A Note Don't Come Easy, chapter 5
I sat on the balcony of my hotel room, leaning over the edge of the rail. I stared out into the distance, just like Billie Joe had done a few hours after my 'little cry.' The breeze blew gently through my hair, as the moon beamed down onto me and my guitar, which was beside me. It was like a pet, went everywhere I went. I couldn't go without it. As I sat transfixed on the horizon, I sat and thought about Billie Joe. I wondered how he was, and worst of all, I wondered if I could ever look him in the eye again. I felt so bad, but me being me, I never thought. I picked up my guitar from beside me and placed it on my lap. The moonlight shone on the strings, showing the dents and various marks. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I softly started strumming the first notes of Are We The Waiting. I just played and played and played, still staring out into the night. I sat deep in thought, repeating the same notes over and over again.
"Hey."
I stopped quickly and turned to the direction of the voice. Tre was standing on the balcony next to me, a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt that was 2 sizes too big for him. He yawned stretched up with his arms so that his T-Shirt rode up. His hair was a muffled and squashed to one side from where he had been lying.
"Don't you ever put that thing down?"
"Sorry Tre," I said smiling and leaning on my guitar. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I forgot that you were asleep."
"You forgot?" Tre asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. "You just happened to forget that the whole entire nation was sleeping?!?"
I laughed at his remark and turned again to look out at the horizon. Billie Joe. Was Billie Joe ok? I didn't know whether to ask Tre or not, I felt so awkward. All day I had been feeling awkward.
"Tre," I asked without even turning to face him. "Is Billie Joe ok?"
There was a silence which seemed to last forever. I was so glad when Tre answered.
"Yeah, he just, you know...got wound up. It must be hard. Having your dad die so young. Touring and stuff just gets hold of him. It more frustrating then you think. Geeze, I'm the only one who's childhood was ok. Billie Joe and Mike both had tough childhoods. I must of gotton lucky."
I smiled again and picke dup my guitar to go inside.
"Hey Stef."
I turned to look at Tre, who had now opened the door to go back inside.
"I'm sorry about earlier. You know, the whole biting your head off and having sex with you thing."
I laughed and looked away in embarrassment.
"It's ok Tre," I told him. "It was funny now come to think of it."
We smiled at eachother, and he turned to close door just after he had managed to say;
"See you tomorrow."
I picked up my guitar for the 3rd and final time and went inside. I fell onto my bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling. Fucking hell, today was weird. Then before I knew it, I started thinking about Billie Joe again. God, he's so fucking amazing and gorgeous, but I just had to wait until tomorrow to see what happened.
* * * * * * * *
God, my head felt heavy. I wasn't pissed or anything was I? No I wasn't. My eyes felt like they were gonna bleed, I was so tired, and Jet-lagged. All I could remember was my conversation with Tre. Oh yeah, and Billie Joe giving me lessons, Mike knocking on my door, and not to mention Billie Joe nearly crying. Shit, Billie Joe. I had to talk to him. I had only met him yesterday, but yet I felt so responsible. I got up out of my bed as quickly as I could and put on my clothes from yesterday. I quickly scribbled on some eyeliner and went to knock on the room next door. I waited for ages, well it seemed like ages anyway, but it was only 5 minutes. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down the corridor, hoping they would come round the corner any minute. I finally gave in to the fact that they weren't there and headed down into the restaurant to grab some munch for breakfast. I picked up a slice of bread and buttered it with butter and jam. By the time I had finished with it, it looked demented, but I didn't care. I was so hungry. I gobbled the final piece, and walke dout of the restaurant and down the hall, watching my feet while in deep thought. I collided with someone as I went, causing them to spill coffee all over their shirt and jacket.
"Oh god, look im sorry" I said without even looking at the person.
I couldn't be bothered to look. They were probably thinking what the fuck is she doing in a posh hotel like this? I finally took the courage to look up, when my heart skipped beats agin, just like they had yesterday.
"Shit" I managed to stammer from my mouth.
Billie Joe stood infront of me covered in coffee, ruining his jacket. That was teice I had ruined his jacket and twice I had probably pissed him off.
"Its ok kid," he said brushing the substance of his jacket as much as he could. I loved it when he called me kid. "It can be fixed."
"Billie Joe," I butted in before he could escape aain. 2I'm really sorry about last night. I mean, I just didn't think. I never do, I mean, I never meant to hurt you. I just played that song because it was relevant to me. Like you said it had to have meaning..."
He frowned with a smige of a msile on his face. God, don't smile Billie. It's killing me. It's not what I need now. I tried to carry on, but I wasn't making any sense.
"What I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry if I upset you by playing...that song. I never meant to remind you of your dad."
He smiled and nudged me with his fist playfully.
"It's ok. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of ran off like that. I'm the one who should be saying sorry."
Thank God he wa sok, I had slept because of him. I felt a huge weight come off my shouders.
"Telly ou what," he started. "To make up for it, I'll take you down town so you look at all the guitars and stuff. I know some people down there so it shouldn't be a problem."
My face beamed with excitment, and he smiled THAT SMILE again at the look upon my face.
"Thankyou so much!" I squeled, stampeding towards him, and hugging him tightly.
"Hey, it's fine. No probs." He put his arm on my back and patted it lightly before coming away from my grasp.
I didn't want him to let go. It felt strange, but nice strange.
"I'll pick you up about 3 outside the hotel in the parking lot ok?" He called behind him, walking back up the stairs to his room.
