A Note Don't Come Easy, chapter 51
Fate fell short this time
Smile fades in the summer
Place your hand in mine
I'll leave when I wanna
I just stared at him, my mouth falling open and tears starting to form in my eyes.
Swallowing back a lump in my throat that was painful when I did, I bit my bottom lip as he smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"I want you back." He admitted, his eyes sunken and tiresome. "That's if you'll let me."
My eyes narrowing as the tears fell, I got up from my seat and ran straight into his arms, hugging him so tight whilst wrapping my arms around his neck.
"How'd you find me?" I asked, sobbing.
"I followed my heart. Like you said, if I wanted you, I would find you. And I did nothing but that."
He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing my skin softly.
I let out a sob against him before he pulled me back to look at my face and into my eyes.
"I'm never going to do that to you again." He told me, trying to hold back his own tears whilst shaking his head.
And then, so softly, he leant forward and placed his lips upon mine and we closed our eyes. He cupped the sides of my face with his hands as I placed mine upon them, stroking them and melting against him.
The first time we had kissed in about 4 weeks.
And as we did, the clock struck twelve outside and everyone around us cheered, hugging each other in the celebration and raising their glasses.
And then there was Billie Joe and I in the corner, away from the main celebrating and wrapped within our embrace still.
Breaking apart, he sighed.
"I've said sorry too many times." He stared. "So I'm not going to say it again. Instead, I'm going to ask you to forgive me."
Looking into his eyes I nodded.
How could I not forgive him?
"Of course I will Billie Joe." I told him, putting my hand to the side of his face as he smiled back at me o so sweetly. "I can't stop loving you. And if I couldn't be with you, I would rather not live. Because to be honest... my life isn't worth living if you're not in it. It'd be empty and meaningless."
"And you've made me a totally different person Stef. We've had our bad moments I know, but I treasure the good ones forever. And I will take them to my grave with me. Because I love you so much, and if you ever walked away from me...I don't think I could cope anymore."
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him close like he was about to run off away from me again.
"How'd you get away?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I told Adrienne about what happened between Tre and I - that we'd had a fight. She knew it was bugging me so she told me to go find him and fix any broken feelings and that I could take all night if I wanted."
"She not mind you being away for New Year's?"
He shook his head whilst sighing. "She knows how I can get, and she knows that my friendship with Tre's more important and that there's plenty more New Year's to see together."
"So, did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Make it up with Tre?"
"Yeah. We had a talk, and we're friends again now. We've put it behind us."
"Well good. 'Cos you did beat the shit out of him."
"Would you rather me fight for you or not?" he asked half heartedly, letting out a light laugh as I smiled.
"Just, don't do that again, ok?" I told him.
"I won't. Because I won't ever let that happen again for us to all get into that state."
After a moments silence between us and the noise coming from everyone else in the bar, he titled his head towards the door.
"Wanna go find some alphabet soup?" He asked shyly.
"Hell yes."
Grinning, he took my hand and together we escaped through the swarm of people and out of the bar - fireworks going off above us and reflecting off of the river that ran past the bar.
There seemed to be nobody outside - everyone inside somewhere partying. It was just us two, gliding across the boulevards. Taking my hand, he led me towards a hotel.
"Room for two please. And make it quick if you don't mind. Don't want anybody to know we're here." He told the receptionist, who took his card and details and gave him a key.
Quickly we ran through the small lobby where no one could see us, and up to the 6th floor where the room was.
Reaching outside of the door, Billie Joe opened it before turning around and scooping me up in his arms like a newly wed couple.
"What about alphabet soup?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking into his eyes.
"It came to mind that there would be no place open to get any since it's New Year's." He spoke, before smirking to himself. "But we don't need to spell out things to say how much we love each other. I know there's plenty of other ways in which we could do that."
Grinning, I leant up to kiss him softly again before he took me into the darkened room; closing the door behind him and letting our voices become muted to the celebrating world.
I love you the world Billie Joe, I want you.
I love you so much Stef, please let me have you.
*
1st January 2006.
