A Note Don't Come Easy, chapter 38
Billie Joe woke up with the duvet draped over him, his head resting softly on the pillow. The light met his gorgeous green eyes that seemed refreshed and brighter than ever. The eyeliner gone from yesterday from wear and tear. The room was lit from the sunshine streaming through the glass balcony doors and through the curtains. He yawned to himself, stretching his face in the process before stretching his arms in the air. He rolled over onto his side and gently snaked his arms around someone's waist under the duvet.
MY waist.
He edged forward, snuggling up against me as I still slept. Pressing his body against me, he rested his head on my shoulder, as I lay on my side. He looked at me for a while, just watching, and taking every feature I had in.
The freckle by my ear, my birthmark on the side of my face that he had never really noticed before. It wasn't that noticeable unless you knew where to look.
He sighed to himself before kissing my cheek and tightening his grip around me, like he never wanted to let go.
I mumbled to myself as I stirred, feeling him. He held me close still, watching me as I turned myself around and facing him without knowing that that was what I was doing. He continued to watch, smiling to himself as my eyes moved underneath their lids. Snuggling up once again to me, he rested his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling. He lay for a few minutes, totally silent until I started to shift about.
Taking in a deep breath I slowly opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. He turned to face me, rolling on his side and leaning his head on his elbow. I opened my eyes again to stare straight into his, seeing myself in reflection.
"Well good morning sexy." He grinned, making me smile. "You were a bit of a wild fire last night weren't you?"
I smiled again, stretching and remembering last night.
"Excuse me? You're the wild fire. Riding like a jockey."
He laughed to himself, watching me still as I rolled onto my side to face him straight on.
"Like a jockey eh?"
"Yes. One that needed a speed ticket." I added, laughing to myself.
"Well you weren't slow on the mark to get my pants off either now were you?"
I looked at him, trying not to smile.
"True. True."
"Besides, I like to keep it that way."
"What, fast and furious?"
"No!" He laughed lightly hitting me. "I mean give people a good ride."
"Ah yes, and I suppose the oral was all just part of the ride then?"
Yes that's right, Billie HAD given me an oral.
He looked smug. "You know you liked it really."
We locked eyes for a few seconds, him waiting for me to reply.
"Go on, say it." He smiled, looking at me with those shining eyes of his. "You had wanted it bad."
I smiled at him, laughing to myself in my head and looking back up at the ceiling.
We both lay next to each other, heads softly resting on the pillows as we both stared up at the ceiling.
Sitting up a bit, Billie Joe neared towards me, looking down on me. He edged his face nearer and nearer to me.
"You just don't want to admit it because you don't want me to think that you're a dirty girl." He said playfully, licking his lips.
I giggled, looking up at him. Was he always this horny when he woke up?
"You ARE a dirty girl aren't you?" He concluded when I didn't answer.
"Yes, I'm a dirty girl Billie. If that's what you want me to be."
He bit his lip. "No, not want - ARE. You ARE a dirty girl. MY dirty girl."
"Ok, and what are you? The prince of lurve?"
He fell back onto his back again, lying next to me. "Nah, I was thinking more of The God of Fuck."
I laughed a little. "You wish."
He suddenly cocked his head to one side, frowning.
"What d'ya mean? You wish? I'm the best fuck you've ever had."
"You're the ONLY fuck I've ever had."
"Exactly. Makes me all the more special." He added. "I gave you something you will remember for the rest of your life."
"You can say that again." I said to myself, biting my lip and remembering it all.
"So you admit that you loved it then?"
I smiled at him, biting my lip still before nodding my head in the positive. A smile broadened across his face.
"You ARE a dirty girl." He grinned, leaning in and kissing me on the lips before he could finish smiling. "My very very own dirty little girl... "
"And you are my god of fuck." I added, kissing him again as we both closed our eyes.
"Hmmm. And don't you let nothing change that." He laughed, continuing to press his lips against mine.
Yes, I wouldn't let anything change that. He was MY god of fuck, nobody else's.
He grinned to himself before he spoke.
"I guess you being a dirty girl explains you tying me to the bed last night and fucking my brains out then."
