At the Library, chapter 6
***4 Days Later***
You and Billie Joe sat cross legged staring at each other from opposite sides of the room. You were both seated on the floor of his garage. The plan was to come up with ways to help you break free of your mother's insane hold on you. You frowned as Billie Joe opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again, without saying another word, for the seventh time. Sighing deeply, you through your hands up in exhasperation. "This is NEVER going to work!" You complained. Billie Joe stood up, and walked over you, pulling you into a one armed hug.
"It'll work, Fal. I promise." You sighed and looked up at him, just then, inspiration hit him. "I've got it!" You once again looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Well, you still want to make your mother proud, we've established that much, BUT if you tell her you WONT keep cheerleading if she doesn't lighten up, and let you play your guitar, then maybe she'll give in, and then, you can come over here, and I can give you lessons." He smirked at you mischieviously to see if you'd caught onto his sexual reference. You had, and it had caught you off guard for a moment. Since when did Billie start making perverted comments towards you?
You smacked him lightly on the arm, and he pouted at you. "Not gonna work on me, Armstrong."
He narrowed his eyes at you. "Oh I'll make it work, just you wait. No girl can resist the puppy dog pout for very long, especially when I do it." Billie Joe stated, sounding very cocky.
"Get over yourself, Billie." You said with a roll of your eyes. It really was hard to resist the puppy dog pout when he did it, but fortunately for you, you had very high self control. "But that might actually work. The plan to get my mom to back the fuck off a little, not the pout thing. That will NEVER work." Billie Joe simply cast you a tiny look of hurt, that you barely recognized as hurt, being as how it was quickly replaced with his usual cocky smirk.
***Billie Joe's POV***
"Get over yourself, Billie. But that might actually work. The plan to get my mom to back the fuck off a little, not the pout thing, that will NEVER work." I didnt get why I was so hurt when Fallyn said that to me, but it stung. I looked at her pathetically, but only for a minute, before smirking at her.
"And as for the lessons?" I said teasingly. She looked at me with a confused expression for a moment, before she remembered what I had said earlier.
"Will be strictly guitar lessons" She said, raising an eyebrow warningly at me.
"Fine, fine. Nothing but guitar playing. Meanie." I pouted at her again, and she looked as though she were about to give in, and then the resolve showed in her face again.
"Now Beejay, I know you're desperate to get laid, being as how you can't get any and all, but that's no reason to start sounding pathetic and desperate." She teased. That was it, I was getting payback on her. Pushing her up against the wall, I poked her in the side, knowing how ticklish she was. She let out a squeal, and tried to push me away, as I began tickling her. She finally managed to push me back off of her, and I stumbled back a few steps, giving her the chance to step away from the wall. She went to hit me, but I grabbed her arm, and began tickling her with the other hand. She squealed and laughed again, and squirmed to get free. Just then, we both lost our footing, and I fell ontop of her. She looked up at me, eyes wide, and I grinned down at her, and began to attack her with tickles yet again.
"Ahem." Was all I heard from the doorway behind us.
***Your POV***
"Ahem" was heard from the doorway behind you. You were thankful for the interruption, because now Billie Joe had ceased his evil tickle fest on you. "Do you two need a room or something?" You smiled as you recognized Amy's voice. Realizing Billie Joe was still sitting atop you, you pushed him off, and stood up, brushing yourself off, and smiled at Amy. Tre, Mike, and Mel were there with her. You guessed it was for Sweet Children's band practice, but you hadn't realized that it was 5:00 already.
"Haha, very funny, but no. Billie Joe, being the fuckwit he is-"
"Hey!" He cut you off and protested.
"Okay, okay. Billie, being the idiot that he is, decided that tickling me was the best way to get laid. I swear, the boy is as desperate as a dog in heat." Billie Joe jokingly glared at you, and you smiled innocently as a response.