Billie Joe pressed his nose into the crook of my neck, taking in my scent and snuggling up next to me, like in a spooning position.
Wrapping his arms around me he held me close and sighed deeply.
I shifted in my sleep, feeling his hands around my waist and tossing over to face him - eyes still closed.
He smirked, and pressed his nose against mine before he started to sing to himself.
"I got sunshine, on a cloudy day... " He started to sing softly to himself, watching me.
"When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May..."
Smiling to himself as I stirred he took me in his arms and cradled me over him, continuing to sing.
"I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl... "
"Why are you singing motown?" I sleepily asked, opening my eyes and looking confused at him.
I tried to turn over, rolling off of him but he just grabbed hold of me and pulled me back to him.
"Talking 'bout my girl... " he sang out loud, looking up at me.
I looked confusingly, smirking at him and how he was singing to me at the top of his voice first thing in the morning.
"My girl!!!"
I laughed, as he closed his eyes to sing the next verse.
"I've got so much honey... " he sang, going high pitched and pulling a face as he did.
"The bees envy me," I sang along.
He smiled, pulling me down on top of him as he opened his mouth to sing again. "I've got the sweetest song, than the birds in the trees - Well!"
I burst out laughing, sitting up against his chest.
"I'd guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl... "
"You never told me you sang motown." I laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He looked up at me and into my eyes, and smiled.
"I don't. But the song fits."
I sighed, rolling off of him and going to climb out of the bed just before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in.
"Stay... " he told me, hugging me tight to him. "I haven't been able to do this for so long."
"What? Sing motown?" I asked sarcastically, laughing.
He smirked.
"No. Hold you."
"Me too. Me too." I replied, snuggling into his side and folding my legs up at the knees and pressing them into him.
"You know," he started; his arm underneath my neck and head. "I think I've had enough of hotels lately. You?"
I looked at him. "Yeah. I guess so."
"One day we'll have a place of our own." He told me, smiling. "And then we can run round butt naked as much as we like and do it everywhere and anywhere."
I quirked an eyebrow. "And we don't do that already?"
He laughed.
"Sure, the frolic here and there's good, but don't you want freedom? I wanna scream my orgasm, not hold it in and make myself turn blue because Mr. Smith next door might hear."
I giggled.
"I feel so restricted and I just wanna... you know... get out of this routine... "
Well Id hope that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the stories plainer like this
Just like a paper back novel
Let's re-write it and give a name that fits
Instead of a Hollywood Horror
"The bed not good enough then?" I asked him as he snapped his head up to look at me.
"Oh yeah sure, the bed." He mumbled.
"We can always try it different ways." I suddenly blurted out, grinning.
He studied my profile, trying to keep a straight face... and hide the bulge in his boxers.
That's not what I'm trying to get at, he thought to himself. I'm trying to tell her I want us as a couple in general to be able to do more stuff, not fuck...but we could do the fucking too.
"I... er... " he stuttered, putting his hands to the duvet to cover his lower region.
Leaning forward I kissed him softly on the lips, and he couldn't help but kiss back and pull me down and on top of him, never stopping.
"I thought you wanted freedom," I said in between kisses and breaths of air. "Get out of routine of using the bed... "
"Hmmm... yeah... " he gasped, continuously pressing his lips against mine, and then trailing down my skin.
"Billie... " I groaned in his ear.
"Hmmm?"
"I feel dirty. I haven't had a shower since yesterday... "
Looking up suddenly, his eyes grew wide as an idea sprung into his mind. A hint of mischief appeared in his eyes and he smiled to himself, looking at me and crawling off of the bed.
"I'll run you a shower." He told me suddenly, climbing out from underneath me and heading into the bathroom suite.
Biting my bottom lip I smiled to myself, climbing out from under the duvet and following him in the bathroom suite.
As he stood, back faced to the door and leaning back from turning on the shower, I crept up behind him and pressed myself against his naked back, snaking my arms around his waist.
Kissing his salty skin he reached his hand to feel the running water against his hand to feel the warmth of it.
Turning around, he kissed me again, backing against the shower.