My eyes widened, my heart pounding inside of me. Oh shit, I had... what?
"I tied you to the bed and fucked your brains out?" I repeated, looking scared as I couldn't remember any of this.
Since when had I done that?!
"Yeah. I thought you were going to eat me."
I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"What did I tie you with?"
"My tie, which you had stripped off of me before, remember?"
I remember stripping off his tie, that was as clear as anything. But tying him to the bed with it?
"I... I don't remember." I stuttered, still quite stunned.
"Of course you wouldn't. I'm making it all up."
I looked at him for a while; finally realising that nothing of the sort had happened. He was just making it all up. He grinned to himself as he watched me realise that I had been set up.
"Billie Joe Armstrong!" I cried, grabbing a pillow and hitting him over the head with it.
He put his arms out to protect himself, shielding me from him as I continued to whack the pillow against him, his laughs making me blush.
"You dirty pervert! Just because you WANTED me to tie you to the bed and fuck you again."
"Yeah, and don't you know it!"
My eyes widened again as I scrunched my face up, trying not to smile.
"Right that's it!"
I whacked the pillow over his head one more time, before scrambling up under the duvet and crawling on top of him, wrestling him. He tickled me in the ribs, causing me to double up with laughter. He grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me down onto him, as I tried to set myself free.
"Whatcha gonna do now huh?" He asked, still holding me down playfully on top of him as I stared into his eyes.
We gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, maybe hours, before I replied to him.
"This... " And I bent forward to kiss him on the lips once again.
Our kiss becoming deeper, he closed his eyes and kissed me just as delicately back.
"You know Stef," he started thoughtfully, looking up at me. "If I hadn't met you, I think I would be a different person."
I swallowed a little.
"Me too Billie. I think I would have given up a long time ago if it wasn't for you. I would have gone mad and yes, I WOULD have killed myself. You've given me something I would never have dreamed of. Something that I thought was always out of my reach. WAY out of my reach."
I rolled off of him and lay beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Well, it just shows that dreams do come true. And that's why I love you."
"What, because you feel sorry for me like everyone else?" I mocked, looking at him from the corner of my eyes.
"No, don't be silly. Because to me, you're a dream too. I never thought I'd fall in love again. But you made that possible."
I smiled to myself, breathing in deeply and my heart growing fonder towards the punk rocker.
"And I mean what I said last night." He added.
"What? Oh you mean 'nargh... ohhh... urgh... uhhh... Stef... oh Stef... ' " I moaned, impersonating Billie Joe from last night.
"Hmmm. That too," a grin falling across his face as I tried to outsmart him. "But I mean about always being here for you forever and taking care of you. Because it's what I want to do. Love you and care for you."
Stopping in taking the piss out of him, my heart swelled as I listened to him. He picked my wrists up in his hands as he reached over my body, gently stroking them. He kissed my hands and wrists delicately over my scars, as he continued to make his promise to me.
"And you'll never," kiss. "have to," kiss. "make these," kiss. "scars again." Kiss. "Because I'll be here to protect you, and make sure you won't have to go through that again to achieve these."
He studied my scars carefully, rolling my wrists about in a ball in his hands, running his fingers over them. It seemed to be his way of healing me. I watched as he did, his lips gently touching my scar tissue, making them suddenly feel so much better.
"I love you Billie Joe... " I whispered to him.
"And I love you too Stef. And nothing's going to make me change my mind."
He paused a little, thinking as I rubbed my nose against his.
"Although I am a little upset." He mentioned, giving me the puppy-eyed look as I quirked my eyebrow. "You got an oral and I didn't."
And then there was me thinking I had done something to hurt him again.
"I didn't ask for it!" I reminded him, constantly smiling.
"No, but you didn't turn the offer down did you?" He raised his brow, making me no other choice but to agree with him.
"So what are you trying to say? You're jealous?" I mocked.
"No. I'm just saying that a blowjob would have been nice."
"Next time." I smiled to him, winking. "Next time I'll give you a blowjob babe."
He licked his teeth, his eyes glinting. "I'll look forward to it."
We both lay in silence for a while again before I suddenly remembered something.