"Yeah, if you say so, Fallyn." Mel mocked. Only she and Amy knew that you had started to like Billie Joe. You hadn't admitted it to them, but they'd figured it out, which kind of annoyed you, but they'd promised not to say anything, so you weren't worried. Mel walked up to you, and whispered in your ear. "Not like you can be trusted in a room alone with Billie, because you liiiike him. Naughty girl." You glared at her, and she laughed a bit as a response. "What? It's true!" She yelled out in her defense.
"What's true?" Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre asked in unison. Amy, Mel, and yourself went into fits of laughter at how clueless the boys could be. After you'd recovered from laughing, you went and plopped down on the couch that Billie Joe had set up in the garage for breaks during band practice. You wondered if it had been that easy for Mel and Amy to see that you liked Billie, how obvious it really was, and who else suspected. Hopefully no one. They'd assured you time and time again that no one knew, but you couldn't help but wonder if Billie Joe had noticed it. And if he did, would that be a bad thing? Or did he like you back? You could never tell with him, and it was frustrating. Amy and Mel sat down next to you as the boys started to play. They were playing a song called 1,000 Hours.
You watched them play, mesmorized by how a bunch of stoners such as themselves could even remember the lyrics, let alone be coordinated enough to play their instruments. You looked at Billie Joe, who had been looking at you as he sang the last lyric, and then when you looked up, his gaze turned away, and to his guitar. You felt a poke in your side, and looked up to see Amy smirking at you. "Quit staring, it's creeping me out." She teased. "So anyway, spill. What was going on when we showed up? You two seemed pretty close."
You just shrugged. That was the thing, nothing really had been going on. "Exactly what you saw, tickle torture. Nothing else happened, and nothing else was GOING to happen."
Mel just looked at you as though you were the biggest liar in the world. "Yeah, okay. You telling me that if he would have made a move on you, you would have stopped him?"
You just looked at her, as though she'd obviously said something stupid. "Of course I would have stopped him. I DONT like him." That earned you laughs from both Amy and Mel.
"You keep telling yourself that, Fal." Amy said, with a shake of her head.
"I don't..." You muttered to yourself, although you knew in the back of your mind, that was a lie.
You and Billie Joe sat cross legged staring at each other from opposite sides of the room. You were both seated on the floor of his garage. The plan was to come up with ways to help you break free of your mother's insane hold on you. You frowned as Billie Joe opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again, without saying another word, for the seventh time. Sighing deeply, you through your hands up in exhasperation. "This is NEVER going to work!" You complained. Billie Joe stood up, and walked over you, pulling you into a one armed hug.
"It'll work, Fal. I promise." You sighed and looked up at him, just then, inspiration hit him. "I've got it!" You once again looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Well, you still want to make your mother proud, we've established that much, BUT if you tell her you WONT keep cheerleading if she doesn't lighten up, and let you play your guitar, then maybe she'll give in, and then, you can come over here, and I can give you lessons." He smirked at you mischieviously to see if you'd caught onto his sexual reference. You had, and it had caught you off guard for a moment. Since when did Billie start making perverted comments towards you?
You smacked him lightly on the arm, and he pouted at you. "Not gonna work on me, Armstrong."
He narrowed his eyes at you. "Oh I'll make it work, just you wait. No girl can resist the puppy dog pout for very long, especially when I do it." Billie Joe stated, sounding very cocky.
"Get over yourself, Billie." You said with a roll of your eyes. It really was hard to resist the puppy dog pout when he did it, but fortunately for you, you had very high self control. "But that might actually work. The plan to get my mom to back the fuck off a little, not the pout thing. That will NEVER work." Billie Joe simply cast you a tiny look of hurt, that you barely recognized as hurt, being as how it was quickly replaced with his usual cocky smirk.
***Billie Joe's POV***
"Get over yourself, Billie. But that might actually work. The plan to get my mom to back the fuck off a little, not the pout thing, that will NEVER work." I didnt get why I was so hurt when Fallyn said that to me, but it stung. I looked at her pathetically, but only for a minute, before smirking at her.
"And as for the lessons?" I said teasingly. She looked at me with a confused expression for a moment, before she remembered what I had said earlier.