Taking off my T-Shirt I threw it on the floor in a heap - one of Billie Joe's that he had been wearing yesterday that I had slipped on.
Then there was no going back as he disposed of the rest of the clothing, his boxers being the only thing on him to start with.
Stepping into the shower quickly, Billie Joe following, the water fell down our bodies, the gap between them closing when Billie Joe pinned me to the wall.
And then no more time was wasted.
*
"We'll definitely be using the shower again." Billie Joe smiled, kissing my cheek as he dried himself clean with a towel.
Sitting on the lid of the toilet wearing the T-Shirt of Billie Joe's again, I watched him rub his hair through with the towel.
"So, that out of routine enough for you?" I asked him, biting one of my nails as I did.
He laughed slightly.
"When I meant what I said, I wasn't talking about the sex."
I quirked an eyebrow.
"You weren't?"
"No. But I won't complain on the behalf of that. We'll just include it." He laughed to himself, wrapping the towel around his middle. "What I was trying to say is that, one day, I plan to have a place with you. You know, somewhere to call our own?"
"You already have a home to go to."
"But you don't. And kick my ass for saying this but even if you did, you would be on your own wouldn't you? I mean, we'll have a house together one day. Just you and me. And then if you wanted, we could work on the population... "
"You mean kids?" I questioned, watching him carefully as he sat on the edge of the bath, facing me.
"Yeah. We'll have a mini you and me running around the house." He smiled, imagining it all in his head and liking the idea.
"Not meaning to sound cold but, have you thought about how Adrienne would come into this?" I asked him.
He wrinkled his nose up as he sighed. "She'll have to live with it."
"And you would tell her all of this?"
He stood up and walked out into the suite, causing me to follow him as he turned on the kettle for some coffee.
"She's got to know sometime." He sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, you're planning on telling her?"
"Yeah, but... I just got to wait for the right moment. After what happened back at mine," he trailed off as he ran his hand through his damp hair. "I just can't let things get like that again... I can't let this go on. And as hypocritical as this sounds, the more I leave it, the harder it'll be to tell her."
He looked up at me with scared sad eyes. Slowly walking towards him, I sat down next to him on the bed and linked arms with him, leaning into his side and snuggling against him.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, Somehow
I'm gonna make it alright but not right now
"Well, whatever you do, I'll always back you up. And when things get tough for you, I'll always be here."
He lowered his head and looked down at me as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Why do you love me Stef?" He asked, catching me off guard. "I've messed you about so many times and still you always take me back and love me. Why?"
"Because... because that's just it Billie Joe." I tried to explain to him. "I love you. And when I love someone, it's kinda like the sun shines out of their arse."
He snickered.
"I love you with all my heart," I carried on. "And all I ever want is to be with you. You have my heart and that's the honest truth. I... I don't know how to explain it but... I just can't stop loving you. It'd be un-human for me to do so."
"Then God made me a very lucky person then."
"No," I corrected. "God made me the lucky person."
*
As promised, Mike took me to have my hair done at the salon - my Christmas present from him. And I was so god damn excited.
I practically ran into the salon, squealing with delight at the thought that I could anything done that I wanted.
It was the end of January, and it had been a week ago that the guys of Green Day had all met up for the first time since their last gig in Australia in December. And that was all of them; Jason White, Freese and Ronnie Blake included.
And I know what you're thinking - bit of a late Christmas present.
But things had been so hectic the last couple of weeks there just hadn't been any time before hand.
And to my relief, Billie Joe and Tre had put their differences aside once again and put the past behind them. All seemed good again, just the way I always wanted it. But there still seemed to be a twinge of doubt every so often creeping from the back of my mind when Billie would look at Tre sometimes. But I always told myself I was being paranoid.
So whilst Mike was taking me to the salon, Tre had gone to visit Emma - and to a place that that no one knew the location to. No one knew where he was or how long he would be gone for, all we did know was that he was going to hook up with Emma - the girl he had met sometime at the end of last year.
And Billie Joe was in town too, but had left me to go off with Mike whilst he went to do a bit of shopping.