"Billie... "
"Yeah... "
"How did we end up IN bed? We fell asleep ON the bed, not in it. And we fell asleep at the end, there." I remembered, pointing to the end of the bed with my head.
"Well, after our marathon," he joked mildly. "I woke up and moved us into bed. You were kinda cold, plus I thought it would be nice for you to have a warm waking."
"You think of the most nicest things, you know that?" I complimented him, my heart fluttering.
"I try to."
He smiled before wrapping his arms around my waist once again, sneaking up to behind my back and both of us lying on our sides, both facing the same way. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he closed his eyes, taking my warmth in and resting against me peacefully - like this was where he had always wanted to be.
I looked at the wall, feeling Billie Joe's body wrap around me, but something or someone was on my mind.
Adrienne Armstrong.
I had just slept with her husband and a part of me felt so guilty. It had been what I had wanted for so long, and in a way I think Billie Joe felt that way too. But it pained on my heart like a sore, and I couldn't help but think about her. It was bad enough that they weren't talking, but now to know that he had officially cheated on her, it made me feel a little ashamed of myself. I felt sorry for her. But I hadn't planned for things to turn out the way they had. It hadn't set out to have Billie Joe. I sighed, knowing there was only one thing for me to do to help me rest my forever guilty mind. In fact, I couldn't even do it. Someone else had to.
"Billie Joe can you do something for me please." I asked, feeling slightly nervous.
"Sure. Anything for you babes." I heard him reply over my shoulder as he still lay against me with closed eyes.
"Go and see Adrienne." I simply said.
The room fell silent as he opened his eyes, his muscles tensing up a bit. He swallowed back a bit, clutching to me a little tighter - my question having ruined the moment.
"Why?" He asked a little stunned.
I wanted to tell him that I felt slightly guilty about what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to say it to him. To say that I felt wrong over the fact that we had slept together because deep down, we had both wanted it. So I didn't explain myself to him.
"Because, I just want you to." I sighed. "You need to tell her what happened to you. She has a right to know, she IS your right. Plus I'm sure Joey and Jakob will be thrilled to see their dad again. You've been gone for a while Billie Joe. I know that if I were them I would be thrilled to pieces to see you again. You need to sort things it."
It was silent. I waited for him to answer, but he didn't.
"Please Billie?" I asked him again, looking it him from the corner of my eye as he rested on my shoulder. "Do it for your family. And if for anyone, do it for yourself. Do it for me."
Billie Joe sighed, knowing that the subject of his wife and kids would appear at some stage. He just wasn't expecting it now, at this very moment. He looked down onto me, not knowing what to do. A part of him couldn't understand me, how I wanted him to go and see his wife just when we had sorted things out. How could he face her so soon? It burnt a butt in his mind.
He looked carefully at the tattoo that was placed on my shoulder. 'Billie Joe' in jet black ink, still raw from its printing.
Here he was, with the person he had wanted to be with for so long, and he was so lucky to be with her. Because through all that had happened, they had both somehow pulled through, given each other another chance.
And as much as he wanted to deny it, he knew I was right. He sighed, knowing that it had to be done sooner rather than later.
"Ok." He spoke softly before pausing. "Ok. I'll catch a plane tonight."
Trying to forget it easily, he snuggled up to me closer, pressing his face into my neck and taking in my scent.
"Thank you." I whispered, relieved a little in knowing something was going to be done to release the pressure.
I didn't know how he was going to explain a lot of things to her, like why I had taken her place at the Grammies, but I trusted him. It was just as much his neck on the line as mine.
"Only if you do something for me though." He added.
"Well, yeah, sure. What's that?" I sounded curious stretching over to face him.
A devilish smile appeared across his face.
"Give me the pleasure of letting me have you again."
I bit my lip, grinning madly as his eyes twinkled with an extra spark.
Within an instant, Billie Joe grabbed hold of me around the waist and dragged me under the duvet.
"This jockey hasn't run his race yet." He smiled, licking his lips and dragging me under the duvet with him.
"Billie!" I squealed in between fits of laughter as he draped the sheet over our heads. We both laughed, fumbling about without each other tangled in the sheets, grinning as he bent forward over me and whispered something into my ear.