"Will be strictly guitar lessons" She said, raising an eyebrow warningly at me.
"Fine, fine. Nothing but guitar playing. Meanie." I pouted at her again, and she looked as though she were about to give in, and then the resolve showed in her face again.
"Now Beejay, I know you're desperate to get laid, being as how you can't get any and all, but that's no reason to start sounding pathetic and desperate." She teased. That was it, I was getting payback on her. Pushing her up against the wall, I poked her in the side, knowing how ticklish she was. She let out a squeal, and tried to push me away, as I began tickling her. She finally managed to push me back off of her, and I stumbled back a few steps, giving her the chance to step away from the wall. She went to hit me, but I grabbed her arm, and began tickling her with the other hand. She squealed and laughed again, and squirmed to get free. Just then, we both lost our footing, and I fell ontop of her. She looked up at me, eyes wide, and I grinned down at her, and began to attack her with tickles yet again.
"Ahem." Was all I heard from the doorway behind us.
***Your POV***
"Ahem" was heard from the doorway behind you. You were thankful for the interruption, because now Billie Joe had ceased his evil tickle fest on you. "Do you two need a room or something?" You smiled as you recognized Amy's voice. Realizing Billie Joe was still sitting atop you, you pushed him off, and stood up, brushing yourself off, and smiled at Amy. Tre, Mike, and Mel were there with her. You guessed it was for Sweet Children's band practice, but you hadn't realized that it was 5:00 already.
"Haha, very funny, but no. Billie Joe, being the fuckwit he is-"
"Hey!" He cut you off and protested.
"Okay, okay. Billie, being the idiot that he is, decided that tickling me was the best way to get laid. I swear, the boy is as desperate as a dog in heat." Billie Joe jokingly glared at you, and you smiled innocently as a response.
"Yeah, if you say so, Fallyn." Mel mocked. Only she and Amy knew that you had started to like Billie Joe. You hadn't admitted it to them, but they'd figured it out, which kind of annoyed you, but they'd promised not to say anything, so you weren't worried. Mel walked up to you, and whispered in your ear. "Not like you can be trusted in a room alone with Billie, because you liiiike him. Naughty girl." You glared at her, and she laughed a bit as a response. "What? It's true!" She yelled out in her defense.
"What's true?" Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre asked in unison. Amy, Mel, and yourself went into fits of laughter at how clueless the boys could be. After you'd recovered from laughing, you went and plopped down on the couch that Billie Joe had set up in the garage for breaks during band practice. You wondered if it had been that easy for Mel and Amy to see that you liked Billie, how obvious it really was, and who else suspected. Hopefully no one. They'd assured you time and time again that no one knew, but you couldn't help but wonder if Billie Joe had noticed it. And if he did, would that be a bad thing? Or did he like you back? You could never tell with him, and it was frustrating. Amy and Mel sat down next to you as the boys started to play. They were playing a song called 1,000 Hours.
You watched them play, mesmorized by how a bunch of stoners such as themselves could even remember the lyrics, let alone be coordinated enough to play their instruments. You looked at Billie Joe, who had been looking at you as he sang the last lyric, and then when you looked up, his gaze turned away, and to his guitar. You felt a poke in your side, and looked up to see Amy smirking at you. "Quit staring, it's creeping me out." She teased. "So anyway, spill. What was going on when we showed up? You two seemed pretty close."
You just shrugged. That was the thing, nothing really had been going on. "Exactly what you saw, tickle torture. Nothing else happened, and nothing else was GOING to happen."
Mel just looked at you as though you were the biggest liar in the world. "Yeah, okay. You telling me that if he would have made a move on you, you would have stopped him?"
You just looked at her, as though she'd obviously said something stupid. "Of course I would have stopped him. I DONT like him." That earned you laughs from both Amy and Mel.
"You keep telling yourself that, Fal." Amy said, with a shake of her head.
"I don't..." You muttered to yourself, although you knew in the back of your mind, that was a lie.