"Oh wow, look at that! No! I want that color... " I jumped about excitedly, looking in all the display cabinets. "No, no... no that one. This one... holy crap... I want that done too. I like that... "
The bassist laughed as he watched me dart from one cabinet to the other, calling me when the assistant came to the front desk to attend to us.
*
"You like it?" The hairdresser asked, putting a mirror in front of me and giving me a view of my hair for the first time.
"I love it!" I squealed with delight, waving my arms in the air and wanting to jump about.
I turned to Mike, who had been sat reading Guitar Monthly whilst drinking coffee for the past almost two hours.
"Thank you so much!" I told him, running at him and hugging him tight.
With a fresh new side fringe and red highlights now implanted in my thick brown hair I ran to the mirror to look again as Mike paid for the treatment.
Quickly shoving my hand in my pocket, I picked out my cell to see that Billie Joe was calling me.
"I have a surprise for you." He told me, before hanging up.
Shaking off my confusion, I re-pocketed my cell and both Mike and I exited the salon and around the corner.
"Now Billie told us to meet him at Starbucks round about now, so I guess we better meet him." He said as we walked across the road and into Starbucks.
"Mike," I started as we walked through the door. "Billie Joe said he had a supri - "
I stopped in my tracks as my eyes feel upon a now-head-thick-with-blonde-hair-Billie Joe.
"That-that's your surprise?" I asked him, staring. "You dyed your hair? You got your hair done?!"
He snickered. "You not like?"
It took me a while to find the words to speak.
"I... well... it's not that I... don't like... just... Jesus... bit of a shock!"
He laughed, pulling me towards him. "Blonde's have more fun."
"Great. More bondage." I said sarcastically, which made him laugh.
"Well you can talk." He grinned, looking at my hair. "Gone for the fiery wild side now, eh?"
"At least mine's not as bloody obvious as yours."
"Jesus Billie," Mike cried, his turn to stare at the hair now. "Talk about the drastic color change."
Pulling up a stool and sitting down next to us, he continued to stare at his best friend's hair.
Sipping on a Latte and Mike ordering himself another coffee, Billie Joe kissed me softly on the cheek.
And I could tell that he was a lot happier than what he had been in a while, and it made me both excited and scared.
Excited for the fact that Billie Joe and I were starting a life together, but scared because of the things we had to do and the people we had to face in order to be able to start that life.
"Ok, so we gonna do a gig on the 24th then?" Mike asked, picking up his coffee and taking a gulp.
He was talking about the gig they had been asked to do next month before they went back into the studio.
"Yeah, I think it'll do us good." Billie replied nodding. "We haven't done a proper gig for nearly two months now. It'll be... refreshing."
"We gonna do something special?" Mike asked, looking at the guitarist over the edge of his cup. "Or keep to the old schedule?"
"Well, I did have one idea." He said, turning to me.
"What?" I asked giving him a questioning look before he turned back to Mike.
"How about Stef come play with us for a song?" He suggested, causing me to fall off of my chair.
"You... what?!" I cried, staring at him, my eyes widened.
Mike watched as I stared at Billie Joe, raising an eyebrow. "Billie are you sure?"
"Why not?" He simply answered.
"You want me to play in front of thousands of your fans?" I asked, making sure. "Are you fucking nuts?!"
"You can play guitar right?"
"Billie Joe, you KNOW I can play guitar - "
"Well then. Kinda says it all doesn't it?"
"But... but... " I tried to defend myself. "I haven't played in months! You know I haven't touched my guitar since before we flew to England."
"Well then, you better start practicing." He told me, picking up his Latte and drinking the rest of it, blonde hair shining under the light and all.
"I think the hair dye's gone to your head." I muttered, rolling my eyes and trying to make sense in it all.
But he won me over. I was going to play with Green Day on stage in front of hundreds of their fans next month.
And if it wasn't what he had said in Starbucks that had convinced me, then it was what he did to me in the bedroom under the bed sheets later that night that did.
You don't always have to fuck her hard, in fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you got to make some love - and fucking give her some smooches too
Sometimes you've got to squeeze/Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you got to say
Hey, I'm gonna fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fucking fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard.