"So, hows about that blowjob then?"
* * * * * * * *
"I'll just have a coffee please. Nothing added, nothing taken out thanks." Mike told the waitress behind the counter, searching for loose change in his trouser pocket.
"You don't want any sugar with it Mike?" I asked as I stood next to him.
We both stood at the counter, waiting for our coffee's - one with sugar, one without.
"Nah," he grumbled. "I like to keep it strong. Wakes me up more to have something strong kick me in the nuts than something sweet."
"Well now I know how to treat you in the morning the day I wake up next to you." I remarked, causing him to grin.
He winked at me. "You've got it."
Billie Joe and Tre stood a little further away, waiting for us to pick up our coffees.
"So how'd things between you two go last night then?" Tre asked the guitarist.
Billie Joe shoved his hands into his front trouser pockets as he thought to himself for a bit.
"It went good."
"Good. Just good?"
"Yeah. Good."
Tre smirked a bit to himself as he studied Billie's profile.
"So I take it you two fucked each other senseless then?"
"No." Billie replied, lying. "We just talked that's all."
Tre sucked his cheeks in boredom, before sighing.
"Yup. You two fucked."
"What? Tre we - "
Billie was cut short before he could make up another lie.
"Come off of it Billie. Since when did you 'just talk?' I know you. You've had this big grin on your face all morning. What am I supposed to think? You just had the biggest wank of your life?!"
Billie Joe laughed to himself.
No, he thought. But that would be pretty awesome.
"Come on, seriously Billie. I haven't seen you this happy in a long time, so something must have happened. And believe me, no wank in the world can bring that big of a smile to your face. Only I can do that!"
The two friends laughed, Tre boasting a bit about his habits. Billie felt good in the way that he and Tre were talking again, because to be honest, he had missed his friendship with the crazy drummer. Yes, he had hurt him by calling him a cunt and saying those things to him at the Grammies - but things had changed. Everything was slowly piecing together.
"Besides," Tre went to add again. "There's no point in denying that you didn't. Everyone heard you."
Billie's heart stopped, his muscles seizing as he just stared at the drummer.
"You... you did?" he stuttered, feeling a hot flush.
"No. But that just proves that you DID get it on." Tre laughed.
Billie Joe's eyes widened, hitting Tre's arm suddenly in embarrassment and feeling his cheeks turn a little red.
"Tre you arsehole!"
Mike and I stood waiting at the counter still as we watched our coffees being made.
"I take it you and Billie are ok now then?" He asked, trying to make it sound casual.
"Yeaah." I muttered, not looking up at him.
He quirked his eyebrow, smiling to himself a little knowingly.
"Something you're not telling me?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
"Hmmm?" I hummed, trying to veer away from the subject.
"You wanna tell me why you're trying to avoid the subject?"
"I'm just... tired... that's all Mike. Just real tired. We were up a lot last night, just... talking... and... stuff. Getting things sorted." I lied, avoiding eye contact with him still.
"So is that why you're avoiding to look at me? Because you're tired?"
Just to prove him wrong I looked right up at him, but my eyes said it all. That something HAD happened, and Mike seemed to pick up on it.
"You sure?" He asked again, making me a little anxious.
"Yeah. I'll be fine once I've had my coffee."
He watched in thought as I nervously picked up my coffee that had just appeared in front of me at the counter. I quickly put my lips to the polystyrene cup, sipping on the hot drink. It burnt my tongue a little, bit still all the same drank it. Mike followed, picking up his cup too.
"Well, only if you're sure." He told me.
We both turned round and headed towards Billie and Tre, our drinks cupped inside of our hands. Billie smiled as we approached them, Tre grinning too much for my comfort.
"Mike! You'll never guess what!" He cried excitedly.
Mike quirked his eyebrow once again as he bent his lips towards the edge of the cup and took a sip.
"Stef and Billie fucked last night!"
Mike suddenly spat his coffee back into its cup, staring at Billie as he widened his eyes, trying to adjust to what he had just heard. Billie Joe's cheeks turned red, smiling guiltily like only a child would do.
Mike blinked a few times, before turning his head to the side to look at me. I looked down at the floor sheepishly, biting the inside of my cheek and cursing Tre inside my head.
