for that, so I'm not gonna have you bothered by me."
He sighed, deeply, and looked you in the eye. "It's your house too, now. It doesn't bother me, not even a little bit." He ran his hand through his long curly hair before he continued, as a thought struck in. "In fact, you staying in my bed could be like a thank you." He grinned, cheekily, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"No sex, Armstrong!" He held his hands up in defense, and laughed.
"I promise I'll behave myself. If you don't feel comfortable in the bed with me, I'll take the couch. But, I didn't think you'd mind, 'cause well, we did fall asleep together last night." He pointed out.
You were not about to let him fall asleep on the couch. You'd feel way too guilty, and he did have a point. "Fine, but you'd BETTER behave yourself."
You rummaged through your bag, and picked out a black wife beater, and a pair of pajama pants with flames on them, and went into the bathroom to change. After you came out, you smiled at Billie Joe, and thanked him one more time, before retreating into his room. Nervously, you crawled into the bed, and closed your eyes. Not long afterwards, you felt sleep start to take you over.
You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you were awoken, by feeling the bed sink down next to you as Billie Joe climbed in. You weren't disturbed however, you were still half asleep. Keeping your eyes closed, you heard Billie Joe faintly whisper a goodnight, before kissing you on the cheek. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, and pull you to him, before sleep engulfed you once again.
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