Smile fades in the summer
Place your hand in mine
I'll leave when I wanna
I just stared at him, my mouth falling open and tears starting to form in my eyes.
Swallowing back a lump in my throat that was painful when I did, I bit my bottom lip as he smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"I want you back." He admitted, his eyes sunken and tiresome. "That's if you'll let me."
My eyes narrowing as the tears fell, I got up from my seat and ran straight into his arms, hugging him so tight whilst wrapping my arms around his neck.
"How'd you find me?" I asked, sobbing.
"I followed my heart. Like you said, if I wanted you, I would find you. And I did nothing but that."
He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing my skin softly.
I let out a sob against him before he pulled me back to look at my face and into my eyes.
"I'm never going to do that to you again." He told me, trying to hold back his own tears whilst shaking his head.
And then, so softly, he leant forward and placed his lips upon mine and we closed our eyes. He cupped the sides of my face with his hands as I placed mine upon them, stroking them and melting against him.
The first time we had kissed in about 4 weeks.
And as we did, the clock struck twelve outside and everyone around us cheered, hugging each other in the celebration and raising their glasses.
And then there was Billie Joe and I in the corner, away from the main celebrating and wrapped within our embrace still.
Breaking apart, he sighed.
"I've said sorry too many times." He stared. "So I'm not going to say it again. Instead, I'm going to ask you to forgive me."
Looking into his eyes I nodded.
How could I not forgive him?
"Of course I will Billie Joe." I told him, putting my hand to the side of his face as he smiled back at me o so sweetly. "I can't stop loving you. And if I couldn't be with you, I would rather not live. Because to be honest... my life isn't worth living if you're not in it. It'd be empty and meaningless."
"And you've made me a totally different person Stef. We've had our bad moments I know, but I treasure the good ones forever. And I will take them to my grave with me. Because I love you so much, and if you ever walked away from me...I don't think I could cope anymore."
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him close like he was about to run off away from me again.
"How'd you get away?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I told Adrienne about what happened between Tre and I - that we'd had a fight. She knew it was bugging me so she told me to go find him and fix any broken feelings and that I could take all night if I wanted."
"She not mind you being away for New Year's?"
He shook his head whilst sighing. "She knows how I can get, and she knows that my friendship with Tre's more important and that there's plenty more New Year's to see together."
"So, did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Make it up with Tre?"
"Yeah. We had a talk, and we're friends again now. We've put it behind us."
"Well good. 'Cos you did beat the shit out of him."
"Would you rather me fight for you or not?" he asked half heartedly, letting out a light laugh as I smiled.
"Just, don't do that again, ok?" I told him.
"I won't. Because I won't ever let that happen again for us to all get into that state."
After a moments silence between us and the noise coming from everyone else in the bar, he titled his head towards the door.
"Wanna go find some alphabet soup?" He asked shyly.
"Hell yes."
Grinning, he took my hand and together we escaped through the swarm of people and out of the bar - fireworks going off above us and reflecting off of the river that ran past the bar.
There seemed to be nobody outside - everyone inside somewhere partying. It was just us two, gliding across the boulevards. Taking my hand, he led me towards a hotel.
"Room for two please. And make it quick if you don't mind. Don't want anybody to know we're here." He told the receptionist, who took his card and details and gave him a key.
Quickly we ran through the small lobby where no one could see us, and up to the 6th floor where the room was.
Reaching outside of the door, Billie Joe opened it before turning around and scooping me up in his arms like a newly wed couple.
"What about alphabet soup?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking into his eyes.
"It came to mind that there would be no place open to get any since it's New Year's." He spoke, before smirking to himself. "But we don't need to spell out things to say how much we love each other. I know there's plenty of other ways in which we could do that."
Grinning, I leant up to kiss him softly again before he took me into the darkened room; closing the door behind him and letting our voices become muted to the celebrating world.
I love you the world Billie Joe, I want you.
I love you so much Stef, please let me have you.
*
1st January 2006.
Billie Joe pressed his nose into the crook of my neck, taking in my scent and snuggling up next to me, like in a spooning position.
