At the Library, chapter 7
***At home, later that day***
"No! No! Absolutely not!" Your mother shouted at you.
You glared at her, there was no way you were going to back down, and you saw no reason why your mother couldn't accept that you wanted to play the guitar, it's not like you were saying you wanted to play it INSTEAD of cheerleading, you were saying you wanted to do both. "Why not?! It's not like I'm saying that I won't be doing cheerleading, like YOU want me to do, I'm saying I'll be doing both! What's wrong with doing what I want to do with MY life on the side? I'm not YOU, Mom! Let me do things that I want to do in my life, why cant you accept me for who I am?!"
Your mother stepped up to you, and gripped your shoulders tightly. You let out a tiny groan, her fingers were digging into you, and it hurt, but she wasn't going to get you to back down. This was something you wanted. "Fallyn, why can't you just understand that I'm trying to do what's best for you?"
"Because you aren't! God, I HATE you! You're trying to make me follow in your footsteps, you're trying to re-live your glory days through me! I'm not going to do it! I said I'd stay on cheerleading for you, all I want in exchange is to be able to have some freedom to try new things, and just be myself." She kept her grip on your shoulders, and shook you a bit. You winced, but didn't back down. "If you don't let me play my guitar, then I WILL quit cheerleading. It's as simple as going to school and saying 'I quit', you wouldn't be able to stop me either."
She looked at you in disgust, and let go of you. You thought she was going to walk away, when she backhanded you. Your head whipped to the side as the side of your face burned. You could feel tears sting your eyes, but you weren't going to cry in front of her, and you weren't going to back down. "You'll do what I tell you to do, and you'll mind your manners." Your mother stated, eyes locked with yours. You just looked up at her, keeping your chin up, in an air of defiance. She said nothing more, just turned and walked away.
As soon as she walked into the living room, you turned and walked into your room, slamming your door shut, and locking it behind you. You plopped down on your bed, and looked up at your ceiling, pictures of your friends from New York covering it. You missed them, alot, but you also liked your new friends here. You were, of course, not referring to the cheerleaders, but to Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, Amy, and Mel. You'd all grown pretty close recently, and they reminded you alot of your friends back home. You went to pick up your phone to call Mel, but before you got the chance, it rang. You jumped slightly, and then laughed, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Fallyn, hey it's Amy." It was hard to hear her being as how there was loud music, and lots of people talking in the backround.
"Ohh, hey. I was just about to call Mel. What's up?"
"Not a whole bunch. Wait, no, a whole bunch. I'm at Tre's place, he's decided to throw a party, on the spur of the moment. Anyway, everyone's here, well except you, but that's why I'm calling. Wanna come? Lots of beer and uh...beer."
"And pot!" You heard Mike yell in the backround. You laughed.
"And pot." She stated to you, not knowing that you had heard Mike. "Like I said before, wanna come?"
"Yeah, the issue is getting out of the house. Big fight with mother dearest." You said sarcastically. "I'm not backing down though. I'll just tell her I'm going to Allie's, she'll think I'm doing what she tells me to do, thus leaving me to have fun." You laughed. "Not that hanging out with Allie and waving pom-poms isnt fun." You added sarcastically yet again.
Amy laughed. "So I'll see you when you get here then." You nodded, even though she couldn't see, it was just habit.
"Yeah, see you then. Bye" You hung up the phone and walked over to the mirror. You brushed your hair, which was messed up from laying on your bed, and walked downstairs to face your mother. "Mom?"
She looked up from where she was sitting on the couch. "Allie just called, she wants me to go over there and practice the new routine with everybody."
Your mother smiled. "Now that's what I like to hear, go on, have fun." You just smiled back at her. Walking out the front door, you headed up the street towards Tre's place.
***Tre's House***
Amy was outside on the porch, a joint in one hand, a beer in the other, and Tre behind her, arms wrapped around her.
"Fally!!!" He yelled drunkenly when he saw you. You rolled your eyes and walked up to them. "Alcohol is in there..." He pointed into the house, and you just laughed.
"Kinda figured as much." Amy snickered, and stood up, suprising Tre. She walked inside, Tre right behind her, and you followed after. You looked inside, there wasn't really anyone you knew there, aside from the obvious Amy, Tre, Mike, Mel, and Billie Joe. It was mostly people that you had either seen on Tight Wad Hill or at Gilman Street...or both. You spotted Billie Joe sitting with Mel and Mike, and walked over to them. Billie Joe looked up at you, eyes red and puffy from the pot and the alcohol, but still, he recognized you and smiled.
Amy walked up from behind you, holding out a beer. You took a sip, and smiled. "Now that everybody's here, we can start the fucking party!" She laughed.