Damn you Tre. Damn dam you!
Mike continued to burn a hole into me with his eyes, giving me no chance but to just look away.
"Just talking, eh?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. "Hmmm. My arse."
MY waist.
He edged forward, snuggling up against me as I still slept. Pressing his body against me, he rested his head on my shoulder, as I lay on my side. He looked at me for a while, just watching, and taking every feature I had in.
The freckle by my ear, my birthmark on the side of my face that he had never really noticed before. It wasn't that noticeable unless you knew where to look.
He sighed to himself before kissing my cheek and tightening his grip around me, like he never wanted to let go.
I mumbled to myself as I stirred, feeling him. He held me close still, watching me as I turned myself around and facing him without knowing that that was what I was doing. He continued to watch, smiling to himself as my eyes moved underneath their lids. Snuggling up once again to me, he rested his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling. He lay for a few minutes, totally silent until I started to shift about.
Taking in a deep breath I slowly opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. He turned to face me, rolling on his side and leaning his head on his elbow. I opened my eyes again to stare straight into his, seeing myself in reflection.
"Well good morning sexy." He grinned, making me smile. "You were a bit of a wild fire last night weren't you?"
I smiled again, stretching and remembering last night.
"Excuse me? You're the wild fire. Riding like a jockey."
He laughed to himself, watching me still as I rolled onto my side to face him straight on.
"Like a jockey eh?"
"Yes. One that needed a speed ticket." I added, laughing to myself.
"Well you weren't slow on the mark to get my pants off either now were you?"
I looked at him, trying not to smile.
"True. True."
"Besides, I like to keep it that way."
"What, fast and furious?"
"No!" He laughed lightly hitting me. "I mean give people a good ride."
"Ah yes, and I suppose the oral was all just part of the ride then?"
Yes that's right, Billie HAD given me an oral.
He looked smug. "You know you liked it really."
We locked eyes for a few seconds, him waiting for me to reply.
"Go on, say it." He smiled, looking at me with those shining eyes of his. "You had wanted it bad."
I smiled at him, laughing to myself in my head and looking back up at the ceiling.
We both lay next to each other, heads softly resting on the pillows as we both stared up at the ceiling.
Sitting up a bit, Billie Joe neared towards me, looking down on me. He edged his face nearer and nearer to me.
"You just don't want to admit it because you don't want me to think that you're a dirty girl." He said playfully, licking his lips.
I giggled, looking up at him. Was he always this horny when he woke up?
"You ARE a dirty girl aren't you?" He concluded when I didn't answer.
"Yes, I'm a dirty girl Billie. If that's what you want me to be."
He bit his lip. "No, not want - ARE. You ARE a dirty girl. MY dirty girl."
"Ok, and what are you? The prince of lurve?"
He fell back onto his back again, lying next to me. "Nah, I was thinking more of The God of Fuck."
I laughed a little. "You wish."
He suddenly cocked his head to one side, frowning.
"What d'ya mean? You wish? I'm the best fuck you've ever had."
"You're the ONLY fuck I've ever had."
"Exactly. Makes me all the more special." He added. "I gave you something you will remember for the rest of your life."
"You can say that again." I said to myself, biting my lip and remembering it all.
"So you admit that you loved it then?"
I smiled at him, biting my lip still before nodding my head in the positive. A smile broadened across his face.
"You ARE a dirty girl." He grinned, leaning in and kissing me on the lips before he could finish smiling. "My very very own dirty little girl... "
"And you are my god of fuck." I added, kissing him again as we both closed our eyes.
"Hmmm. And don't you let nothing change that." He laughed, continuing to press his lips against mine.
Yes, I wouldn't let anything change that. He was MY god of fuck, nobody else's.
He grinned to himself before he spoke.
"I guess you being a dirty girl explains you tying me to the bed last night and fucking my brains out then."
My eyes widened, my heart pounding inside of me. Oh shit, I had... what?
"I tied you to the bed and fucked your brains out?" I repeated, looking scared as I couldn't remember any of this.
Since when had I done that?!
"Yeah. I thought you were going to eat me."