Wrapping his arms around me he held me close and sighed deeply.
I shifted in my sleep, feeling his hands around my waist and tossing over to face him - eyes still closed.
He smirked, and pressed his nose against mine before he started to sing to himself.
"I got sunshine, on a cloudy day... " He started to sing softly to himself, watching me.
"When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May..."
Smiling to himself as I stirred he took me in his arms and cradled me over him, continuing to sing.
"I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl... "
"Why are you singing motown?" I sleepily asked, opening my eyes and looking confused at him.
I tried to turn over, rolling off of him but he just grabbed hold of me and pulled me back to him.
"Talking 'bout my girl... " he sang out loud, looking up at me.
I looked confusingly, smirking at him and how he was singing to me at the top of his voice first thing in the morning.
"My girl!!!"
I laughed, as he closed his eyes to sing the next verse.
"I've got so much honey... " he sang, going high pitched and pulling a face as he did.
"The bees envy me," I sang along.
He smiled, pulling me down on top of him as he opened his mouth to sing again. "I've got the sweetest song, than the birds in the trees - Well!"
I burst out laughing, sitting up against his chest.
"I'd guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl... "
"You never told me you sang motown." I laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He looked up at me and into my eyes, and smiled.
"I don't. But the song fits."
I sighed, rolling off of him and going to climb out of the bed just before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in.
"Stay... " he told me, hugging me tight to him. "I haven't been able to do this for so long."
"What? Sing motown?" I asked sarcastically, laughing.
He smirked.
"No. Hold you."
"Me too. Me too." I replied, snuggling into his side and folding my legs up at the knees and pressing them into him.
"You know," he started; his arm underneath my neck and head. "I think I've had enough of hotels lately. You?"
I looked at him. "Yeah. I guess so."
"One day we'll have a place of our own." He told me, smiling. "And then we can run round butt naked as much as we like and do it everywhere and anywhere."
I quirked an eyebrow. "And we don't do that already?"
He laughed.
"Sure, the frolic here and there's good, but don't you want freedom? I wanna scream my orgasm, not hold it in and make myself turn blue because Mr. Smith next door might hear."
I giggled.
"I feel so restricted and I just wanna... you know... get out of this routine... "
Well Id hope that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the stories plainer like this
Just like a paper back novel
Let's re-write it and give a name that fits
Instead of a Hollywood Horror
"The bed not good enough then?" I asked him as he snapped his head up to look at me.
"Oh yeah sure, the bed." He mumbled.
"We can always try it different ways." I suddenly blurted out, grinning.
He studied my profile, trying to keep a straight face... and hide the bulge in his boxers.
That's not what I'm trying to get at, he thought to himself. I'm trying to tell her I want us as a couple in general to be able to do more stuff, not fuck...but we could do the fucking too.
"I... er... " he stuttered, putting his hands to the duvet to cover his lower region.
Leaning forward I kissed him softly on the lips, and he couldn't help but kiss back and pull me down and on top of him, never stopping.
"I thought you wanted freedom," I said in between kisses and breaths of air. "Get out of routine of using the bed... "
"Hmmm... yeah... " he gasped, continuously pressing his lips against mine, and then trailing down my skin.
"Billie... " I groaned in his ear.
"Hmmm?"
"I feel dirty. I haven't had a shower since yesterday... "
Looking up suddenly, his eyes grew wide as an idea sprung into his mind. A hint of mischief appeared in his eyes and he smiled to himself, looking at me and crawling off of the bed.
"I'll run you a shower." He told me suddenly, climbing out from underneath me and heading into the bathroom suite.
Biting my bottom lip I smiled to myself, climbing out from under the duvet and following him in the bathroom suite.
As he stood, back faced to the door and leaning back from turning on the shower, I crept up behind him and pressed myself against his naked back, snaking my arms around his waist.
Kissing his salty skin he reached his hand to feel the running water against his hand to feel the warmth of it.
Turning around, he kissed me again, backing against the shower.
Taking off my T-Shirt I threw it on the floor in a heap - one of Billie Joe's that he had been wearing yesterday that I had slipped on.