"You mean the party wasn't started yet?" Mel asked her. Mike just nodded in accordance to what Mel had said, and draped his arm around her, after kissing her on the cheek.
"Nooo, of course it hasn't! It's not a party without Fally Wally!" Billie Joe slurred. You glared at him, but let it go, being as how he was completely drunk and high. Speaking of high, where was the MJ? Almost as though he knew what you were thinking, Billie Joe handed you an already rolled joint. You smiled, and lit it up, inhaling, and feeling yourself start to loosen up already.
Eight beers and four joints later, you were completely insane. Mel and Mike had long since passed out, and Amy was sitting on Tre's lap, making out with him, oblivious to everything that was going on around her. You crinkled your nose, because you had an insane amount of energy, and you were bored. An idea struck you, and you climbed on the couch, on which Billie Joe was sitting, completely spaced out, and began jumping on it. He yelped as he was startled out of his intense staring contest with the wall, and you laughed at him.
He looked up at you, frowning. "You're making me dizzy as all fucking hell..." You just shrugged at him, and continued jumping. "Stop it!" He yelped out as another wave of dizzyness hit him.
"No!" You smirked at him, and kept jumping. He pouted at you, which had no effect, as you kept up your incessant jumping, so he grabbed your arm, and pulled you down onto his lap. You squirmed to try to get up and jump again, but he held you tightly. After about five minutes of struggling, you gave up, and just rested your head against his shoulder. You were worn out anyway. The alcohol and weed's affects on you were starting to wear off, leaving you feeling utterly and completely tired. You closed your eyes and felt Billie Joe's arms around your stomach. Not realizing it, you started dozing off, vaguely aware of the fact that Billie Joe had just kissed your cheek and whispered goodnight.
***The Next Morning***
You woke up to a splitting headache, and looked around. Where were you? You went to move, and felt something stopping you. Your eyes moved down to your stomach, where there were two arms wrapped firmly around you. Your eyes widened in shock. You were laying down...on a couch...at what appeared to be Tre's house. You managed to look over your shoulder to see who you were with, and you nearly yelped when you saw Billie Joe laying behind you, sleeping peacefully. Just then, you remembered going to Tre's party, and you sighed with relief. Just then, another thought hit you. Your mother! You'd told her you had gone to Allie's house for practice, and you'd never come home. She was going to have a fit. "Oh fuck..."
"No! No! Absolutely not!" Your mother shouted at you.
You glared at her, there was no way you were going to back down, and you saw no reason why your mother couldn't accept that you wanted to play the guitar, it's not like you were saying you wanted to play it INSTEAD of cheerleading, you were saying you wanted to do both. "Why not?! It's not like I'm saying that I won't be doing cheerleading, like YOU want me to do, I'm saying I'll be doing both! What's wrong with doing what I want to do with MY life on the side? I'm not YOU, Mom! Let me do things that I want to do in my life, why cant you accept me for who I am?!"
Your mother stepped up to you, and gripped your shoulders tightly. You let out a tiny groan, her fingers were digging into you, and it hurt, but she wasn't going to get you to back down. This was something you wanted. "Fallyn, why can't you just understand that I'm trying to do what's best for you?"
"Because you aren't! God, I HATE you! You're trying to make me follow in your footsteps, you're trying to re-live your glory days through me! I'm not going to do it! I said I'd stay on cheerleading for you, all I want in exchange is to be able to have some freedom to try new things, and just be myself." She kept her grip on your shoulders, and shook you a bit. You winced, but didn't back down. "If you don't let me play my guitar, then I WILL quit cheerleading. It's as simple as going to school and saying 'I quit', you wouldn't be able to stop me either."
She looked at you in disgust, and let go of you. You thought she was going to walk away, when she backhanded you. Your head whipped to the side as the side of your face burned. You could feel tears sting your eyes, but you weren't going to cry in front of her, and you weren't going to back down. "You'll do what I tell you to do, and you'll mind your manners." Your mother stated, eyes locked with yours. You just looked up at her, keeping your chin up, in an air of defiance. She said nothing more, just turned and walked away.
As soon as she walked into the living room, you turned and walked into your room, slamming your door shut, and locking it behind you. You plopped down on your bed, and looked up at your ceiling, pictures of your friends from New York covering it. You missed them, alot, but you also liked your new friends here. You were, of course, not referring to the cheerleaders, but to Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, Amy, and Mel. You'd all grown pretty close recently, and they reminded you alot of your friends back home. You went to pick up your phone to call Mel, but before you got the chance, it rang. You jumped slightly, and then laughed, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Fallyn, hey it's Amy." It was hard to hear her being as how there was loud music, and lots of people talking in the backround.
