The Summer I Got A Life, chapter 16
I awoke from my sleep with my mind running wild. I had just had the most crazy, vivid dream. In my dream, Billie Joe had stood over my bed and told me that I was beautiful and that he loved me. He might have kissed me too, but that was still unclear. And then, he just vanished into thin air and disappered.
So all in all, it was a pretty strange dream.
I felt better than yesterday, as far as the cold went. Good ting too, seeing as we had a show today. My throat still felt a bit sore, but other than that, I was super-well.
Billie looked over at me as I walked out to the depths of the hallway. "Good morning", he greeted me, "how are you feeling?"
"A lot better. I think the medicine and sleep really helped.", I told him. "My throats' still sore though. Where's that medicine you gave me last night?" I asked.
"It's in my room", Billie said, "I put it on my nightstand". I nodded to him and headed back down the hall to Billie's room.
I opened the door to Billie's room and crept inside. The room was cleaner then I had imagined, with the excpetion of a few pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts laying on the floor. I immediately spotted the little plastic bottle of red syrup and started for it. When I was about five feet away from Billie's nightstand, I felt my bare foot step on something that was not the gray carpet of the bus. Looking down, I saw that I had stepped on Billie's jeans on the floor.
Normally, stepping on someone's jeans would not have been a problem. I would have just continued walking towards my destination, like a normal person would. Problem was, though, I was not a normal person. Billie wasn't normal either, he was really, really special to me. Mike and Tre weren't exactly normal either. ANd the pairof jeans I was stepping on weren't normal either. Hell, no one was actually NORMAL, yet everyone talked about them so often.
As I got myself lost in my thoughts, a comfortable feeling stared form inside of me. The feeling felt so comfortable, it felt like the dream I had had, I felt beautiful and loved.
I looked down at the jeans and then remembered that I had come in here ot get some medicine for my throat. I hurried over to Billie's nightstand, took the bottle and drank the medicine down in one gulp from the little plastic cup seated on the cap of the bottle. Then, I ran back out to the hallway, making sure to jump over the jeans on the floor.
"Hey again Kim", Billie said. "Did you take your medicine?" he asked.
"Yeah" I replied.
Billie sighed. "Well, you better get ready for the show today Kimberly", he said, laughing.
"Shut up", I said to him and punched him in the arm. Billie gave me a look and came to make a move back, but I ran off down the hallway to my room and locked the doorbehind me.
"Haha! It's locked!" I yelled out at Billie.
"I'll get you when you come out of there!" he yelled back at me.
I took as much time as possible to put my stage uniform on and took as long as it possibly could to brush my hair and mess it up again and the same thing with putting my eyeliner on and smudging it.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening for Billie. Nothing. I slowly unlocked and opened the door, Billie was nowhere to be seen. I crept down the hall into the living room, expecting him to jump out at me. As I passed my favorite comfy chair, Billie suddenly jumped out at me and yelled "GOTCHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Before I could make a run for it, Billie grabbed me in a headlock to make sure I wouldn't dash away. He then began to tickle me along my sides making me burst with the giggles. "You think you could just get away, Kimberly? Well think again!" he said and I screamed for help.
"Help! Abuse! 911! Police! MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed until Mike and Tre came running out to the living room to see what all the commotion was about. Billie immediately let me go and said "We need to go now", talking more to the floor than the people who were around him.
A few hours later, the concert was going full blast and we were finishing Minority and were going into Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. I went into playing my part of "Boulevard" until it was alomost the end, as I usually did. At the end of the song, it was my duty to play the fast-strumming second guitar on the end solo.
The few momentsbefore palying this part always got me excited. Billie sang the last "Til' then I walk alone" and I started in. Chills raced up and down my spine and every other part of my body as I felt the magic of music at my fingertips. As I played the last few chords and finished, I couldn't help but think 'God, I'm good".
So all in all, it was a pretty strange dream.
I felt better than yesterday, as far as the cold went. Good ting too, seeing as we had a show today. My throat still felt a bit sore, but other than that, I was super-well.
Billie looked over at me as I walked out to the depths of the hallway. "Good morning", he greeted me, "how are you feeling?"
"A lot better. I think the medicine and sleep really helped.", I told him. "My throats' still sore though. Where's that medicine you gave me last night?" I asked.
"It's in my room", Billie said, "I put it on my nightstand". I nodded to him and headed back down the hall to Billie's room.
I opened the door to Billie's room and crept inside. The room was cleaner then I had imagined, with the excpetion of a few pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts laying on the floor. I immediately spotted the little plastic bottle of red syrup and started for it. When I was about five feet away from Billie's nightstand, I felt my bare foot step on something that was not the gray carpet of the bus. Looking down, I saw that I had stepped on Billie's jeans on the floor.
Normally, stepping on someone's jeans would not have been a problem. I would have just continued walking towards my destination, like a normal person would. Problem was, though, I was not a normal person. Billie wasn't normal either, he was really, really special to me. Mike and Tre weren't exactly normal either. ANd the pairof jeans I was stepping on weren't normal either. Hell, no one was actually NORMAL, yet everyone talked about them so often.
As I got myself lost in my thoughts, a comfortable feeling stared form inside of me. The feeling felt so comfortable, it felt like the dream I had had, I felt beautiful and loved.
I looked down at the jeans and then remembered that I had come in here ot get some medicine for my throat. I hurried over to Billie's nightstand, took the bottle and drank the medicine down in one gulp from the little plastic cup seated on the cap of the bottle. Then, I ran back out to the hallway, making sure to jump over the jeans on the floor.
"Hey again Kim", Billie said. "Did you take your medicine?" he asked.
"Yeah" I replied.
Billie sighed. "Well, you better get ready for the show today Kimberly", he said, laughing.
"Shut up", I said to him and punched him in the arm. Billie gave me a look and came to make a move back, but I ran off down the hallway to my room and locked the doorbehind me.
"Haha! It's locked!" I yelled out at Billie.
"I'll get you when you come out of there!" he yelled back at me.
I took as much time as possible to put my stage uniform on and took as long as it possibly could to brush my hair and mess it up again and the same thing with putting my eyeliner on and smudging it.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening for Billie. Nothing. I slowly unlocked and opened the door, Billie was nowhere to be seen. I crept down the hall into the living room, expecting him to jump out at me. As I passed my favorite comfy chair, Billie suddenly jumped out at me and yelled "GOTCHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Before I could make a run for it, Billie grabbed me in a headlock to make sure I wouldn't dash away. He then began to tickle me along my sides making me burst with the giggles. "You think you could just get away, Kimberly? Well think again!" he said and I screamed for help.
"Help! Abuse! 911! Police! MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed until Mike and Tre came running out to the living room to see what all the commotion was about. Billie immediately let me go and said "We need to go now", talking more to the floor than the people who were around him.
A few hours later, the concert was going full blast and we were finishing Minority and were going into Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. I went into playing my part of "Boulevard" until it was alomost the end, as I usually did. At the end of the song, it was my duty to play the fast-strumming second guitar on the end solo.
The few momentsbefore palying this part always got me excited. Billie sang the last "Til' then I walk alone" and I started in. Chills raced up and down my spine and every other part of my body as I felt the magic of music at my fingertips. As I played the last few chords and finished, I couldn't help but think 'God, I'm good".