Then there was no going back as he disposed of the rest of the clothing, his boxers being the only thing on him to start with.
Stepping into the shower quickly, Billie Joe following, the water fell down our bodies, the gap between them closing when Billie Joe pinned me to the wall.
And then no more time was wasted.
*
"We'll definitely be using the shower again." Billie Joe smiled, kissing my cheek as he dried himself clean with a towel.
Sitting on the lid of the toilet wearing the T-Shirt of Billie Joe's again, I watched him rub his hair through with the towel.
"So, that out of routine enough for you?" I asked him, biting one of my nails as I did.
He laughed slightly.
"When I meant what I said, I wasn't talking about the sex."
I quirked an eyebrow.
"You weren't?"
"No. But I won't complain on the behalf of that. We'll just include it." He laughed to himself, wrapping the towel around his middle. "What I was trying to say is that, one day, I plan to have a place with you. You know, somewhere to call our own?"
"You already have a home to go to."
"But you don't. And kick my ass for saying this but even if you did, you would be on your own wouldn't you? I mean, we'll have a house together one day. Just you and me. And then if you wanted, we could work on the population... "
"You mean kids?" I questioned, watching him carefully as he sat on the edge of the bath, facing me.
"Yeah. We'll have a mini you and me running around the house." He smiled, imagining it all in his head and liking the idea.
"Not meaning to sound cold but, have you thought about how Adrienne would come into this?" I asked him.
He wrinkled his nose up as he sighed. "She'll have to live with it."
"And you would tell her all of this?"
He stood up and walked out into the suite, causing me to follow him as he turned on the kettle for some coffee.
"She's got to know sometime." He sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, you're planning on telling her?"
"Yeah, but... I just got to wait for the right moment. After what happened back at mine," he trailed off as he ran his hand through his damp hair. "I just can't let things get like that again... I can't let this go on. And as hypocritical as this sounds, the more I leave it, the harder it'll be to tell her."
He looked up at me with scared sad eyes. Slowly walking towards him, I sat down next to him on the bed and linked arms with him, leaning into his side and snuggling against him.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, Somehow
I'm gonna make it alright but not right now
"Well, whatever you do, I'll always back you up. And when things get tough for you, I'll always be here."
He lowered his head and looked down at me as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Why do you love me Stef?" He asked, catching me off guard. "I've messed you about so many times and still you always take me back and love me. Why?"
"Because... because that's just it Billie Joe." I tried to explain to him. "I love you. And when I love someone, it's kinda like the sun shines out of their arse."
He snickered.
"I love you with all my heart," I carried on. "And all I ever want is to be with you. You have my heart and that's the honest truth. I... I don't know how to explain it but... I just can't stop loving you. It'd be un-human for me to do so."
"Then God made me a very lucky person then."
"No," I corrected. "God made me the lucky person."
*
As promised, Mike took me to have my hair done at the salon - my Christmas present from him. And I was so god damn excited.
I practically ran into the salon, squealing with delight at the thought that I could anything done that I wanted.
It was the end of January, and it had been a week ago that the guys of Green Day had all met up for the first time since their last gig in Australia in December. And that was all of them; Jason White, Freese and Ronnie Blake included.
And I know what you're thinking - bit of a late Christmas present.
But things had been so hectic the last couple of weeks there just hadn't been any time before hand.
And to my relief, Billie Joe and Tre had put their differences aside once again and put the past behind them. All seemed good again, just the way I always wanted it. But there still seemed to be a twinge of doubt every so often creeping from the back of my mind when Billie would look at Tre sometimes. But I always told myself I was being paranoid.
So whilst Mike was taking me to the salon, Tre had gone to visit Emma - and to a place that that no one knew the location to. No one knew where he was or how long he would be gone for, all we did know was that he was going to hook up with Emma - the girl he had met sometime at the end of last year.
And Billie Joe was in town too, but had left me to go off with Mike whilst he went to do a bit of shopping.