I never got to answer as he had already turned up the stairs before I fully understood what was going on. I didn't know what to think. This was all so un-real. This was like a whole different thing to me. Not once had I thought about my family sinse I got here. Except for the crying last night. I bet they never even knew I'd gone. I felt as if I'd cheated them, but this was so fucking good. I was having the time of my life. Infact, I had even forgotten why I'd actually come to America. Oh yeah, it was to win a competition to see Green Day in concert...and somehow, it felt I had already won it.
"Hey."
I stopped quickly and turned to the direction of the voice. Tre was standing on the balcony next to me, a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt that was 2 sizes too big for him. He yawned stretched up with his arms so that his T-Shirt rode up. His hair was a muffled and squashed to one side from where he had been lying.
"Don't you ever put that thing down?"
"Sorry Tre," I said smiling and leaning on my guitar. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I forgot that you were asleep."
"You forgot?" Tre asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. "You just happened to forget that the whole entire nation was sleeping?!?"
I laughed at his remark and turned again to look out at the horizon. Billie Joe. Was Billie Joe ok? I didn't know whether to ask Tre or not, I felt so awkward. All day I had been feeling awkward.
"Tre," I asked without even turning to face him. "Is Billie Joe ok?"
There was a silence which seemed to last forever. I was so glad when Tre answered.
"Yeah, he just, you know...got wound up. It must be hard. Having your dad die so young. Touring and stuff just gets hold of him. It more frustrating then you think. Geeze, I'm the only one who's childhood was ok. Billie Joe and Mike both had tough childhoods. I must of gotton lucky."
I smiled again and picke dup my guitar to go inside.
"Hey Stef."
I turned to look at Tre, who had now opened the door to go back inside.
"I'm sorry about earlier. You know, the whole biting your head off and having sex with you thing."
I laughed and looked away in embarrassment.
"It's ok Tre," I told him. "It was funny now come to think of it."
We smiled at eachother, and he turned to close door just after he had managed to say;
"See you tomorrow."
I picked up my guitar for the 3rd and final time and went inside. I fell onto my bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling. Fucking hell, today was weird. Then before I knew it, I started thinking about Billie Joe again. God, he's so fucking amazing and gorgeous, but I just had to wait until tomorrow to see what happened.
* * * * * * * *
God, my head felt heavy. I wasn't pissed or anything was I? No I wasn't. My eyes felt like they were gonna bleed, I was so tired, and Jet-lagged. All I could remember was my conversation with Tre. Oh yeah, and Billie Joe giving me lessons, Mike knocking on my door, and not to mention Billie Joe nearly crying. Shit, Billie Joe. I had to talk to him. I had only met him yesterday, but yet I felt so responsible. I got up out of my bed as quickly as I could and put on my clothes from yesterday. I quickly scribbled on some eyeliner and went to knock on the room next door. I waited for ages, well it seemed like ages anyway, but it was only 5 minutes. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down the corridor, hoping they would come round the corner any minute. I finally gave in to the fact that they weren't there and headed down into the restaurant to grab some munch for breakfast. I picked up a slice of bread and buttered it with butter and jam. By the time I had finished with it, it looked demented, but I didn't care. I was so hungry. I gobbled the final piece, and walke dout of the restaurant and down the hall, watching my feet while in deep thought. I collided with someone as I went, causing them to spill coffee all over their shirt and jacket.
"Oh god, look im sorry" I said without even looking at the person.
I couldn't be bothered to look. They were probably thinking what the fuck is she doing in a posh hotel like this? I finally took the courage to look up, when my heart skipped beats agin, just like they had yesterday.
"Shit" I managed to stammer from my mouth.
Billie Joe stood infront of me covered in coffee, ruining his jacket. That was teice I had ruined his jacket and twice I had probably pissed him off.
"Its ok kid," he said brushing the substance of his jacket as much as he could. I loved it when he called me kid. "It can be fixed."
"Billie Joe," I butted in before he could escape aain. 2I'm really sorry about last night. I mean, I just didn't think. I never do, I mean, I never meant to hurt you. I just played that song because it was relevant to me. Like you said it had to have meaning..."
He frowned with a smige of a msile on his face. God, don't smile Billie. It's killing me. It's not what I need now. I tried to carry on, but I wasn't making any sense.
"What I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry if I upset you by playing...that song. I never meant to remind you of your dad."
He smiled and nudged me with his fist playfully.
"It's ok. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of ran off like that. I'm the one who should be saying sorry."
Thank God he wa sok, I had slept because of him. I felt a huge weight come off my shouders.
"Telly ou what," he started. "To make up for it, I'll take you down town so you look at all the guitars and stuff. I know some people down there so it shouldn't be a problem."
My face beamed with excitment, and he smiled THAT SMILE again at the look upon my face.
"Thankyou so much!" I squeled, stampeding towards him, and hugging him tightly.
"Hey, it's fine. No probs." He put his arm on my back and patted it lightly before coming away from my grasp.
I didn't want him to let go. It felt strange, but nice strange.
"I'll pick you up about 3 outside the hotel in the parking lot ok?" He called behind him, walking back up the stairs to his room.
I never got to answer as he had already turned up the stairs before I fully understood what was going on. I didn't know what to think. This was all so un-real. This was like a whole different thing to me. Not once had I thought about my family sinse I got here. Except for the crying last night. I bet they never even knew I'd gone. I felt as if I'd cheated them, but this was so fucking good. I was having the time of my life. Infact, I had even forgotten why I'd actually come to America. Oh yeah, it was to win a competition to see Green Day in concert...and somehow, it felt I had already won it.