I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"What did I tie you with?"
"My tie, which you had stripped off of me before, remember?"
I remember stripping off his tie, that was as clear as anything. But tying him to the bed with it?
"I... I don't remember." I stuttered, still quite stunned.
"Of course you wouldn't. I'm making it all up."
I looked at him for a while; finally realising that nothing of the sort had happened. He was just making it all up. He grinned to himself as he watched me realise that I had been set up.
"Billie Joe Armstrong!" I cried, grabbing a pillow and hitting him over the head with it.
He put his arms out to protect himself, shielding me from him as I continued to whack the pillow against him, his laughs making me blush.
"You dirty pervert! Just because you WANTED me to tie you to the bed and fuck you again."
"Yeah, and don't you know it!"
My eyes widened again as I scrunched my face up, trying not to smile.
"Right that's it!"
I whacked the pillow over his head one more time, before scrambling up under the duvet and crawling on top of him, wrestling him. He tickled me in the ribs, causing me to double up with laughter. He grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me down onto him, as I tried to set myself free.
"Whatcha gonna do now huh?" He asked, still holding me down playfully on top of him as I stared into his eyes.
We gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, maybe hours, before I replied to him.
"This... " And I bent forward to kiss him on the lips once again.
Our kiss becoming deeper, he closed his eyes and kissed me just as delicately back.
"You know Stef," he started thoughtfully, looking up at me. "If I hadn't met you, I think I would be a different person."
I swallowed a little.
"Me too Billie. I think I would have given up a long time ago if it wasn't for you. I would have gone mad and yes, I WOULD have killed myself. You've given me something I would never have dreamed of. Something that I thought was always out of my reach. WAY out of my reach."
I rolled off of him and lay beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Well, it just shows that dreams do come true. And that's why I love you."
"What, because you feel sorry for me like everyone else?" I mocked, looking at him from the corner of my eyes.
"No, don't be silly. Because to me, you're a dream too. I never thought I'd fall in love again. But you made that possible."
I smiled to myself, breathing in deeply and my heart growing fonder towards the punk rocker.
"And I mean what I said last night." He added.
"What? Oh you mean 'nargh... ohhh... urgh... uhhh... Stef... oh Stef... ' " I moaned, impersonating Billie Joe from last night.
"Hmmm. That too," a grin falling across his face as I tried to outsmart him. "But I mean about always being here for you forever and taking care of you. Because it's what I want to do. Love you and care for you."
Stopping in taking the piss out of him, my heart swelled as I listened to him. He picked my wrists up in his hands as he reached over my body, gently stroking them. He kissed my hands and wrists delicately over my scars, as he continued to make his promise to me.
"And you'll never," kiss. "have to," kiss. "make these," kiss. "scars again." Kiss. "Because I'll be here to protect you, and make sure you won't have to go through that again to achieve these."
He studied my scars carefully, rolling my wrists about in a ball in his hands, running his fingers over them. It seemed to be his way of healing me. I watched as he did, his lips gently touching my scar tissue, making them suddenly feel so much better.
"I love you Billie Joe... " I whispered to him.
"And I love you too Stef. And nothing's going to make me change my mind."
He paused a little, thinking as I rubbed my nose against his.
"Although I am a little upset." He mentioned, giving me the puppy-eyed look as I quirked my eyebrow. "You got an oral and I didn't."
And then there was me thinking I had done something to hurt him again.
"I didn't ask for it!" I reminded him, constantly smiling.
"No, but you didn't turn the offer down did you?" He raised his brow, making me no other choice but to agree with him.
"So what are you trying to say? You're jealous?" I mocked.
"No. I'm just saying that a blowjob would have been nice."
"Next time." I smiled to him, winking. "Next time I'll give you a blowjob babe."
He licked his teeth, his eyes glinting. "I'll look forward to it."
We both lay in silence for a while again before I suddenly remembered something.
"Billie... "
"Yeah... "
"How did we end up IN bed? We fell asleep ON the bed, not in it. And we fell asleep at the end, there." I remembered, pointing to the end of the bed with my head.
"Well, after our marathon," he joked mildly. "I woke up and moved us into bed. You were kinda cold, plus I thought it would be nice for you to have a warm waking."