"Oh wow, look at that! No! I want that color... " I jumped about excitedly, looking in all the display cabinets. "No, no... no that one. This one... holy crap... I want that done too. I like that... "
The bassist laughed as he watched me dart from one cabinet to the other, calling me when the assistant came to the front desk to attend to us.
*
"You like it?" The hairdresser asked, putting a mirror in front of me and giving me a view of my hair for the first time.
"I love it!" I squealed with delight, waving my arms in the air and wanting to jump about.
I turned to Mike, who had been sat reading Guitar Monthly whilst drinking coffee for the past almost two hours.
"Thank you so much!" I told him, running at him and hugging him tight.
With a fresh new side fringe and red highlights now implanted in my thick brown hair I ran to the mirror to look again as Mike paid for the treatment.
Quickly shoving my hand in my pocket, I picked out my cell to see that Billie Joe was calling me.
"I have a surprise for you." He told me, before hanging up.
Shaking off my confusion, I re-pocketed my cell and both Mike and I exited the salon and around the corner.
"Now Billie told us to meet him at Starbucks round about now, so I guess we better meet him." He said as we walked across the road and into Starbucks.
"Mike," I started as we walked through the door. "Billie Joe said he had a supri - "
I stopped in my tracks as my eyes feel upon a now-head-thick-with-blonde-hair-Billie Joe.
"That-that's your surprise?" I asked him, staring. "You dyed your hair? You got your hair done?!"
He snickered. "You not like?"
It took me a while to find the words to speak.
"I... well... it's not that I... don't like... just... Jesus... bit of a shock!"
He laughed, pulling me towards him. "Blonde's have more fun."
"Great. More bondage." I said sarcastically, which made him laugh.
"Well you can talk." He grinned, looking at my hair. "Gone for the fiery wild side now, eh?"
"At least mine's not as bloody obvious as yours."
"Jesus Billie," Mike cried, his turn to stare at the hair now. "Talk about the drastic color change."
Pulling up a stool and sitting down next to us, he continued to stare at his best friend's hair.
Sipping on a Latte and Mike ordering himself another coffee, Billie Joe kissed me softly on the cheek.
And I could tell that he was a lot happier than what he had been in a while, and it made me both excited and scared.
Excited for the fact that Billie Joe and I were starting a life together, but scared because of the things we had to do and the people we had to face in order to be able to start that life.
"Ok, so we gonna do a gig on the 24th then?" Mike asked, picking up his coffee and taking a gulp.
He was talking about the gig they had been asked to do next month before they went back into the studio.
"Yeah, I think it'll do us good." Billie replied nodding. "We haven't done a proper gig for nearly two months now. It'll be... refreshing."
"We gonna do something special?" Mike asked, looking at the guitarist over the edge of his cup. "Or keep to the old schedule?"
"Well, I did have one idea." He said, turning to me.
"What?" I asked giving him a questioning look before he turned back to Mike.
"How about Stef come play with us for a song?" He suggested, causing me to fall off of my chair.
"You... what?!" I cried, staring at him, my eyes widened.
Mike watched as I stared at Billie Joe, raising an eyebrow. "Billie are you sure?"
"Why not?" He simply answered.
"You want me to play in front of thousands of your fans?" I asked, making sure. "Are you fucking nuts?!"
"You can play guitar right?"
"Billie Joe, you KNOW I can play guitar - "
"Well then. Kinda says it all doesn't it?"
"But... but... " I tried to defend myself. "I haven't played in months! You know I haven't touched my guitar since before we flew to England."
"Well then, you better start practicing." He told me, picking up his Latte and drinking the rest of it, blonde hair shining under the light and all.
"I think the hair dye's gone to your head." I muttered, rolling my eyes and trying to make sense in it all.
But he won me over. I was going to play with Green Day on stage in front of hundreds of their fans next month.
And if it wasn't what he had said in Starbucks that had convinced me, then it was what he did to me in the bedroom under the bed sheets later that night that did.
You don't always have to fuck her hard, in fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you got to make some love - and fucking give her some smooches too
Sometimes you've got to squeeze/Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you got to say
Hey, I'm gonna fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fucking fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard.