"Ohh, hey. I was just about to call Mel. What's up?"
"Not a whole bunch. Wait, no, a whole bunch. I'm at Tre's place, he's decided to throw a party, on the spur of the moment. Anyway, everyone's here, well except you, but that's why I'm calling. Wanna come? Lots of beer and uh...beer."
"And pot!" You heard Mike yell in the backround. You laughed.
"And pot." She stated to you, not knowing that you had heard Mike. "Like I said before, wanna come?"
"Yeah, the issue is getting out of the house. Big fight with mother dearest." You said sarcastically. "I'm not backing down though. I'll just tell her I'm going to Allie's, she'll think I'm doing what she tells me to do, thus leaving me to have fun." You laughed. "Not that hanging out with Allie and waving pom-poms isnt fun." You added sarcastically yet again.
Amy laughed. "So I'll see you when you get here then." You nodded, even though she couldn't see, it was just habit.
"Yeah, see you then. Bye" You hung up the phone and walked over to the mirror. You brushed your hair, which was messed up from laying on your bed, and walked downstairs to face your mother. "Mom?"
She looked up from where she was sitting on the couch. "Allie just called, she wants me to go over there and practice the new routine with everybody."
Your mother smiled. "Now that's what I like to hear, go on, have fun." You just smiled back at her. Walking out the front door, you headed up the street towards Tre's place.
***Tre's House***
Amy was outside on the porch, a joint in one hand, a beer in the other, and Tre behind her, arms wrapped around her.
"Fally!!!" He yelled drunkenly when he saw you. You rolled your eyes and walked up to them. "Alcohol is in there..." He pointed into the house, and you just laughed.
"Kinda figured as much." Amy snickered, and stood up, suprising Tre. She walked inside, Tre right behind her, and you followed after. You looked inside, there wasn't really anyone you knew there, aside from the obvious Amy, Tre, Mike, Mel, and Billie Joe. It was mostly people that you had either seen on Tight Wad Hill or at Gilman Street...or both. You spotted Billie Joe sitting with Mel and Mike, and walked over to them. Billie Joe looked up at you, eyes red and puffy from the pot and the alcohol, but still, he recognized you and smiled.
Amy walked up from behind you, holding out a beer. You took a sip, and smiled. "Now that everybody's here, we can start the fucking party!" She laughed.
"You mean the party wasn't started yet?" Mel asked her. Mike just nodded in accordance to what Mel had said, and draped his arm around her, after kissing her on the cheek.
"Nooo, of course it hasn't! It's not a party without Fally Wally!" Billie Joe slurred. You glared at him, but let it go, being as how he was completely drunk and high. Speaking of high, where was the MJ? Almost as though he knew what you were thinking, Billie Joe handed you an already rolled joint. You smiled, and lit it up, inhaling, and feeling yourself start to loosen up already.
Eight beers and four joints later, you were completely insane. Mel and Mike had long since passed out, and Amy was sitting on Tre's lap, making out with him, oblivious to everything that was going on around her. You crinkled your nose, because you had an insane amount of energy, and you were bored. An idea struck you, and you climbed on the couch, on which Billie Joe was sitting, completely spaced out, and began jumping on it. He yelped as he was startled out of his intense staring contest with the wall, and you laughed at him.
He looked up at you, frowning. "You're making me dizzy as all fucking hell..." You just shrugged at him, and continued jumping. "Stop it!" He yelped out as another wave of dizzyness hit him.
"No!" You smirked at him, and kept jumping. He pouted at you, which had no effect, as you kept up your incessant jumping, so he grabbed your arm, and pulled you down onto his lap. You squirmed to try to get up and jump again, but he held you tightly. After about five minutes of struggling, you gave up, and just rested your head against his shoulder. You were worn out anyway. The alcohol and weed's affects on you were starting to wear off, leaving you feeling utterly and completely tired. You closed your eyes and felt Billie Joe's arms around your stomach. Not realizing it, you started dozing off, vaguely aware of the fact that Billie Joe had just kissed your cheek and whispered goodnight.
***The Next Morning***
You woke up to a splitting headache, and looked around. Where were you? You went to move, and felt something stopping you. Your eyes moved down to your stomach, where there were two arms wrapped firmly around you. Your eyes widened in shock. You were laying down...on a couch...at what appeared to be Tre's house. You managed to look over your shoulder to see who you were with, and you nearly yelped when you saw Billie Joe laying behind you, sleeping peacefully. Just then, you remembered going to Tre's party, and you sighed with relief. Just then, another thought hit you. Your mother! You'd told her you had gone to Allie's house for practice, and you'd never come home. She was going to have a fit. "Oh fuck..."