"You think of the most nicest things, you know that?" I complimented him, my heart fluttering.
"I try to."
He smiled before wrapping his arms around my waist once again, sneaking up to behind my back and both of us lying on our sides, both facing the same way. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he closed his eyes, taking my warmth in and resting against me peacefully - like this was where he had always wanted to be.
I looked at the wall, feeling Billie Joe's body wrap around me, but something or someone was on my mind.
Adrienne Armstrong.
I had just slept with her husband and a part of me felt so guilty. It had been what I had wanted for so long, and in a way I think Billie Joe felt that way too. But it pained on my heart like a sore, and I couldn't help but think about her. It was bad enough that they weren't talking, but now to know that he had officially cheated on her, it made me feel a little ashamed of myself. I felt sorry for her. But I hadn't planned for things to turn out the way they had. It hadn't set out to have Billie Joe. I sighed, knowing there was only one thing for me to do to help me rest my forever guilty mind. In fact, I couldn't even do it. Someone else had to.
"Billie Joe can you do something for me please." I asked, feeling slightly nervous.
"Sure. Anything for you babes." I heard him reply over my shoulder as he still lay against me with closed eyes.
"Go and see Adrienne." I simply said.
The room fell silent as he opened his eyes, his muscles tensing up a bit. He swallowed back a bit, clutching to me a little tighter - my question having ruined the moment.
"Why?" He asked a little stunned.
I wanted to tell him that I felt slightly guilty about what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to say it to him. To say that I felt wrong over the fact that we had slept together because deep down, we had both wanted it. So I didn't explain myself to him.
"Because, I just want you to." I sighed. "You need to tell her what happened to you. She has a right to know, she IS your right. Plus I'm sure Joey and Jakob will be thrilled to see their dad again. You've been gone for a while Billie Joe. I know that if I were them I would be thrilled to pieces to see you again. You need to sort things it."
It was silent. I waited for him to answer, but he didn't.
"Please Billie?" I asked him again, looking it him from the corner of my eye as he rested on my shoulder. "Do it for your family. And if for anyone, do it for yourself. Do it for me."
Billie Joe sighed, knowing that the subject of his wife and kids would appear at some stage. He just wasn't expecting it now, at this very moment. He looked down onto me, not knowing what to do. A part of him couldn't understand me, how I wanted him to go and see his wife just when we had sorted things out. How could he face her so soon? It burnt a butt in his mind.
He looked carefully at the tattoo that was placed on my shoulder. 'Billie Joe' in jet black ink, still raw from its printing.
Here he was, with the person he had wanted to be with for so long, and he was so lucky to be with her. Because through all that had happened, they had both somehow pulled through, given each other another chance.
And as much as he wanted to deny it, he knew I was right. He sighed, knowing that it had to be done sooner rather than later.
"Ok." He spoke softly before pausing. "Ok. I'll catch a plane tonight."
Trying to forget it easily, he snuggled up to me closer, pressing his face into my neck and taking in my scent.
"Thank you." I whispered, relieved a little in knowing something was going to be done to release the pressure.
I didn't know how he was going to explain a lot of things to her, like why I had taken her place at the Grammies, but I trusted him. It was just as much his neck on the line as mine.
"Only if you do something for me though." He added.
"Well, yeah, sure. What's that?" I sounded curious stretching over to face him.
A devilish smile appeared across his face.
"Give me the pleasure of letting me have you again."
I bit my lip, grinning madly as his eyes twinkled with an extra spark.
Within an instant, Billie Joe grabbed hold of me around the waist and dragged me under the duvet.
"This jockey hasn't run his race yet." He smiled, licking his lips and dragging me under the duvet with him.
"Billie!" I squealed in between fits of laughter as he draped the sheet over our heads. We both laughed, fumbling about without each other tangled in the sheets, grinning as he bent forward over me and whispered something into my ear.
"So, hows about that blowjob then?"
* * * * * * * *
"I'll just have a coffee please. Nothing added, nothing taken out thanks." Mike told the waitress behind the counter, searching for loose change in his trouser pocket.
"You don't want any sugar with it Mike?" I asked as I stood next to him.
We both stood at the counter, waiting for our coffee's - one with sugar, one without.
"Nah," he grumbled. "I like to keep it strong. Wakes me up more to have something strong kick me in the nuts than something sweet."
"Well now I know how to treat you in the morning the day I wake up next to you." I remarked, causing him to grin.
He winked at me. "You've got it."
Billie Joe and Tre stood a little further away, waiting for us to pick up our coffees.
"So how'd things between you two go last night then?" Tre asked the guitarist.
Billie Joe shoved his hands into his front trouser pockets as he thought to himself for a bit.
"It went good."
"Good. Just good?"
"Yeah. Good."
Tre smirked a bit to himself as he studied Billie's profile.
"So I take it you two fucked each other senseless then?"
"No." Billie replied, lying. "We just talked that's all."
Tre sucked his cheeks in boredom, before sighing.
"Yup. You two fucked."
"What? Tre we - "
Billie was cut short before he could make up another lie.
"Come off of it Billie. Since when did you 'just talk?' I know you. You've had this big grin on your face all morning. What am I supposed to think? You just had the biggest wank of your life?!"
Billie Joe laughed to himself.
No, he thought. But that would be pretty awesome.
"Come on, seriously Billie. I haven't seen you this happy in a long time, so something must have happened. And believe me, no wank in the world can bring that big of a smile to your face. Only I can do that!"
The two friends laughed, Tre boasting a bit about his habits. Billie felt good in the way that he and Tre were talking again, because to be honest, he had missed his friendship with the crazy drummer. Yes, he had hurt him by calling him a cunt and saying those things to him at the Grammies - but things had changed. Everything was slowly piecing together.
"Besides," Tre went to add again. "There's no point in denying that you didn't. Everyone heard you."
Billie's heart stopped, his muscles seizing as he just stared at the drummer.
"You... you did?" he stuttered, feeling a hot flush.
"No. But that just proves that you DID get it on." Tre laughed.
Billie Joe's eyes widened, hitting Tre's arm suddenly in embarrassment and feeling his cheeks turn a little red.
"Tre you arsehole!"
Mike and I stood waiting at the counter still as we watched our coffees being made.
"I take it you and Billie are ok now then?" He asked, trying to make it sound casual.
"Yeaah." I muttered, not looking up at him.
He quirked his eyebrow, smiling to himself a little knowingly.
"Something you're not telling me?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
"Hmmm?" I hummed, trying to veer away from the subject.
"You wanna tell me why you're trying to avoid the subject?"
"I'm just... tired... that's all Mike. Just real tired. We were up a lot last night, just... talking... and... stuff. Getting things sorted." I lied, avoiding eye contact with him still.
"So is that why you're avoiding to look at me? Because you're tired?"
Just to prove him wrong I looked right up at him, but my eyes said it all. That something HAD happened, and Mike seemed to pick up on it.
"You sure?" He asked again, making me a little anxious.
"Yeah. I'll be fine once I've had my coffee."
He watched in thought as I nervously picked up my coffee that had just appeared in front of me at the counter. I quickly put my lips to the polystyrene cup, sipping on the hot drink. It burnt my tongue a little, bit still all the same drank it. Mike followed, picking up his cup too.
"Well, only if you're sure." He told me.
We both turned round and headed towards Billie and Tre, our drinks cupped inside of our hands. Billie smiled as we approached them, Tre grinning too much for my comfort.
"Mike! You'll never guess what!" He cried excitedly.
Mike quirked his eyebrow once again as he bent his lips towards the edge of the cup and took a sip.
"Stef and Billie fucked last night!"
Mike suddenly spat his coffee back into its cup, staring at Billie as he widened his eyes, trying to adjust to what he had just heard. Billie Joe's cheeks turned red, smiling guiltily like only a child would do.
Mike blinked a few times, before turning his head to the side to look at me. I looked down at the floor sheepishly, biting the inside of my cheek and cursing Tre inside my head.
Damn you Tre. Damn dam you!
Mike continued to burn a hole into me with his eyes, giving me no chance but to just look away.
"Just talking, eh?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. "Hmmm. My arse."
